Running Away (larry, not famous)

[Louis' POV]

"Who the fuck are you?" That was the first thing i said when i walked through the front door, staring at the person on the sofa who had quickly looked at his lap when he heard me speak.

I had spent the day with our friends Niall and Zayn, they lived in the same apartment building. Of course, i was expecting Liam to be here when i got back but not with a guest. They sat together on the sofa, Li had been speaking to him in a hushed  voice before he noticed me, it looked like he was trying to convince him of something but i honestly couldn't care less as long as the kid left soon so i could go to bed. Liam always got  pissed at me when i ignored guests.

Liam stood from his seat beside the stranger slowly, patting the guy's shoulder and sending him a friendly smile before he walked over to me, replacing the previous look with a guilty one. He's done something stupid again, he always gets that look when he's done something stupid.

"What have you done now?" I glared at him, making sure to send the stranger a suspicious glance, but he wasn't looking up from his lap.

"Nice to see you again too, Louis." Liam rolled his eyes, not having seen me the past few days. "So, this is Harry." He quickly added in, like that really explained who the hell 'Harry' was.

"Liam i don't have time for this shit right now, can you just tell me why he's in our apartment?" I cut to the chase, not even sorry if i came across as rude. I'd had a really bad week, Liam had gone home to visit his family and left me alone with the flat. Liam is basically my maid most of the time, he cleans my clothes, cooks my food and basically does all of that boring stuff. He doesn't mind, we're friends.

"It's my apartment, Louis." He corrected before explaining himself with a sigh, "Harrys an old friend, he needs a place to stay for a while so i invited him here."

"Is this a joke?" I asked bluntly.

"Harrys in a very serious situation, he can't stay with mum-" Liam began, before stopping, covering his mouth at his mistake.

"You need to learn to say no to her, Li." I groaned, he did this a lot. Liam was a huge mummy's boy and couldn't say no to her, she of course used this to her advantage. Whenever she had something she didn't want to do she just got him to do it and it was getting seriously stupid.

"It's not-" He tried to talk again.

"She's got you adopting some kid, that's a bit much don't you think?" I interrupted, voice louder than before.

"No, no, Louis. It's not like that." Liam sighed, rubbing his neck.

"Then what is it?" I snapped, getting annoyed.

"I can't tell you everything, it's not mine to tell." I sent him a look, waiting for him to explain a bit more. "It's not safe for Harry to stay with mum, because of where she lives. Just- Someones looking for him, that's all i can say. He's going to stay with us until things quiet down."

"It's not.." I paused, "He's not in trouble with the law or anything, right?"

"Of course not!" Liam's eyes went wide, probably realizing he made him sound like some kind of escaped convict.

"He better not be." I muttered, still knowing absolutely nothing.

"Anyway, back to the point, he's staying here for a bit. Be nice, alright?" Liam pleaded, but he knew i wasn't going to immediately trust some kid i don't know anything about.

"He's not having my bed." I made clear, just in case Liam had anymore stupid ideas. "He might have fleas- Or bed-wetting problems!"

"He said he's fine sleeping on the sofa, Lou. You're being over-dramatic again." The taller boy replied, "So it's okay with you for Harry to be here? I'll be looking out for him, you don't really need to do anything you don't want to."

"He can stay, i'm not going to pretend to like him though." I looked over at the boy, who was still sat on the sofa, looking at his lap as he listened to our conversation. I couldn't see his face, the big mop of curls on his head covered it due to the angle. He was wearing Liam's clothes, although he looked to be around the same height, they hung off his body, he was obviously underweight.

"Ignore Louis, he has trust issues." Liam snapped me out of my observations, rolling his eyes and moving to sit back beside that Harry kid.

"I don't have trust issues." I hissed, and it was the truth. I didn't have any issues with trusting people, i guess you could say i hated change. I have a routine, i'm used to my life how it is and i don't want this kid to barge in on that.

Liam was ignoring me, instead asking Harry quietly if he needed or wanted anything. They couldn't of been that close of friends, seeming slightly uncomfortable around the other. Liam's mum probably forced them to hang out as kids, it seems like something she'd do.

"How old is he meant to be? 15? He isn't a school kid is he?" I wondered out loud, surprised when the head of curls snapped up to look at me.

"I'm 16, i've left school." Harry answered, he spoke slow with a deep voice and semi-posh accent. He wasn't half bad to look at, with pale, spotless skin and big, green eyes. I found myself wishing he was ugly, that way it would be a lot easier to hate him.

"I didn't know you could speak." I mocked back. He was three years younger than me, so i guess i had authority over him.

"Ignore him." Liam told Harry for the second time, but Harry honestly didn't seem too hurt, he just shrugged at him in reply.

"I'm heading to bed, Zayn and Niall tired me out." I told them, before they could drag me into a conversation. I turned around and walked out of the room, dragging my feet to my bedroom.

I really hope that kid leaves soon. He's been in my life for about ten minutes and i've already had enough of him, even if he had literally spoken once. I know nothing about him, so the way i treated him wasn't exactly rude, he should expect it. Still, I'm not entirely sure what i disliked about him, i'm just praying he's a jerk, that way we can get rid of him sooner.

A.N: Super short first chapter! I'm trying to get the situation explained so it might be kind of rushed.

Lots of questions you'll have to keep reading to find out the answer to. Like why Harry had to move far away from his home to be 'safe'? Who is trying to find him? Why is Louis being an asshole? Louis and Harry will properly meet next chapter, and actually talk to each other.

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