hostage || l.t ✔️

twenty

London Reed
I sit staring at the TV, lazily reaching my hand into the chip bag, tossing them into my mouth. I didn't know how to feel anymore, everything just...seemed to be spinning and I don't know why.

I was just staring at the Tv with a blunt look, cuddled into blankets with a bunch of layers on, bored out of my mind but I didn't want to even look at Louis. I regret anything I've done with Louis because he's such an asshole.

I can't believe he's do this to me.

"London, I've asked you to do stuff today," he says, the first thing he said when he walked in. I ignored him and continued eating and he scoffs, walking over to me, staring right in my way but I just keep staring. "Don't fucking ignore me,"

I do in fact ignore him, and stare at the TV. I see his fists clench. "London Reed!" he shouts suddenly which makes my eyes roll up to meet with him. He takes a deep breathe. "I put chores on the lost,"

I nod with a lazy hum.

"Did you do them?"

I shake my head lazily, sticking the finger up at him. He stares at me. "You didn't do what I asked?"

"Nope," I shake my head. "Now get the fuck out the way you prick," I insulted which makes his eyes widen.

"I'm sorry?"

"Apology not excepted, now move," I lean over and shove his hip so he loses balance and the TV was in my view.

"You're being a bitch," he snaps.

"Good. You fucking deserve this, you piece of shit,"

He walks over to me, snatches the remote from my hands and turns it off, tossing it on the other couch. "Listen to me, London, and a listen well," he grabs my arms and makes me look up at him, and I couldn't move. "You will not throw me around, like I'm the piece of shit, you're being a butch and I don't care what you wanna say, you'll do as I tell you and don't disobey me, got it? You don't get to be like that,"

I stare at him with my lips parted slightly. He shakes his head and I swallow, feeling my eyes sting. "Don't you fucking dare—"

I screw my eyes shut and sob, he freezes with me frozen as well. I just cry, and it felt so fucking good to cry. He lets me go and I fall back onto the couch with tears running down my face.

He sits next to me itch his head in his hands and shakes his head very slolwy. "London, stop ducking crying,"

I couldn't stop, I was like on a mode and I couldn't stop. Him getting angry at me wasn't making me feel any better. He huffs loudly and storms away, stoning down the hall and slamming his door closed that I flinch with a yelp.

I stop crying and stare at the wall. Before ai start sobbing again. I bury my face into the pillow I've been laying on all day, crying muffled into it.

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oh london💀

shirt chapter sorry this is been the biggest worriers block and it's taken me almost a fuckung week to write this tiny ass chapter im sorry, but good news, the next one shouldn't be too long :)