𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝔻𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 - 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝔻𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

✦𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞✦

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

Another painful day comes to an end.

This one was more painful than the ones before.

There was a live concert nearby and even though hundreds of thousands passed me, no one stopped to give me a penny.

This would mark the fifth day we would go without food.

"We" being me and my unborn child.

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It was particularly colder tonight, which meant I was going to freeze my ass off. Great. Fantastic. Love that.

All I had was a thin blanket, a hoodie, ripped leggings, and worn-out high tops. I was fucked.

I leaned against the brick wall, curled up in the blanket, shivering. It was so cold that I couldn't even sleep. Y'know it's that one cold where no matter where you are or what position you're in, or how tired you are, your shivering forces you awake and the cold somehow gives you energy. My eyes were squeezed shut as my teeth rattled, causing my jaw and head to ache.

The cold was biting at my sensitive, almost raw skin due to psoriasis, some blood coming from the cracks on my arms and hands. It hurt like hell, but there wasn't anything I could do about it other than curl in on myself, burrowing my arms and hands in my thin hoodie sleeves, making sweater paws and shoving my hands in my armpits in hopes it'd help warm me up. My legs were crossed and pulled up to protect my growing baby bump.

"Excuse me, miss?" I opened my eyes to become face to face with a beautiful boy with feather-y, brown hair, who looked about my age. He was knelt down on one knee and concern filled his absolutely stunning blue eyes.

"Hi, I've noticed you're all alone out here and you're freezing. Do you have anywhere to go for the night?" The boy asked, a thick eastern English accent coating his voice. Being too tired and weak to even think of an answer, I just shook my head, no. "What's your name, love? I'm Louis, Louis Tomlinson," Louis introduced. "Y/n," I whispered, my voice raw and dry from lack of hydration. "Right, and how old are you?" "Seventeen."

Louis went silent for a second, glancing up and down the empty streets before standing and taking off his jean jacket, revealing a striped shirt that complimented his red skin-tight jeans. Louis shifted from his kneeling position to sit down and wrap the jacket around my shoulders. His hands didn't leave my arms as he began to rub them up and down, trying to warm me up. "Do you have anyone to call to stay with?" He asked softly, his undivided attention focused on me. "I have no one. My parents kicked me out because... I'm pregnant..." I quietly admitted, making the boy's beautiful blue eyes widen.

"You're... Pregnant?" He asked softly and hesitantly as if he hadn't heard me correctly, making me nod ashamedly and look away, embarrassed. "Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of, love. Here, let me call my friend and get him to pick us up so you have somewhere to stay for tonight, yeah?" He said softly, earning another nod in response. Louis suddenly pulled out his phone from his pocket, letting go of my shaking, aching arms momentarily to put in his password and dialing his friend.

"Hello? Hey, I need to pick me up. I'm with a girl, she's pregnant and homeless and she has nowhere to go... Paul, she's seventeen! She's a teenager and has no support whatsoever... Modest can kiss my ass and choke on my cock, she's in need! The public doesn't have to know about her and if you think I'm going to leave her out here like a wild animal, you're wrong. Please, she's so skinny and she needs to eat... Yeah... Yeah, I know where that is... Okay, I'll see you there... Right, bye."