Trust(Lilo Paynlinson)

Chapter 1

Louis POV

I woke up with a weird feeling. Like today was going to be different. I didn't know how, I just felt like today was going to be exicting. I shrugged it off and got out of bed. I shivered as I felt my feet come in contact with the cold floor. I streched and made my way to my bathroom. After hopping in the shower, combing my hair, and brushing my teeth, I got dressed. I put on my favorite shirt and slid into a good pair of skinny jeans.

Checking my watch I saw that I had no time for breakfast. I sighed, threw my coat on, and opened my door to leave. I took a step before finding my foot snagged on something and me falling face first onto the hard pavement.

"Oof." I breathed as I landed and the wind was knocked from my lungs. I looked over my shoulder to see what I tripped over and gasped as I saw a body. I quickly pulled my foot away and backed up.

He wasn't dead whoever he was.

I could see his chest slowly raising and falling under his thin shirt. I looked him up and down and frowned. The boy looked slightly younger then me, maybe about a year or two, and was covered in blood and bruises.The blood was freshly dried so I could tell whoever did this to him did it early this morning or late last night.

I stepped closer, afraid of what he might do.I saw that under his matted hair his eyes were closed. Maybe he was asleep. . . I nudged him with my foot. He didn't react. I nudged him again. Still nothing.

"Hello?" I asked nervously. I've never been around a bum before. I didn't know how to react if he did something. But the boy just layed there. He didn't smell like a bum.But then, what do bums smell like? Alchohol, I'm assuming. This boy didn't smell like alchohol. He smelled like dirt and blood.

Why was he out here? Was he a crook?

I glanced down at the boy again. He was so skinny. He didn't look like he could hurt me even if he wanted to.

"Hello? Are you awake?" I asked. He didn't respond. I worked enough nerve to reach out and touch him. I shook his bony shoulder gently, almost afraid that I might break it. The boy didn't move.

I sighed. What was I suppose to do? I could call the police but this boy had done nothing wrong. What was I suppose to do?This boy was skinny and bruised and shivering. He was probably hungry. What was I suppose to do? Bring him into my house? He could be a lunatic.

I sighed again before, against my better judgement, picking the boy up by his shoulders. I dragged him into my house and set him down on my couch. Right as his body hit the soft surface his brown eyes shot open.

Sorry it was so short. I was gonna write Liams POV but I am literally falling asleep at the keyboard here. Don't hate me. It's short. Sorry. I'll post the next chapter soon. It'll be longer promise. Love you, Bye