Misunderstood- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 2

When Louis woke up that morning, or should I say night, it was about 2. Forgetting about his guest he walked straight down stairs, noisily and clumsily. But as he passed the leather sofa he noticed the curly haired boy still curled up. He smiled slightly and as he had been a terrible host he lifted him up and laid him on his bed. Louis then lay next to him. Soon the two boys were fast asleep, not to wake for hours.

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Louis woke again, this time at a more reasonable hour, it being almost 7. Rolling out of bed, he hurriedly got ready for his Saturday job. Smiling at the boy in his bed, he quickly made him a sandwich and some milk for him if he woke up before Louis got back. Grabbing his favourite hoddie he left for his crap job at Starbucks.

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When he got back, his roommate, Niall, came out at Louis

"Lou! Lou! There is a guy sleeping on our couch!" Niall screeched.

Pulling Louis into the living room to show Louis the cowering boy.

"Niall! Niall, calm down! Stop panicking! I found him last night and i guess i forgot to tell you." Louis quickly explained. Niall rolled his eyes.

"Only Louis Tomlinson would forget that!" he grumbled, before huffing off back to his room.

Louis crouched down next to the trembling boy. Reaching out, to try and reassure him, but seem to only be making it worse.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. What's your name?"

The boy didn't answer, but held out his arm for Louis to see.

Louis frowned, not sure what to make of what the boy had shown him, and how it helped. Slowly, the boy rolled up his sleeve. Branded into the skin was 'Harry E Styles'. Louis winced at the sight of the scars, now old, but not faded.

"Who did that to you?" Louis mumbled, saying it again louder in case Harry hadn't heard him, as he had made no move to react.

"Master." shuddering at his name, Harry mumbled a reply.

Louis frowned again. "Master? Who's that?" He asked.

But Harry just shook his head. Harry reached forward and grasped the pen and paper off the coffee table. Louis crinkled his brow; he didn't remember ever having seen that book before.

As Harry flicked through the pages, trying to find a clean one. Louis watched as pages upon pages of neat notes were revealed, but not in his own or Niall's handwriting.

When it came to a free page, Harry took the lid off his pen and wrote, in the same writing as the rest of the book, that Louisnow realised must be Harry's.

'What's your name?'

Louis stared at the question, blankly.

Why hadn't he just said it out loud? Was he mute or something? After a minute he replied.

"My names Louis. Louis Tomlinson." he smiled at the boy trying to get some reaction out of him. He acted so numb, so blank that it was almost scary. The way Harry acted like he felt nothing. The only proper emotion he'd seen on Harry was fear. And he'd promised himself he'd change that and he would.

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Because i well love everyone and am really sad so didn't care or wait for more than 1 person to comment on my authors note i am very slowly going to upload this but there will be a gap then like 2-3 chapters ok? Or just one at a time still slow but less so...? Anyway 2 comments ok? Thanks cause 1 is kind of sad... See ya.. Kind of...

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