Flowers or tattoos

Chapter 1

Louis pov

At work all I could think about was that curly haired, green eyed boy named Harry. His voice was so deep and raspy. And the way he talked so slow and keep stuttering on his words was adorable. And the flowers he wore in his hair just made his eyes pop because they we're bright spring colors. I've seen a few people wear them but none of them made them look good, but Harry, he looked amazing!

I have never been to that bakery before but my friend Zayn said it was good so I figured I'd swing by before work. It was a great idea. I hone I can become friends with this Harry kid, he seems genuinely nice. I have always tried the being nice to everyone thing but it just doesn't work that well. I'm surprised I was nice to Harry. Normally I'm a sassy bitch. My friends I like sometimes but others I wanna tell them to fuck off and jump in front of a train. But of course I love them.

But with Harry, I don't have to try and be nice. It just happened. Like I've known him all my life. I just feel the need to get to know him. But I don't want to seem like a stalker. So I decided that I'd only go to the bakery every Saturday before work.

I only have two Saturdays until I got to New York for two weeks. I'm leaving the 24 (My birthday) and coming back the 7th. I don't feel the need to stay here for my birthday because I'm not really close to my family. My mum disowned me when she found out I was gay and my step dad beat the shit out of me until I was 18 and could move out.My mum never helped because to her I wasn't her son, so she didn't care what happened to me. Which is why I started getting tattoos. The tattis his the scars I gave myself. My mom isn't with my actual dad because he left us when the twins were born.

So I normally don't talk to them but every once in a while I'll stop by for a little to see my sisters because no matter what I still love them, and they love me. My step dad Dan sends me death glares when I'm there and occasionally hits me every now and then which is why I visit less and less.

The day is finally over and I keep growing tired. I eventually fall asleep and dream about none other than the curly haired green eyed boy.

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Time flew by and before I know it it's the 23. I leave for New York tomorrow. Every Saturday before work I've gone to the bakery Harry works at and we've talked a little bit more. We even traded numbers so we can hang out but I told him I was gonna be occupied for the next few weeks but we can text.

I decided to go to see my family to day before I leave and before the holidays.

I took a shower and made sure all my stuff was packed that I'd need because I leave early in the morning for my plane. After I took my shower and brushed my teeth I got dressed. I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and black hoddie with some red writing on it. I tried to tame my hair but it just wouldn't work so I throw on a beenie, and noticed that it was already 3 in the evening and I'd better get going because it's a 30 minute drive and I wanted to stop and get a coffee. So I slipped on my black Toms and left. I drove to the bakery and saw it was about to close so I hurried up and ran in right before Ann (Harry's mum) closed the door.

She smiled at me. "Hey Louis, we we're just about to close but I'll make an exception for you. What are u doing here so late? You're normally here Saturdays in the morning." Right as she got done talking out came the curly haired green eyed boy.

"I um am on my way to visit my sisters before the holidays and my birthday. Wouldn't want to run into my step dad on my birthday so I figured I'd go today." I explained to her.

She looked confused "Why wouldn't you want to run into your step dad? And don't you wanna be with your mum in your birthday?" I fround at that. "Yeah, I would love to be with my mum on my birthday. Its just she doesn't wanna be with me. To her I'm just some gay kid who happened to live with her for 18 years that she let her husband best the shit out of. Sorry for my language. But yeah, that also answers why I don't wanna see my step dad on my birthday. Even tho I'm 21 doesn't stop him from hitting me the times I'm there." I was beginning to cry because I wished they would just love me. To except me.

Harry run around the counter when he saw I was crying "Hey Lou, it's okay. You don't have to go you know. You don't need to be put through that." He whispered in my ear. I don't know why I even told them this, I never tell anyone and I barley know them! But Ann is just like how my mum use to be. She's kind and loving. And Harry like I've said before feels like I've known the kid my whole life.

"I do h-have to go. My sisters st-still live there and it's be-been 4 months sense I've seen them! And I'm ginne be gone for two weeks come tomorrow so I just wanna wish them a merry Christmas!" I was a sobbing mess and I hated myself for it. I never cry! Why am I so emotional now?

Harry had sad eyes like he wanted to help. He looked up at his mum and she nodded like they can sleek into each others minds. "Hey Lou? Can you look at me real quick?" Harry whispered in my ear. I pulled away from him but he still had a holed of my waist. He took one hand and whipped my tears away. "How about I come with you, yeah? Then after you can come to my mums and we can celebrate your birthday and Christmas? We were planning on celebrateing Christmas anyways cause I too won't be here for the next two weeks come tomorrow."

"H-Harry, I can't let you come...my step dad will probably try and hit you for being with me. Even tho you're not gay and you don't like me like that he'll assume you're my boyfriend and I can't let you get hit for something that isn't even true. You're to hot for that. Your face is to pretty to get a bruse." I didn't realize what I was saying until after I said it, I looked down blushing like crazy "I-I'm sorry. I di-didn't mean to say that."

He just smiled and lifted my head to look at him "Who says I'm not gay? I know I didn't say that. So it wouldn't be untrue. And I'm to pretty to get hit? Lou, look at you. You're the most gorgeous person I've ever saw. I'm coming with you and if he hits me I can deal with it. Bit I'm not letting him hit you. I don't care if I have to call the cops and he gets dragged to jail. He's not hitting you."

The look on his face told me he was serious and I had no say. So I changed the subject. "I have nothing to give you guys during the Christmas thing. I didn't know I'd be coming." I said with a froun.

"Its okaii Lou, you coming is the only thing we need" Ann said. I smiled at her. "Well, can I get that coffee now? Id like the head out so maybe I'll have enough time to stop at the store first. I really wanna get you guys something.

Ann nodded and hurried to get my coffee. After I got my coffee and paid Harry hugged his mum and whispered something to her. She smiled largely and nodded. Then Harry turned to me "You driving us or should I? The other person could leave their car here, it's not like my mum is gonna tow it." He chuckled.

"I'll drive, you don't know where we're going Hazzie." I smiled at him and claimed into the car.

"Hazzie, I like it. Its really cute and kinda sounds childish." Harry laughed and omigod his laugh was adorable!

"Well, here gos nothing. " I mumbled as we started driving to my old house.

Haha sorry for leaving you at a cliff hanger XD I hope you guys like this book. I'm spending a lot of time on it to try and get it going Where I want it to. If you like it please let me know it would mean a lot. Okaii, byia guys! Stay strong xx -Hailey