Teenage Runaway (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter One ♥

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That was five years ago. That young boy has grown up to be a hollow echo of what he used to be. That bubbly twelve year old boy with the sparkles in his blue eyes has grown up to be a seventeen year old who hid who he really was.

In just one year after the funeral, his step-father became a monster. Instead of being supportive and helping his many kids through this horrible travesty, he became a drunk. He went out every day to drink his sorrows away, only returning to scream for his deceased wife.

Louis, being the eldest, did everything in his power to protect his sisters from seeing this, but nothing stopped the screams to echo through the thin walls of his room where he hid his sisters every night. He would hold the youngest girls close while the other two would hold each other, crying as their brother sang them all to sleep. He tried holding in his tears, he honestly tried, but once they were all asleep and he had kissed them all goodnight, he would let a few tears slip down his cheeks, praying for the following day to be better.

But of course, it wasn't.

It got to the point where their father would get abusive. Louis took the pain as much as he could, but when Louis came home from school to find Lottie with a bruise on her cheek, shaking in his bed, he had enough.

He called his aunt, and from then on the girls lived with their relatives, kept away from their father's fury. Louis would have gladly left with them; the last he wanted was to be beat by this monster, but he felt like it was his responsibility to take care of the house that his mother had bought for her kids to live in.

He was forced to grow up so fast; he never got the nurturing love he so desperately needed.

So that's what brought him to where he was now, getting dressed in a darkened room, trying to do everything in his power to sneak off to school without waking up his father a few rooms away from him.

He loved school; there, everyone thought he was a regular kid who was clumsy. That's what people thought when they saw the bruises sprinkled across his pale olive complexion.

He slipped out of his room, tip-toeing down the hall to the kitchen. He always tried to keep this place as clean as possible, considering he was the only one that would ever clean, but every drunken night out was always followed by a tantrum. So he always woke up to broken bottles on the ground.

He took a deep breath, cleaning up a few glass shards before walking out the door, locking it tight behind him. He always enjoyed walking in the morning; it was his time to think. No sound, just the wind and the morning birds. It was quite calming.

He tried not focusing on the crap in his life, but instead giving thanks for the things he had, like a best friend who stuck with him through everything. Also, being able to know has his sisters were safe, even though he never got to see them.

Last time he saw his siblings were two years ago, and that was merely by accident; who else but his sisters and aunt would run into him as he shopped for milk. He had almost broken down crying as he noticed how much the young twins had grown. They both had long, beautiful hair that cascaded down their backs, with matching bright eyes.

But he didn't have time to think of that as he walked towards the large campus of his school.

He walked towards the library -he always went to the library in the mornings- and sat down at his usual table with his favorite book already in his hands.

He knew Niall had other friends, and even though he loved the carefree boy's company, he felt as if he were dragging him down. So he kept his distance, watching the scene of socializing teenager's from the large window that the library provided him. Just like every school, his had their cliques.