The Year 2033 [Larry Stylinson] *will return soon!!*

Chapter 1

April 24th, 2033

Today was the day it happened.

I was arrested.

The Jailers came for me.

They already took Niall, my best mate, about a month ago. They got him when he was at work flirting with a coworker that was a guy. They got him on camera or something. I haven't heard anything from him since. I don't even know if the Enders ended him or not. For all I know, my best friend could be dead. I was in my home when they took me. Apparently my long lost father turned me in to the Jailers to make some money. Some father.....

I was in my room. They burst in through the front door without so much as a knock. They stomped into the living room and they started screaming.

"Where is he??!"

"Where is the Tomlinson faggot?!"

My mum was sat on the couch crying because there were scary men yelling and screaming things at her.

My mum knew I was gay since the day I was born and one day she told me:

"Lou, if they ever come for you, do NOT come for me. You need to IMMEDIATELY hide under your bed."

So that's what I did. I completely ignored my mother's cries of agony and pain as they tortured her for my whereabouts, and slipped under my bed. I was just grateful that my sisters weren't there. I don't think I would have been able to handle their screams too.

"Where the FUCK is he?" a man screamed at my mum.

"I don't know who you're talking about!" she yelled back at them.

"You know exactly who we are fucking talking about woman! WHERE IS YOUR FAGGOT SON LOUIS?" a different voice yelled.

"I don't have a son!" my mum pleaded. They did not believe her. I then heard a gunshot and my mother's cries slowly fade to nothing.

They shot her.

They killed my mum.

I wanted to scream...

I wanted to kill them...

But I stayed put, and I stayed quiet. That's what mum wanted.

I heard heavy footsteps going through each room in the house looking for me. They went through every room, knocking things over and breaking things to find me.

They finally reached my room. They knocked over my desk, my bureaus, my telly, my mirror, everything! The only thing that they did not touch was the bed, which was very stupid of them if I do say so myself, but I believe that it was mum looking out for me as her goodbye from the world.

"WHERE ARE YOU GAY WAD?!" one of them yelled.

"Hey! I think I heard something, I am gonna go look back in that other room over there." The other one said.

I heard them both walk out of the room. I watched from under the bed as his shiny uniform was leaving the room. I tried to look around for something that could help me out, anything. I saw my phone a few feet away from the bed. It was lying on the ground from when I jumped up from the bed when the Jailers invaded my home. I reached out for it but I couldn't reach it. I shifted a little and I still couldn't reach it. I shifted a little more and I made the floor creak. As soon as I did that, the Jailer came back and grabbed my feet from under the bed and pulled me out.

"There you are you fucking faggot!" he yelled into my ear. "JAMISON I FOUND HIM!"

"Where the hell was he?" the other Jailer named Jamison asked.