Harry;
*Next Morning*
I had already combed my hair and gotten ready, buttoned up my coat ,and put on my glasses when I grabbed the subway sandwiches I had delivered to my room and retrieved my keys. "Today is going to be a good day" I thought as I jumped into my new black jeep putting the subs into the passenger seat along with my briefcase and buckled up.
Pulling up to the building I noticed a few convoys getting filled with people crying, which left me confused.
What's going on?
Questioning the circumstances I quickly found my parking spot and rushed out the car to the nearest employee, Rickie. Whom oddly had a box of his stuff in his hands instead of in the office. "What's going on?" I asked him as I tossed my hair into a quick bun. "They're shutting this place down" he said motioning to his box,"Everyone's leaving...besides the people who died here." His voice turned cold at the end, I frowned, "You've got to be kidding, why didn't I hear of this?" I ask dumbfounded to this new information. "I thought you received the email, I guess not. But yeah they're releasing them by sections" he shrugged as he began to walk away before I gripped his shoulder,"Wait! Which sections left?" He stopped as if looking over his thoughts,"600, 200, 500, and 300. I've got to go now, you should too, you don't have anything to worry about anymore, good day Mr.Styles" he smiled before hurrying off into his Prius.
My heart sank. 300 left. 306.
I ran into the facility despite everyone telling me to go back, I had to be sure, I had to be sure he left.
310.
308....
306.
I grabbed my key and unlocked the door, seeing it empty as I looked around every corner.
He's gone.
He's really gone.
Pain struck my heart as I ran out of that place and into my jeep, pounding my hands on the dashboard in pure anger.
I drove away slowly, not wanting to go home, not wanting to wake up tomorrow, not able to see his face. Although it was bruised and bleeding through cracked lips, he was beautiful.
I finally made it to my parking lot, setting my face on the steering wheel, letting few tears slip, as I brought my eyes over to the passenger seat,seeing the two unopened sandwiches I broke down, boys don't cry over other boys, especially when they're straight. But me being a man who had unwillingly fell for another man, I wept, not caring what other people thought as they walked past, I couldn't get him out of my mind.
I picked up the stuff and trudged to my door, sourly unlocking it putting them down on the table when a note fell to the ground.
I picked it up confused opening it, and reading the following words;
Mr.Styles,
You should never leave your doors unlocked, even when you leave for just a second. -R
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The world's not safe. It's just not.Not even you...you're unpredictable.
I have been informed that we're leaving today, and I know you didn't get the memo. I'm the reason. I told Ricky not to forward it to you, we've chatted before so I hope it comes as no surprise me and Ricky have a bond.
I told Ricky to instead find a way to give this to you whenever he could.
I heard what you did to Niall, I can't believe you. I'm not yours and never will be. You hurt him. How could you? Do me a favor and don't come searching for me, there's nothing here for you.
I bid you well, Goodbye
-Subject 306 Louis xx.
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I stood there devastated.
I will find you Louis. I promise I'll make things right. Don't fall in love while I'm gone.
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So If you didn't notice I changed the letter to show hatred on Louis' side, although he has a feeling that Styles has indeed taken an attraction to him. I'm trying to fix Louis so he's not as easy in the story to get ahold of, plus I completely ditched Niall in my first revision so some Nouis action is sure to follow XD
-All the love,
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Subject 306: L.S.
FanfictionLouis was a normal child, always did well in school, tried his best to succeed in whatever the world threw his way, but that was 8 years ago, before he was kidnapped. he spent 4 years at what he came to love as a home to him...but his home wasn't an...