The Presidents Son - Larry Stylinson

Click, Clank

Click, clank.

I slowly open my eyes.

My eyes are dry and crusty, from the tears. I must've cried myself to sleep.

I look at my phone, glad its on dim brightness. 4 in the morning.

I groan, deciding to just go back to sleep.

Clank!

Something hits my window hard.

Its then I remember why I cried myself to sleep. I want to cry all over again.

Never had I ever hated my own blood as much as I do my father.

I sit up and look at my window, the curtains covering them

I stand up and push the white sheets aside. The night is dark, save for the post lights lighting a few choice parts of the property.

Clank

I can't see what hits my window, but as I wipe my face of the already dried tears, I realize I don't really care.

I open the window, and look down. A small pebble hurls up at me and I dodge it with a gasp.

'Oh!' I look down in horror.

I see a figure.

'I'm sorry Lou!'

'Harry!?'

'Yes! come down here'

How in the hell did he get back here! How did he throw rocks at my window three floors up!? So many questions. They'll only be answered by going down there.

'Om my god, um, okay!' I call, letting my window slide shut as I pull on some random clothes and rush down the floors. I am careful not to let anyone see me.

But as I reach 1st floor, I see the hallway.

There's a reason I call that section of the house 'Dads section' It's the business hallway, which leads down beneath the house and holds a whole other floor. I've never been down there. That's where the president does all his business. But I barely glance at the shut doors with lights on the other side, because I'm bursting with joy. I want to cry I'm so happy.

I quickly sneak out through the kitchen, like we did a few weeks ago when we went out to go to that club.

Those where the days man.

Just like before, I am crawling along the dark wall, but this time, there's no guards.

Like no one. They're all gone which is rare. The only way they could watch us now is through the cameras. And I hope they can't see me. I stop my crawling to the south side of the house, to check for any red lights, indicating cameras. Nothing. I'm not naïve enough to think there is none, their somewhere. I can only hope so much though. I crawl to the side my window faces out, and find nothing but a dark willow tree, all low branchy and concealing to the stem it sprouts behind all those beautiful leaves and bra- wait a moment.

I walk quickly through the still braches, and run right into a broad chest.

He embraces me as soon as we touch, and I breathe in, inhaling his scent. Only a few hours ago he was being dragged out of here, I'm so glad he's back.

'Louis, god I love you'

'Harry, I love you too'

He pulls me back just the slightest and kisses me softly, closed mouth. Just right.

'Come with me'

He leads us out of the safety of the willow back to the black wall.

'We're sneaking out again' he tells me in the dark, staring out at the now shorter grass, and the thinning trees we used to hide in last time.