Don't Walk Away

Chapter 1

(A/N: hi. dont judge me for this story because I'm stupid and American. Vote and comment pleeeaaaasseee.)

Louis shuffled down a dark alleyway, hands deep in his pockets and silently cursing. He had just walked out on his dad, who, in a drunk stupor, ripped up all of Lou's artwork. That includes the pictures of his sisters, mom, dad, and a strange boy that he hadn't been able to identify.

Walking into a convenience store, he filled a paper cup with rich, dark coffee. He handed the money to the Indian cashier and left the building. He turned the corner and leaned up against the wall, a deep sigh escaping his lips.

"You're in my fucking way." Echoed a deep voice. Glancing up from his coffee, Louis noted the owner of the voice: tall lad with dark curls, bottoms of them died dark blue. He wore dark, faded skinny jeans and a grey t-shirt that warned in bold lettering "DONT FUCK WITH ME". Tattoos crept up his arms, and he was holding a dark duffel bag. "Shove off," Louis muttered, staring at the boy's long legs.

The next thing he knew, Lou was shoved against the brick wall, a pistol held at his temple. "What was that?" The tall boy growled.

"Alright, alright! I'll move, just calm the fuck down mate!" Louis held his hands up in defense. The curly lad's eyes softened for a split second, then became stones and he grabbed Lou by the collar.

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Arriving at the boy's flat, Louis immediately noted the pungent smell of marijuana. He tried not to wrinkle his nose at the awful stench. Once in the boy's bedroom, Lou was shoved onto his firm mattress.

"I'm Harry." the tall boy said, smiling.

"Lou. Why'd you bring me here? People will be looking for me-" Lou was cut off by Harry's laughter. Louis became mad and stood up. "Don't laugh at me. Tell me why you brought me here." He said. Harry smirked and unzipped the black duffel bag. Lou's heart skipped a beat and he backed against the wall in fear of another pistol slamming into his head. Instead, Harry produced a small Ziploc of papers, matches, and marijuana. Louis choked out, "I-I don't-I haven't...I don't smoke." Harry frowned a bit, then, as he put the marijuana back into the duffel, he walked towards Louis.

"We both know. You want to smoke. You want to rebel." Harry spoke, drawing out the "l" in "rebel", his hot breath making Lou shudder. He shoved Harry away from him and tried to walk out the door. Harry grabbed his wrist and yanked him back. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He growled into Louis' ear. Louis shoved Harry again, this time with more force. "Home," he muttered. 

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