Secret Mission (Larry, Ziam, Nosh)

Walters

Regan's p.o.v

"Okay!" Zayn clapped and i jumped because i was daydreaming about who to take with me. "When we get to Lou and Harold's flat we need to all unpack, okay?" 

"yeah." Everyone mumbled and i glanced at Louis who was next to me in the limo, his beautiful hair flopping onto the window, eyes glazed as if he's in deep thought, mouth somewhat quivering as he draws in breaths.

I feel bad for him. I nudge his clothed shoulder, he picks his head up and looks at me. I smile and bring my face to his ear and hide my mouth with my hand, i felt Louis get scared.

"You okay?" I ask and he nods. "No you arent, i can tell youre lying." i whisper "I'm gonna repeat myself... i want the truth Louis... You okay?" He slowly shakes his head as tears start to fall, i look him in the eyes and embrace him tightly as he silently breaks down in my arms... the boys were now staring. "Whats wrong boo?" i ask.

"H-Harry... he-he hu-rt me-eh last ni-ight." He says muffled as his hands find my waist and his head finds peace in the crook of my pale neck.

"How?" i ask in a whisper.

"He hit my back and it h-has a bruise...it started ble-bleeding too-oo. i sh-should ha-hate hi-im bu-but i-i...i just can-nt!" He sobs loudly after his heartbreaking whisper.

"It's okay. It's alright. I've gotcha Lou." I coo, he looks me in the eyes... basically into the soul i was always told i never had... i get a pit of selfishness for thinking about my own problems when he looks so.. broken. "I know how it feels." i hold back the tears that dare to fall.

"You do?" He whispers still staring at me with intensity and curiousity.

"Yeah, i had a friend who beat me, i was bullied, i dated a guy who thought i was his toy...i know how it feels" i gulp so the tears dont fall... quoting from facebook: worst feeling ever is wanting to cry but cant because you're in public.

"Oh..." He sits up and turns to me so his feet are across my lap. "Sorry... we dont have to talk about that if you dont want."

"Okay, thanks." I give him a weak smile as we pull up to Zayn and Liam's flat to retrieve their clothes, shoes, ipods, all that good stuff.

"Okay boys, go get your stuff." Paul grunts and all of us but Josh and Niall hop out. 

"We'll be right back." Harry smiles and laces his fingers with Louis who looks like he's in pain.

"Hey Lou, how about you and me go for a walk?" I ask cheerfully.

Harrys gaze on me narrows and Louis looks at me gratefully. I innocently look at Harry with puppy eyes, his face softens into a weak smile.

"Love to!" Louis grins and takes my hand in a friendly way, we skip to the backyard until the other boys arent visible anymore. "Thank you, i owe you one!"

"Yep, s'all right man." I smile

"So, sorry to press, what happened in school?" Louis asks as we walk to the 2 small swings on the tree of Ziam's backyard.

I take a deep breath and ignore the question, i sit on the swing and look at the loose dirt underneath me as Louis plops next to me.

"What happened in school?" He repeats and i loosly pull my sleeve down a little bit, Louis watches my movements "Oh."

"I went to a catholic school at age 10... i had bright orange hair and pale freckled skin. Well some kids thought i was demon spawn and taunted me. One thing led to another and the bullying was then physical. I didnt tell cause i thought it was friendly bantering 'cause they were my friends...Well, 2 years pass and I was told i was going to Hell. I cried and we finally moved. There bullying still happened but it was because i was poorer and ugly and fat and yeah. So that's my background... anything else you wanna know?" I spill.

"...Do you wanna hug?" Louis finally says and i nod, he stands up and take me into his arms.

I bow my head into the crook of his neck and breath in deeply. I stare emotionlessly at the tree trunk bottom across from us. i sigh loudly and tell myself not to cry since i did then. i pull away from Louis.

"Thanks but i-i need to... to just... i need to be alone for a moment." i blurt coldly and stride forward before he can answer.

I walk to the side of the house and look for something to sit on and think. i see a bus stop bench with no one there. I basically sprint to it and collapse onto it with my elbows connecting to my knees, Hands clutching the side of my head and my ginger hair, eyes closed, mouth breathing deeply as i remember everything that had happened in school.

I musta started crying because all of the sudden a hand is placed on my back. I snap my head up, i feel a tears stroll down my pale cheek, yep. i appearently started crying. I stare at the blond boy infront of me.

"Hey, you alright?" His voice coming out in a deep raspy tone laced with a British accent.

"Super." i say sarcastically.

"What's wrong?"

"Why should i tell you?" i snap.

"It's always better to tell a stranger who will probably forget and never see you again than a person who is close that will always remember and always see you... or at least that's what my mum used to say." He grins a toothy smile.

"Yeah, i guess."

"You gonna tell me, red?" He plops next to me and i check over his fit, lean body spectically.

"I just spilled my whole bullying experience to a total stranger... not you... someone else. I told him everything than took off and ran here to think." I sigh.

"Ah." He nods understandingly.

"Yeah." I groan "He told me that his boyfriend hurt him, so i told him that."

"That makes sence, your secret for mine." He nods again.

"yeah. I just... i didnt wanna relive it but he pushed me into telling him and now i feel like its happening all over again."

"Well, my mum always used to tell me that to overcome the terrifying memories, you have to make new ones, better ones."

"Im guessing your mom is a philosipher." I smile.

"I guess, she was very wise... she died 2 years ago.." He says quietly.

"Oh, sorry."

"No, its alright, cancer sucks."  He smiles weakly.

"My mom had cancer too, she lives over in the states now."

"Oh cool, so you're from america?"

"Yeah."

"They always said American girls were hot, now i believe them." He winks and the bus turns the corner up the street.

"Thanks, hey, do-do... can i have your number?" I ask hopefully.

"Thought this was a one time deal." He chuckles and flips his curly hair out of his pale face. "Sure, here." He take my phone and enters his number as the bus pulls up, "See ya round Red."

"Yeah, see ya round Blondie." I shyly smile as the bus takes the Blond away from me.

I look down at my new contact... Flynn... Flynn Walters... what a beautiful name for a beautiful boy.

"REGAN!?" I hear Louis' high voice call. 

I smile and turn to walk to the worried boy.

"Hey." I blush.

He stares at my face, the bus stop, my phone, Flynn's contact.

"YOU MET A BOY!" Louis grins.

"Shh!" I snap.

"This is too good! Oh my god!" He chuckles "Tell me ALLL about him!" I sigh loudly as he stares at me with impatienceness.