Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

Flower Boy

Hey guys! Here's the first chapter of Guns & Roses. Hope you enjoy.

(P.S. I am trying hard to work on chapters for others stories, but I feel like utter crap today. Hang in there, they're coming 😊)

Chapter 1:

LOUIS

"Why do I have to live in this small ass town again?" I asked through the phone, feeling so damn frustrated with Zayn right now. He was being so vague about everything, and I just wanted some straight answers. I wanted to know who we were dealing with that made me have to lay low for a while. It was completely ridiculous.

"Because it's for your own good. Louis, we have to be very careful with this guy. His gang is unlike any other. They will do their best to kill every single one of us. I'm doing my best to prevent that. We lay low until we get more intel on their hide out and their weaknesses." He said, and I sighed, gripping the steering wheel tighter as I turned down the street my new home was suppose to be on.

"And how long will that take?" I asked, hoping it'd be somewhere around three days because so far this town seemed boring and happy. What was there to be so happy about? Seriously every single person I've driven by has waved and smiled at me. I was a complete stranger.

"As long as it needs to." He said, and that was not what I wanted to hear. We didn't even have a definite time period! What was this? I did not sign up for this bullshit!

I was about to complain about how I hated this little fruit cake town, but Zayn spoke before I could. "I have to go now, Louis. Lay low and stay safe." He said, and I groaned as he hung up, and I pulled up into the driveway of my temporary home.

"Fuck you, too, then." I mumbled as I turned my phone off and got out of the car. I looked up at the house and was at least thankful that it was a pretty nice house. It was two stories and seemed to have plenty of space. It was a simple tan color, one of the walls was a rock wall and it had a few vines on it, but it was nothing compared to what the neighbors house looked like.

I stared at the pure white house. It seemed to stand out from all of the other houses on the street. In fact, it seemed to stand out from every single house I saw while driving here. It also had a rock wall as one of the exteriors, but their rock wall was a light grey color to blend in with the white, and they had a small waterfall going. It was amazing, but the thing that made it stand out most was the mass amount of red roses all over the house. Multiple rose vines and a few rose bushes surrounded it. Whoever lived there sure did love roses.

I looked away from the rose house and walked up the walkway to my home. I pulled out the key I got and shoved it into the keyhole, taking a deep breath and praying that it was decent on the inside as well. "Please don't let me down, Zayn." I whispered.

I pushed the door open and gave a relieved sigh as the inside was just as good as the outside. There was a black sofa that was shaped like an 'L', one other recliner accompanying it, and I was thankful to be able to lay on it. There was a coffee table, an end table, and a flat screen TV. I walked into the kitchen, seeing that it was spacious. I didn't use it all that much, but I appreciated the space and the black, marble countertops.

I walked into the dining room and saw a lovely glass table with white cushioned chairs that had black embroided designs on them. Everything seemed perfect so far- the bathroom, the guest room, which would be completely unnecessary but nice to have, and the bedroom. I fell into the big, white king sized bed and sighed at the comfort of it. I really needed this.