Gay, and in a gang [Punk! Louis, Punk! harry]

HIT AND RUN

i quickly turned my alarm off scared it would wake him up. i shuffled out of bed and pulled a blanket around me before heading down stairs.

Mum was lying on the sofa, her blanket cocooned around her. Moving closer i could see beads of sweat on her head.

"mum?" i whispered, no response. "mum?!" i said louder, shaking her shoulder lightly.

"what?" she replied, sleepily, her eyes flickered open.

"you ok?" i asked

" yes why- what time is it?" she rubbed her eyes.

"urrrr......" i quickly checked the clock "6.15" i said, calmly.

"6.15! are you mad? why r up so early!?" she whisper shouted.

"needed to make sure you were ok" i answered truthfully. "you can go back to sleep now" i said, smiling. she nodded and let her eyes close again.

I turned to go back upstairs. I wasn't looking where I was going, but at the polished floor. I suddenly walked into something solid just in front of the stairs. I saw his feet on the floor. Fearing the worst i looked up.

His face had no expression at all, he just starred down at me.

"urrrr.....morning" i said quickly, then regretting it straight after. I went to walk past him and go up stairs but was stopped when a hand touched my shoulder. It wasn't a firm grip but the knowing of him touching me was enough to make me freeze.

"what are you doing?" he growled at me, i forced my self not to tremble.

"Going upstairs" i said, wincing

"No before that" his voice was deep and ruff, no emotion was displayed in it though.

"Checking on mum," i squeaked.

"Why?" he persisted, his voice growing more growly.

"To see if she was ok," i said, whimpering like a coward. He stepped towards me menacingly, i quivered under his glare.

"don't do it again" he said through gritted teeth. I wasn't going to let him boss me around by fear like when i was younger.

"why not!" i asked. he raised his fist and grabbed my shirt. my eyes widened in fear my heart pounded twice the speed. i just nodded at him. his grip loosed and he stepped away. grunting he went back up stairs. my breath, which i had been subconsciously holding came out. i grabbed some trousers from the radiator, my jacket from the door, slipped my trainers on and hurried out. i didn't want to be in that house with him any longer. i just hoped mum would be ok.

my phone was in jacket pocket, so i had contact. A light breeze blew across the air. I stuffed my hands in my trouser pockets. i felt something papery in there. pulling it out carefully i saw a folded up piece of paper. Not remembering putting it in my pocket i was curious and unfolded it. 11 numbers were displayed upon it it hurried black ink. Under was a single word, well name; Louis. Heart pounding i dialed it, not knowing why, it was just an instant reaction.

"hello?" came an angelic voice that already i knew to well.

"louis?" i asked

"yeah who's this?" came his voice again. Before i could answer he spoke again. "oh Harry!"

it made my heart skip a beat when he said my name. I nodded then realised i was in the phone.

"oh ur yeah" i said, still nodding.

"hey, you found my number then" he said, i could hear his voice change as he smiled.

"yeah, hey could i talk to you?" i asked