Now who is Eli and why is he threatening me?” Harry sighs and looks at Louis’ eyes.
“Remember how I told you about my brother Edward?” Louis nods. “And how I said he was in a gang?” Louis nods again. “Eli is the leader of Edward’s gang.” Louis’ eyes widen. “As for threatening you its because… well…” Harry fiddles with his fingers.
“He’s my ex-boyfriend and wants me back…” Harry trails off and Louis knows there’s more.
“And?” Louis presses on, determined to find everything out.
“And… I’m also in the gang.” Louis freezes in his spot. Everything is so confusing, why would Harry be in his brother’s gang?
“Spill, everything."
Harry stays silent, not knowing what to say. He doesn’t know if he’s ready to tell Louis this.
“Harry, you better fucking start or I swear to God I will walk out that door right now.” Louis threatens. Harry looks at him with wide eyes.
“But it’s your house.” Harry says sheepishly. Louis glares at him unamused.
“Harry.” Louis snaps and Harry puts his hands up in defense.
“Fine, Fine. It’s just. Well. I don’t… I really don’t know where to start.” Harry says, putting his elbows on his knees and his hands on his forehead.
“Start when did you meet Eli.” Louis says and Harry starts.
“Yeah, I guess that’s a good place…” Harry trails off. “Are you hungry?” Harry asks, trying to avoid the subject although he knows its a stupid attempt against Louis, the king of avoiding the subject.
“Harry. Stop fucking playing around, tell me.” Louis snaps, Harry flinching at his tone. He is really angry.
“Fine, fine… Well I meet Eli after one of the beatings you gave me when I was 14…”
***
“See ya later Marcel!” Louis teased, saying the new name he gave Harry. Louis and his minions had, to be blunt, beaten Harry to a pulp. He watched as the group left, leaving him on the ground near an alley. Harry laid on the ground and let the cut on his head bleed, he saw absolutely no reason to get up right now.
After a few minutes of silence Harry heard footsteps and the smell of marijuana. Harry looked to the alley and saw a speck of orange light and the shadow of a man, about 17 or 18, walking towards him. Harry tries to get up before the man sees him, but it was no use, he couldn’t move; whether it was pain or fear he just couldn’t move. He keep trying, hearing the man chuckle made him try harder. Once he was on his feet he could see the man and he gasped, he looked like an older version of Louis. This chestnut hair that shines and looks so soft, his smile, his electric blue eyes, the curves of his body. Everything.
With his history with Louis he figured anyone who looks like an older version of him and chuckled while walking out of an alley, he should probably run. That’s what he tried to do. After the first few steps he fell flat on his face, his ankle was most likely sprained.
The man, after seeing Harry fall, ran over to him, picking the boy up bridal-style and heading back towards the alley.
“This is it, he’s either going to rape me or kill me or both. Goodbye life.” Harry thinks in his head as he releases a few tears from his eyes.
“Hey, hey, hey shhh. I’m not going to hurt you babe. I just want to fix you up okay? Clean you head and wrap up your ankle and patch up any other injuries you have okay? No need to cry.” the man cooed softly kissing the shaking boy’s hair in a soft, comforting way. Harry snuggled into the man’s neck, figuring he’ll take advantage of this dangerous strangers kindness while it lasts.
