The last time he saw living people was at the age of fourteen, before he moved in with Stan, the boyfriend whom he thought was the love of his life.
Louis, now eighteen is a prisoner in a dull looking apartment with no friends other than his bed and his telly.
"I hate living in this shit hole" he says to himself. And if only those grey colored walls or that old couch could talk, "RUN" is all they would say because they've witnessed all of the horrible things that happened in that apartment over the past four years.
He stares at the wall hoping some sort of miracle would occur and save him from his miserable life. Louis walks to the bedroom looking pale and thin as a stick, he throws himself at the bed, pulling the duvet covering his whole body, crying his eyes out hoping he'll disappear into the darkness.
A door slam is heard, he wipes his bloodshot eyes as he hides himself with the duvet making it look like he was fast sleep..
A minute later he hears footsteps getting closer and closer to the bed then he feels a hand caressing his cheek, "Baby are you awake?" Stan asks and waits for an answer. He didn't get an answer so his hand pinches Louis' cheek so hard it was bruising the poor boy's beautiful tear stained cheek.
Louis flinches and opens his eyes wide staring at Stan's bloodshot eyes. He's drunk.. again, "Ouch baby, you're hurting me" Louis says, terrified.
" Were you crying again?" Stan asks Louis, worry obvious in his eyes. and if Louis didn't know him any better he'd think Stan's actually worried.
"No baby, I wasn't" Louis says before a hand comes rushing to smack his cheek making his eyes water. He yelps in pain and jumps out of the bed, Stan runs after him,and wraps his arms around Louis' waist, " I want you.. so bad" he says and smacks Louis' face again.. Stan picks him up then throws him into the bed, jumping on top of him and ripping his clothes off of him then punching him in the face, Louis has lost consciousness.. again.
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Harry walks into the school, with the mop of curls on top of his head and those gorgeous green eyes.
Eyeing every guy and girl in the hallways, Harry flashes them his his toothy grin, along with the dimples.
"Niall! Mate!" He yells at the blond guy with the beautiful sapphire eyes.
"Heyy Harry!!" Niall replies back with a beautiful smile, showing his perfect teeth.
"Do you still want me to hook you up with Zayn?" Niall asks Harry.
"Wouldn't pass it up" Harry answers Niall, smirking.
"I'll text you his number then" Niall says giving him a smirk before walking away to class.
A girl walks by, wearing a mini skirt and a t-shirt that says "Hot".
She smiles at Harry, He looks at her, shaking his head, "No" he says to her. She glares at him and if looks could kill, Harry would be dead.
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Harry's sitting in his flat watching the telly, then his phone vibrates indicating a message.
He picks up his iPhone and unlocks it to check the messages.
Niall has sent him the number of the guy he's sitting Harry up with, Zayn Malik.
Harry texts that number," Hey Zayn, got your number from Niall, would you like to hang out sometime? -harry xx "
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Hey, so that was the first chapter :)!
Sorry it's short! I'll try to make it longer :)
Keep in mind, that's my first fanfic!
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Finding Our Voices (Larry Stylinson AU)
Fanfiction"Delete my number please, we shouldn't be talking" Louis typed shakingly, looking around afraid of getting caught by Stan. or the one where Louis gets a message from and unknown number that turns out to be Harry. though Harry thought the number belo...
