Boy at the window || Larry Stylinson AU

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Glass splinters all over my body, gun shots everywhere, a huge fire is circling around me, getting closer and closer, caging me.
It starts to burn my ankles while I scream on the top of my lungs... ---

--- that's when my eyes snap open. I stare up to a sheer white ceiling, my heart beating as fast as an up beat song, drops of sweat on my temples. Quickly I try to sit up only to see black stars in front of my eyes again. I wait until my view gets clear and... what? Why am I in a hospital? What happened?

I'm the only person in the room. The silence is violent and I look for my phone to somehow listen to some music but it's nowhere to be found. Suddenly the door opens and my mum runs into the room, followed by my dad and my sister.

"My baby boy! Oh my god are you okay? How are you feeling, do you need something I can ask the nurses to bring you whatever you wan-"
"Mrs. Tomlinson please calm down" A friendly looking doctor enters the room, smiling understanding at my mum, before turning around to look at me seriously.

"So, Louis how are you feeling?"
I slowly speak up, noticing that my voice sounds a bit coarse. "I'm... fine I guess. What happened?" I try searching for any memory in my head... I was at the cafe. Then a woman entered and she was acting weird but what happened after that?

"Louis you were part of a crime act but you passed out and lost your consciousness for nearly a day. Today is sunday, it's currently 10 am and the act happened yesterday around 3 pm. We are not going to ask you about what you remember now, the interview of witnesses will take place at the police office next thursday. If you feel alright you can go home with your family, but you have to stay home for the whole week, I hope that's not too bad."

And here I am, sitting in a hospital bed, my worried family and a frowning doctor standing around me, Louis, who supposedly commited a crime or at least played a part in one. I run my fingers through my hair, shakily breathing out. What the fuck happened??

At least I can stay home and try to figure out what I did without having to deal with people from my class. They would make everything worse although I'm not sure this is even possible in my current situation.

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Later today my family and I arrive at our home. During the whole drive there was an awkward silence in the car and I can imagine why. My parents are most likely extremly disappointed, whatever I did it must be something terrible otherwise there wouldn't be that much drama right?

When I'm finally laying in my bed again, cuddled into a blanket, listening to Ed Sheeran, my brain starts working again. Slowly the memories find their way back to me starting from Max, the homeless man, over to the woman pulling a gun out of her coat and threatening Max and me until I remember a bare chest with two swallows in front of me.

I'm sure I passed out after being slightly hypnotized by green eyes. Does that mean I didn't commit a single bad thing? But why is everyone acting like this? Sure, I was found in an empty cafe with a dead woman. Yeah well if they saw the place like this then of course they suspect me of doing something.

I take a deep breath and decide to take a break from worrying, I can continue with that later. I  lean back into my pillows. Ed his unique voice calm me down, his new songs even cause a feeling of happiness, a small smile creeps on my face...

When I was six years old I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled down
I was younger then, take me back to when I

Found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them through the years
And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long, I know I've grown
But I can't wait to go home...