Our Possession

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Louis could remember his Father's adamant behavior towards him not going to the party -he would just lie and say he never heard him say anything of the sort, if anyone happened to ask.-

Louis could also remember his Father's reasoning, but that didn't effect his plans at all; the thought of danger made the eighteen-year-old even more excited to go. So that's how Louis found himself in the warehouse party, trying to move himself away from the force that was his bodyguard, Liam.

"Okay, I think I'm going to be alright if you let me hang out by myself," Louis huffed while attempting to lift himself onto a bar stool.

Liam took one look at the vertically challenged boy before leaning against the counter of the bar, "you know I can't leave you, don't even try. I don't want another incident of you getting into trouble and trying to get out of it by using your Father's name."

At the mention of his Dad, Louis rolled his eyes and moved himself to face the olive skinned bartender, politely ordering a shot of vodka.

"You need to be more careful, especially when you're going out, Lou. You can never really trust anyone," Liam said, taking the drink from the bartender.

"I'm not a child, okay? I know how to defend myself," Louis mumbled, looking out at the hoards of people dancing under the flashing neon lights. He grabbed the shot from Liam's hand and swallowed it as quickly as he could. The taste burned as it traveled down his throat, but he attempted not to show it in the effort to seem tough in front of Liam.

He looked over to his bodyguard, who looked right back at him with an emotion he couldn't quite decipher. "You want to dance?"

Liam cleared his throat and glanced at the empty shot glass, "yeah, sure."

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Louis woke up with an excruciating headache. The pain making him pull the covers over his face in the struggle to avoid all sources of light. Upon doing so, he realized that the lack of brightness seemed to do no significant job in dulling the throbbing in his skull. Louis groaned into silk sheets, bringing him back to reality as he registered that the soft sheets were not the white cotton ones that adorned his own bed.

Sitting up made him acknowledge the newfound pain that moved in waves throughout his body, almost paralyzing him with the pure physical suffering that was spreading quicker than he appreciated.

Louis sniffled and rubbed his eyes, trying to push back the tears of pain that threatened to fall. Louis looked around the unfamiliar room, big windows, red walls, and a large fire place resembled nothing to any room that would be in his own home.

What he hadn't noticed though, was a tall figure sitting comfortably in a maroon leather couch across the room.

"Oh good, you're up."