bakery boy// larry stylinson

chapter 4

"Now," Louis stops, turning around slowly back at me, who looked so scared, and nervous. I I was rarely ever scared.

"You can't make a sound, okay? My parents have this thing with...with...well, let's just say we're looking for someone else to work at our house and I do t want that to be you. They don't like strays, either, as I said before," Louis finished.

The word 'strays' wasn't my favorite word in the world, but it could be worse.

I nodded slowly back to Louis and when he saw me nodding, he opened the door to the bottom of the house, leading me into a small room. It was carpeted, and it had somewhat of a bed with no blankets, and a lamp. He was expecting me to stay here?

"Listen, this is a room in our basement and my parents never go in here, I promise," Louis said to me.

"And if they do?" I questioned.

"They won't, so don't worry," Louis assured, once again.

"How can you be so sure?" I asked.

Louis stared at me for a few seconds, and I'm not so sure he had the answer to that himself.

He finally dropped his head back, sighing, "Fine. I'll come back after my parents fall asleep and sneak you upstairs to my bedroom. You can sleep either in the bed, or somewhere in the bathroom maybe, and I'll lock the door," Louis finished.

"I like that idea a whole lot better," I smiled weakly.

Louis smiled back too, and walked upstairs as I shut the door into the small room I had to be in for who knows how long.

I decided to take a small nap, considering how tired I was. So I lied down with my favorite pillow and blanket, and began to dream.

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"Harry! Harry!" I heard someone whisper, shaking my body harshly. My eyes softly opened as I looked up through my eyelashes to see an annoyed Louis.

"My parents are finally asleep," Louis said, and that caused me to sit up and rub my eyes.

"Finally," I said, my eyes still closed but soon opened them when I felt Louis looking down at me, and one thing I hated was to be stared at. Even if I won X Factor, I hate to be stared at.

"Right, let's go," Louis said, walking ever so quietly up the basement stairs as I followed quickly and quietly.

When we reached his room which looked like the size of more than my old house, he turned on a lamp and shut the door.

"You can sleep wherever, it's really your call," Louis said, "Except the bed."

"I thought you cared about 'strays'," I emphasized.

"I do, my bed is mime though," Louis said, removing his shirt as he lied back on the bed, looking at me.

"I'll take the floor," I say, walking the the ground furthest away from the door, and started to lie down my things.

"Is that like a blanket you got when you were little?" Louis asked weirdly.

"Yeah...my mum gave it to me," I swallowed. I never liked to talk about my mum, especially not around strangers.

"How old are you again?" Louis asked.

"15," I reply.

"And you still carry that thing around?" Louis smirked.

I was getting angry with him. I doubt he knew my mum passed away, but you still don't judge someone.

"Yeah," I whisper, my voice cracking, and that got Louis silent.

"Hey, curly?" Louis called.

"What?" I sighed, turning around to look at a smile appear.

"This bed's big enough for two."