Mess

24.

Louis decided to go for a walk.

It was quite a cold evening. He was freezing, due to the fact that he wasn't wearing a jacket, but it was nice. He liked the feeling of freezing. It brought strange comfort, along with the heavy raindrops falling from the sky.

A lot of people who walked past him gave him some odd looks, probably because he was the only one who was not dressed for the weather. It was dark, so they probably couldn't see that he was that ugly guy from that famous boyband.

His clothes were wet, and his phone started to ring inside his sweatpants' pocket. It had to be his darling Harry, which wouldn't be surprising. He had gone for a walk without telling him, but it was only because he was at Niall's house, on the mission to pick up some pizza that the blondie had ordered but was too stuffed to eat. He was probably freaking out at the moment.

Louis answered the call, quickly turning back around to the direction of their house. It was time to go back, not only because of how late it was, but because he was afraid of being followed. An old man had been staring at him for a while now, from across the street. Because of that, he walked a bit faster.

"Harry?"

His impulsiveness had made him go for a walk, but he was regretting it now. His teeth were chattering due to the cold, and he was tremblig like a leaf. He definitely should have worn a jacket.

"Darling," Harry whispered, sounding very relieved, "where are you?"

"I just went for a walk," he replied, licking his cold lips, "I'm on my way, don't worry."

"It's pouring outside! Did you at least wear a jacket, Lou?"

"N-No," Louis squeezed his eyes shut, "I didn't really think."

"God," Harry sounded worried again, "I'm so going to make a warm bath ready and some comfy clothes for you when you come home. Maybe hot cocoa as well."

Louis really hoped it was just his paranoia, because he had a feeling the old man had started walking towards him. He really just wanted to go home now. It was only 5 minutes away. He could make it.

"H-Harry, can you just meet me on the way?" Louis asked in panic, after glancing behind him to see the old man walking behind him, indeed faster than he had thought.

He could hear Harry run on the phone immediately, probably down the hallway to get his boots and raincoat. Fuck, Louis loved him so much.

"Baby, I'm coming right now. Did you walk the same route down to our local Tesco?"

"Y-Yes, please hurry-"

He couldn't even finish his sentence, because right at that moment someone had grabbed him from behind and slammed him against a concrete wall. His phone was grabbed away from him and thrown on the ground, and he felt a hand grab his bum. It wasn't an old man like he thought, but younger guy who looked like he was in his 30s. He was smirking at him, staring at him like he was a piece of meat. Louis was definitely panicking now.

"Such a pretty little twink you are," the man whispered, his dirty blonde hair showing beneath the black beanie he had on his head. Louis tried to push him away, but the man was stronger than him. He had him pinned against the wall, and he felt his ugly mouth on his ear. Louis wanted to throw up.

"Fucking get off me," he shouted, and tried to push him off again. It was a bad idea though, because the man grabbed his throat in anger and squeezed. Louis could barely breathe.