Companionless || Larry Stylinson/Loucel AU

09

"wait.. - please don't go.."

I didn't turn around immediately. I was scared that if my heart was hurting over his fucking voice, how was it going to react seeing him as broken as he sounds?

"..please" and then I heard a choked sob.

That's all it took for me to spin around and walk towards the hunched over figure. He was no longer facing the wall, instead leaning against it on one shoulder while hugging himself with both arms. He looked up at me through his wet eyelashes and my heart began to do that weird thing again. "I just..- I don't know what to do.."

His words were so delicate, sounding as if they could stop in mid air and not even reach me at all. I scratched the back of my neck in nerves. I was never really good with comforting people, especially people I hardly knew. Hell. I could barely look after my self, let alone someone else.

"You- I um. I saw the scars.. Did he- I mean stan-" and I couldn't even find myself saying the words. Louis didn't answer. I didn't blame him.

I looked down at my feet. In my mind I was literally just thinking 'fuck fuck fuck' because I really, didn't know what to do right now.

I shifted my weight onto my left foot. "Want me to uh- walk you home or something?" I asked, sounding completely unsure of why he wanted me to come back. He wasn't talking and I was growing frustrated. Why call me back if you're not gonna say anything?

I watched as he chose his next words carefully. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, and if it weren't for his tear stained cheeks - this moments would have been adorable. After hesitating he answered. "If it's not too much trouble?"

"Of course not. Lead the way" I smiled slightly. He nodded. We walked in silence for a few minutes and I found a thousand questions sitting at the end of my tongue.

He was in front me, only just. Maybe only by half a meter or so. His arms still wrapped protectively around himself acting as a barrier from the evil of the night. I made sure to glare harshly at men who trailed their eyes over his curvy form and they practically whimpered away from my stare.

Good - I thought to myself.

"Are you okay?" I found myself asking. "You're not hurt or anything, are you?"

I coughed, trying to rid off the concern that laced my voice. He looked up at me and held my gaze for a second, then looked back down. His voice was just audible. "M'fine. Thanks" and that seemed to be our only conversation the whole way there.

He stopped abruptly and my shoulder almost whacked into his. Almost. He turned to face me and I raised an eyebrow in confusion. There were no houses around this area. I would know, as my apartment was just a couple blocks down. This street had stuff like old laundry stops, book shops and I'm pretty sure there's even a homeless shel-

Wait, he's not staying at a homeless shelter is he? I looked up ahead of us, sure enough there was a sign that read homel ss  shelte  , clearly - if you didn't pick it up - missing a few letters and well overall, just seemed really shady. 

There was a group of rugged - not the good type of rugged - looking guys, who stood in a circle. Then I saw another guy in the center, on the ground. He had a few bruises on him and then he quickly got up, they chased him into the building - if it was even worth calling it that.

"You are not, staying there."

"I wasn't going to-"

He seemed nervous and he was basically looking everywhere else apart from me. "Don't lie to me."