Poor Boy - Complete | L.S

Chapter Thirty

'Hey, Lou... um, it's Brock here. I-I don't really understand what happened yesterday but I'm feeling really hurt, and I would like to talk it out... hopefully, you get my message. Call me soon please.'

Louis clenched his eyes shut, holding his phone close to his chest. He hated himself at this moment.

How dare he let himself hurt Brock for his own selfish needs which turned out unwarranted. Brock was one of the nicest and most genuine people he had ever met. Just because he wanted to 'get his flirt on' in an attempt to heal his broken heart he treated the boy like he was worthless.

He promised Brock that he meant more to him than a one night stand – and he broke it.

Louis sighed because he was broken over what Harry did to him, leaving a note after taking his virginity. Hell, Louis is still hurting. Although not the same circumstances, he did the same to Brock.

He can't bring himself to call Brock back, too ashamed by his actions.

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"Louis?"

The caramel haired boy looks up from where he is stood in the grocery store shopping for Jay. 

The women had given him a strict scolding for sobbing over Harry again; she claimed that he needed to 'man up'. Apparently, him shopping would take his mind of the 'disgraceful pig that broke his heart'... in his mother's words.

Louis' heart didn't like how she spoke of Harry, but his brain was thankful she was helping him get over his heartache.

Liam on the other hand, considered Jay's words brainwashing.

Turning to the mysterious voice, Louis was surprised to see Zayn, Harry's boss's son standing in the isle with a sad smile on his face.

"Hi... Long-time no see." The caramel haired boy waved softly watching as Zayn walks forward, so they are a reasonable distance apart.

"You look like shit. Just as bad as Harry."

Louis sighs, "I assume you heard what happened."

The black-haired man only nods, pulling Louis in for a brief hug – the latter is thankful for the show of affection.

"My dad says Harry's been really struggling at work, way too tired to produce anything of quality."

"Well, it was his choice to break it off," Louis mutters turning back and examining the different types of soups.

"Doesn't mean he wanted to..." The godly looking boy whispers before changing the subject this time speaking more confidently and loudly, "look there is this party on at my mate's house today – how bout I pick you up and you can be my plus one?"

Blue and brown eyes meet once more.

"I already tried getting my flirt on. I only made myself feel worse and hurt others."

"You don't have to flirt. Just dance Lou – feel happier for once." The latter eyes Zayn before nodding, "Okay."

A little dancing couldn't hurt... could it?

The answer is yes.

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This is his first real party. He feels like a rebel.

He hates it.

Louis is only now discovering that he hates parties. He is also very certain he is claustrophobic. There are people everywhere at this party – he can barely walk two paces before he is being shoved by extremely drunk teens, and the occasional young adults.

He coughs at the smoke in the air, or is that weed? 

This isn't his scene.

"Zayn!" He calls, searching for the man who had promised to stay by his side, the godly looking man was nowhere to be found.

He stumbles into a less crowded area as he coughs more, lungs feeling tight and constricted. Louis is almost sure this party could pass as a rave.

Louis notices a man stood alone in a corner on his phone, desperate for a drink he approaches the blonde and asks, "e-excuse me where can I find some water?"

The blonde haired young adult, perhaps twenty, looks up a smirk forming on his features as he takes in the brunette's appearance.

Louis gulps, taking a step back, suddenly he doesn't trust this man.

"Yeah let me show you."

Louis eyes the stranger warily but follows him into the kitchen where the man grabs a glass and fills it up with water from the fridge for him.

The man has his back to Louis as he prepares the boy his drink, the latter smiles thankful for the strangers help.

Soon enough he is gulping down the water as the man asks him his name.

"Louis. Louis Tomlinson."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Kerry, and most my pals call me Kez."

Louis nods at that, taking the last sip of water, "God I'm thirsty I think I might get some more."

The brunette moves to open the fridge only to be stopped by Kerry, "let me." He offers with a smirk taking Louis' glass once more and filling it – his back to Louis.

Accepting the now full glass, he once more gulps it down.

"So, who are you here with?" Kerry asks.

"Just a friend. He is MIA; I think I saw him run off with some chick." Louis answers sadly before frowning when he tastes a strange flavour.

"Is this flavoured water?" He tilts his head looking down at the bottom of the glass, the residence of a powdery substance was left.

"No." 

The smirk on the blonde's features scares him

His eyes widen in worry as he stutters out a simple, 'I should leave' and tries to make his way to the door. Before he can exit he begins to feel lightheaded, his vision blurring and senses weakening.

He can feel his body being scooped up and the last thing he hears before he blacks out is a mutter from Kerry.

"Mm gonna have some fun baby."

If only he listened to Liam when he said never accept drinks from strangers.

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