bad boys (l.s.)

thirty.

The next day, Louis was in class when the teacher randomly sent him up to the office. Louis assumed that he was just getting gin trouble for one of the many things he does against the rules at the school, so he was surprised when the woman at the front desk gave him a sympathetic look.

She handed him an office phone, and he took it, confused. "Hello?" He said, biting his lip. It was his mom, and he was glad to hear that she was okay. He wished he could say the same about his dad. "He fell off the crane. I'm coming to pick you up as soon as possible. We have to get to the hospital." Louis mumbled something before hanging up the phone, sitting in one of the plastic chairs.

He spoke up to one of the women at the front desk. "She's coming to pick me up." He said, and she gave him a look of pity and Louis hated with all of his guts. "We know, honey. We know." Louis sighed, trying not to get up and strangle her. The last thing he wanted was pity or attention. Why didn't she get that?

Louis' mom came in a second later, beckoning for Louis to follow her out the door. She sped through a couple red lights as they got to the hospital within ten minutes. "Mark!" His mother yelled, dropping down to her knees. Louis was taken aback by her tone, which he never used before. "Oh f.uck." Louis muttered, sitting down.

Louis didn't really show his emotions like others did. He didn't cry, he kinda just moped around for a while. He'd pretend he was okay, which fooled everyone except for Harry. Harry. How was he gonna tell his boyfriend this?

Louis shook all of his thoughts away. Looking from his lifeless father to his mother, who was currently breaking down on the floor in front of him. He immediately ran to her side, but she pushed him away, "It's alright, Lou. It's alright."