Restricted

Chapter 4

"SHIT! DAMN! FUCK! ASS! BUGGER BLOODY MOTHER FUCKING JESUS!" Louis cursed after stubbing his toe for what seemed to be the seventy five millionth time that morning. All the god forsaken hallways were so narrow and everything was so crammed. Louis had been there less than twenty four hours and he was already one hundred percent certain he would dead by nightfall.

He took a deep breath and continued preparing his incredibly healthy breakfast of bacon, sausage, ham, eggs, fried potatoes and a chocolate shake. Some would say he was rather fond of carbs. Others that he had a death wish. Whatever their thoughts, Louis was going to enjoy his horrendously hazardous meal for two reasons: one, he'd read somewhere that ham was good for the soul and two, he was a grown ass human being who could what he wanted, so when management or his parents or anyone forced him into an unpleasant situation, (much like his current living arrangements) he would would prepare himself this very same breakfast as a sort of 'fuck you, I do what I want.' While this seemed to satisfy him he couldn't deny the nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he was punishing himself more than anyone, but Louis was always a professional at ignoring the voice of reason.

After he had finished his meal and left the kitchen in a complete disaster-zone state, he went upstairs to prep for his day in the community gathering area. He refused to acknowledge such a dinky set of buildings as anything else let alone an entire town. He was feeling thoroughly sassy.

After a while of searching through his closet, Louis found himself torn on what outfit he wanted to shock the world with. He was privy to a more exciting look such as the extremely tight colored jeans paired with the dark long sleeve button up and topped off with suspenders but he realized he couldn't stick out too much and risk the press. He decided instead to go with dark blue skinny jeans and black t shirt covered in a fur lined jacket seeing as it was cold as balls in England at this time. He finished off the outfit with messy fringe hair and converse and grabbed his keys off the counter.

On his way into the heart of Holmes Chapel, one of his favorite songs came on the radio and he couldn't help but belt along with the tune.

"WELL SOMETIMES I GO OUT BY MYSELF, yes I do, AND I LOOK ACROSS THE WATER ER ER ER" He began to ad lib and mess around with the song. He noticed his car was rather chilly after a while even with the heat turned all the way up and as he continued with his obnoxious singing quickly glanced around to find the source of the problem. He quickly realized when he noticed an old couple, a few young children and an older boy on a skateboard laughing at him from the sidewalk that his passenger window had been open the entire time.

"Ehhhh fuck off will you." Louis mumbled as he quickly rolled up the window and turned the radio off. He had just pulled up to a hardware shop and figured he might as well see what kind of shit these loons had to sell. Perhaps he would buy some rope and duct tape just to see how the sellers would react. Louis was settled on this plan when he noticed a bobbing head just up the road from where he was parked. The figure was walking away from him but Louis could make out their outline from where he was seated. They - he, Louis was quite sure it was a male, looked rather tall and fit. At least from where Louis was seated. They also had the most interesting hair that seemed to bob along with the rest of him as he walked. Louis decided he would investigate and turned on his car to slowly follow (not to be mistaken with stalking, Louis was no stalker) (okay so maybe he was a little bit of a stalker) the tall boy for what seemed like ages but was probably only about five minutes or so. The boy hadn't noticed Louis's car following him at all before he walked into what looked like a local bakery.

After a few minutes of battling with himself Louis still had not come to a conclusion on whether or not he wanted to go in and see the boy. He knew he was being stupid but he couldn't help but be apprehensive. He began to talk to himself,

"I'll just go in and ask for a muffin or some shit, see what he looks like and get out... But what if he recognizes me? Or worse, what if he's totally beautiful and completely straight? God I couldn't handle another Dan... I'll go though. Yes. I'm going." Louis began to step out of his car before quickly changing his mind, slamming the door shut again and banging his head on the steering wheel repeatedly, setting his car alarm off. "SHIT shit shit shiiiiiit!!!" Louis panicked and fumbled for the keys to try and end the relentless screeching that was his SUV. When he finally got the keys and turned the alarm off, he leaned back and sighed, closing his eyes. He felt bad for any passerby that had to witness his meltdown and hoped none of them thought he actually needed help. He didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment. Just his luck though, he heard a tap at his passenger window. He groaned and began to roll down the window to snap at the stranger when his eyes connected with two bottomless green ones. The boy began to speak but Louis was lost in his eyes and didn't catch any of what he said. After a minute he noticed the bouncy hair and tall frame and realized this had been the boy he was stalk- following earlier. He was the most beautiful creature Louis had ever beheld. So much so his chest hurt just looking at him. He began to notice other things, like what looked like flower on his cheek and an apron tied around his neck. So he worked here, at this bakery? The boy cleared his throat,

"Sir?" Louis snapped back to reality at the voice that embodied sex addressing him. So low and gravelly. God, Louis wanted this boy.

"Y-yeah. Sorry, I'm a bit out of it. What did you say?" Louis began to regain his composure and with it, his confidence. He batted his eyelashes at the boy and noticed a slight flush as he registered Louis's advances. Louis smirked.

"I was just wondering if you were alright, you seemed a bit flustered out here but I can tell you're recovered so I uh, I guess I'll just leave you to your business." The taller boy rushed the words out of his mouth as if he'd had half a second to deliver them. He turned around quickly and headed towards the bakery without so much as looking back towards a shocked Louis.

"Wait!" Louis called, the younger boy stopped right before walking inside and turned just so he could hear what Louis was going to say. "What's your name?" Louis called. Why wouldn't he come back over and talk to him?

"Harry Styles." The boy responded curtly and with that, hurried into the bakery. What the fuck?