A Deal with the Devil. ((Larry Stylinson))

Chapter 2. Old enemies and new fears

Louis laid on the couch with Jewels, softly petting her. It's been a week since Harry has found the fluffy black feline and Louis has grown more and more fond of it as the days went by. Louis heard a groan sounding from the kitchen.

"Harry what have I told you about masturbating in the kitchen? It is very unsanitary!" He heard footsteps getting closer to the black leather couch. Harry plopped himself on Louis' thighs and groaned again, laying his head on Louis' chest.

Louis sighed and moved the cat so Harry wouldn't squish him, "Yes, Haz?"

"We have no food." Harry mumbled, "Can we go get some food?"

"What kind of food?" Louis runs his hands through Harry's curls

"The good kind." Harry said, but made it sound more like a question.

"Alright. Go put Jewels in the bathroom and I'll go get the keys."

Louis walked into the kitchen, grabbed his keys, and headed to the door. He slipped on his jacket and hollered for Harry to put his on too, which Harry replied with "Yes, mother".

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"But Lou! I have to pee." Harry says for the fifth time.

"Harry I told you that you should have gone before we left."

"But I didn't have to pee than!"

"Well, doesn't that suck?"

"Lou bear."

"Hazza bear."

"Lou."

"Haz."

"Ugh."

Louis smiled at his mini-victory of getting Harry to stop complaining about how if he doesn't pee soon his bladder will explode all over Louis' car.

Once they got parked in the not-so crowded parking lot, Harry ran inside the little boys room while Louis grabbed a buggy. Louis pushed it towards the frozen section to grab a few frozen dinners. He was about to head to the cereal isle when he started feeling like someone was watching him. He looked around and saw nobody suspicious, only one old guy and a young mother with a toddler on her hip. Maybe it's just Harry playing a trick on him. Louis looked around one more time before pushing the cart away from that isle.

"Lucky Charms or Frosted Flakes?" Louis thought out loud.

"You've always liked marshmallow cereal better."

Louis froze as he heard the oh-so familiar voice. Louis turned slowly and looked into the dark brown eyes of an old friend. An old dead friend. What the-?

"Nate..?" Louis whispers.

"What's wrong Louis? You like you've seen a ghost." The orange-headed boy's voice left goose bumps on Louis' skin. Not the good 'my crush just touched me' or the cold goose bumps. The bad 'what the hell is going on I'm about to piss myself' goose bumps.

"But.. they said.. you were.. they found.." Louis mumbled as he backed up as far as he can, which was not very far do to the shelves.

The ginger boy smirked, "Yeah. Never send a cop to do a detectives job."

"So the body they found wasn't yours?"

"No." Ginger looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to them and leaned into Louis, his lips brushing Louis' ear, "It was the body of another boy, Goldie. Remember him? I murdered him and planted him in that lake to take the place of my body."

Louis tried to push him away with as much force as he could, but the boy didn't move.

The boy's smirk grew even more, "You've gotten stronger since the last time we've been in this position. But still, you know you aren't strong enough to fight against me."