Push Me (BoyxBoy)

They're making us crazy, don't give up on us baby.

Louis POV

Harry says that for the past few days he's been comping up with a plan to track down his father and either threaten him beyond comprehension , or get him arrested. I'm going for the ladder. I feel like it would be a lot easier on every one if I just left. Whether it be for good, or just the town itself, but that seems like the better option. My mom won't have to worry about me, and Harry sure as hell can get over me. Mr, Teezer will hopefully lose contact with me once I change my number. This just may work.

I'm leaving town.

Harry POV

I was sitting alone at the kitchen table drinking a warm cup of hot chocolate, when the doorbell rang. A pang of fear ran through me as I realize it could be my father. I've been telling Louis that I've been coming up with a plan, but I've had a major case or...not knowing what to do. I want to make the last time I ever seen him go out with a bang, and no, that's not the sound of him getting shot. (Even though that would be okay. He raped my soon-to-be boyfriend over and over again, can you blame me?)

I quickly grab the phone just in case it is him and press in 999, our emergency number. I crept up slowly to the door, barely placing my hand on it. I took a deep breath puffing my chest out slightly. More for myself than to intimidate him. I swung the door open and pressed call holding the telephone to my ear.

"I have emergency on the phone if you step any clos-" I cut myself off as I drop the floor to the ground. The beautiful girl in front of me tilts her head to the side, in a confused way. Her green eyes piercing into mine turning darker by the second. Her blonde hair newly dyed.

"Why would you call emergency on me?" She flutters her perfectly mascaraed eyelashes and lifts one arched to perfection eyebrow at me with her mouth tilting up too. A smirk on her face. That's the exact face I make when I'm climbing out of someones bed in the middle of the night.

"Gemma..."

Louis POV (Sorry for so many pov changes!)

Packing up my things and taking them to the bus stop is easy, finding a way to say goodbye to Harry is another. I know he'll get over me, but will I? Will I get over him? Probably now, but it's for the best. I'll be happier knowing that I'm away from Mr. Teezer, my mother will be happy she doesn't have to deal with me (not like she ever really did) and Harry will be happy that he doesn't have to make his father leave at my expense. Everyone will be happier.