Okay random.. but should I give up on this story? Idk I'm not feeling it.. if I do I have many other story drafts and one of them I could start publishing right away..
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Harry's heart was beating erratically in his chest. He had managed to fit himself into the tight space between the bed and the floor in the vacant room.
Mr. Tomlinson came inside a few minutes ago, and Harry was trying to rack his brain on how to get out of this situation. He heard the pitter-patter of footsteps around the house and a door opening. Harry mentally exhaled until..
"Louis! Get up here now!" His pupils dilated to the size of a period.
Who was Louis?! Was Mr. Tomlinson mental?
He heard grumbles and more footsteps coming from below.
"Yes, sir?" The voice was quiet and nervous sounding. It was feminine but also didn't sound like a girl.. if that made sense.
"That boy across the way, I don't want you looking through that window when he's out there. You hear me?" Was that boy across the way me?
"Yes sir."
"Getting nosy over there. If I notice any strange behavior from him it'll be 5 hours next time you hear me?"
Five hours... five hours for what?
"Yes, sir."
"Now get out."
"Uh-"
"What."
"Do I- may I have a snack?"
"No. You aren't down on schedule tonight. Now get out of my face before you make me sick."
The schedule? Oh...
Sunday: none
Monday: lunch, nothing more/less
Harry was gonna be sick to his stomach. Mr. Tomlinson was abusing this kid. And if he wasn't that's what it sounded like.. who keeps tabs on someone's weekly meals.
He heard a door slam and then another. After that followed the sound of a car. You better believe Harry darted.
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"Gem you have to believe me!"
"Harry I want to believe you. It just..sounds crazy. We've known Mr. Tomlinson for a while he's like a widow you know?"
"Look I know it sounds crazy. But I can show you."
Gemma snorted and waved her hand at him. "I am not trespassing someone's property."
"We at least have to call the authorities! Something is going on in that house and I'm NOT gonna sit around until someone gets hurt."
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Snow Angel; L.S.
FanfictionIt was winter, the cold was unbearable. You should take Louis' word for it. He never was allowed to leave unless his step dad threw him out in the snow without anything protecting him. Left him out for hours then dragged him back in and threw him do...
