Playing With Fire

Chapter 3

o Harry's POV o

Stupid wavy hair, stupid smile, stupid ocean blue eyes, stupid luscious body... That boy has not left my mind since I met him well- more like saved him, but I'm not about to go risk being crushed by that beautiful boy I saw. I'm not allowing it! End. Of. That.

I walk down the outside the city streets looking down at my shoes. I don't need anyone to stalk me and I sure as hope they don't. I won't be here long anyway... I'm on the run. I'm always on the run.

I cross another street and look at the sky with the stars gleaming so bright. Perfect... Too perfect. Everything is perfect these days. What about all the bits and pieces that aren't? Oh yea! They're treated like outcasts and dumped on the streets like I was. What wonderful memories that'll bring.

Anyway! I've been walking the same road for an hour and I swear I'm lost until I cross the familiar alley way and make my way throught every twist and turn, no second thoughts about rapist or murders because what do I have to live for anymore? I did kill a person. That makes me no better than them as it seems.

I pass the corner and in an instant and I look at the fight that unfolds before me. Not him again!? Does this guy have a death wish? I shake clentch my fist and walk in the middle- throwing the first punch to the guy standing over the one person that hasn't left my mind.

 o Louis POV o

 I've been running for quite some time now and I can't tell where I am anymore. I don't care- is what I tell myself as I pump my legs to run faster, wanting to get out of town or possibly state if I can. Maybe I could rent a car with the money I've got? No. I have to save up for food and possible shelter? I don't know yet, but I do know that the smile on my face has been there since I left that house and a-hole I call father. Then I think of my mother... What wil she think? Will she miss me?

Will she hate me?

I stop my running to wipe the sweat from my forehead and rest against a brick wall of an old run down cafe. I look inside and see that it must be closed because of the dim lights and oh yea.. The 'Closed' sign is up. Smart one Louis. I realize that when I look around I'm in a more run down part of town I'm assuming and completely loss. Great. I look around for someone that could probably help me with directions and find a guy in a black sweatshirt walking up this way with some keys in his hand.

"Excuse me?" I call out to him, dumbly.

He walks over to me and take a good look at me.

"New around here kid?" He smirks.

"Yes actually, could you possibly tell me where I am?"

"Um not far from the Doncaster. Just an hour outside the city."

"Thanks."

"Need a ride somehwhere?" He asks quickly.

"Um I'm good." I may be lost, but I'm not stupid.

"You sure? You look like you've been running for ages," he chuckles softly.

"I'm good, but thank you for the offer." I start walking away until he pulls me back into his chest.

"Hey what do you think your doing!?" I gasp and struggle in his meaty grip.

"It's been awhile since we've had a new person in town and I don't think I can let a beauty like you go," he smirks and pulls me into the alley next to the old run down cafe.

"STOP!" I scream and kick my feet, flailing my arms about.

"Shut up!" He whispers harshly and takes a good slap to my face; making me groan and hold my cheek weakly.