Louis wakes up from a coma with no memory on how he ended up there. The only people who know the truth on how he got there are him and the person who put him there.
Or
The one where the innocent boy develops a toxic and unhealthy relationship with a...
Hours later in the middle of nowhere at a raggedy ass gas station...
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"Pretty princess wake up..." I hear the most sultry voice coaxing me awake. I flutter my eyes open to see the most beautiful man in the world staring at me with his warm hand placed on my cheek. I let out a tired moan and nuzzle the side of my face into his comforting hand.
"Where are we?" I croaked out in my, 'I obviously just woke the fuck up from a long ass nap voice'.
"I don't know, we're far away from home though," he removed his hand from my face, and then looked out the window at the dusty gas station and said, "I stopped paying attention hours ago. You were asleep for a long ass time."
"Well, I'm sober now so that's good," I said with a little chuckle.
"Yeah, I am too, but that's not good."
"I can think clearly now," I said while letting out a yawn and began stretching my body out. I'm glad I'm small, I can move so easily in small spaces.
"I can't," Harry bitterly grumbled.
"Don't be such a downer Harold, yes you can," I reassured him with a small laugh.
"No, I can't think clearly whenever I'm around you," he said with a growing smirk.
I let out a short laugh and said, "since when did Mr. I'm Always Angry Styles become such a softy cornball?"
Harry smiles, rolls his eyes, and then says, "you made me like this."
"I like cornball Harry, he's a cutie," I said with a chuckle, and then added, "can I get a piece of gum please?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of gum. He hands a stick of spearmint gum to me and pops a stick into his mouth also.
"Thanks cutie," I giggled while putting the gum in my mouth.
"Please stop calling me that," he said distasteful.
"Why? But, you're a cutie."
"I don't like it. It makes me sound small and gay."
"Harry...I'm sorry to tell you this but...you have a boyfriend...you're a little gay my friend," I said while trying to hold in my laughter.
"No that's not what I meant," he gave me a deadpan look. "What I meant was... I'm not cute. You on the other hand are cute as hell, you're my small little cute baby," he cooed at me which made me blush like crazy. "See! Look at your little rosy cheeks! So cute!" Harry exclaimed while touching my burning hot cheeks.
"Okay, stop it!" I whined and swatted his hands away.
"Since you can think clearly now, do you regret doing this?"
