Trust me with your dreams

Part 4

LOUIS POV

As I exit the classroom I look at my watch and see its 3:25 shit,I need to haul ass to the grocery store. I run as fast as I can to the front of the school. I've missed the bus and now have to wait 10 minuets for the next one, there is no way I'm making it home by 4. I contemplate calling Liam but he is busy and I don't want to bother him. My phone starts to vibrate in my pocket and I pull it out, it's such an old phone that I don't even have caller ID on it. I answer knowing only a handful of people have my number anyway.

"Hello" I say Into the phone.

"Louis? Where the fuck are you" my dads voice booms through the receiver.

"Um, I just finished school..... I was just going to the grocery shop, then I'm coming home" I tell him.

"Get your fat, ugly, worthless ass home right now!! do you understand!" He yells.

"Um okay yeah...I'm on my way" I say.

"If you are not home in 15 minutes I will have to teach you a lesson you worthless Fag!" He says.

I can tell he is drunk and I can hear his friends in the background. Great they will be around drinking and playing poker all night. I won't get any sleep and they all find it fun to treat me like dad does, Calling me names and some of them even go as far as shoving me around a bit, hopefully I can get to my room quickly and lock myself inside before any of them really notice.

"Okay" I tell dad as I hang up the phone.

If I wait for the bus I will definitely be late, if I walk It will take me just over 20 minutes. If I run though I may make it, it's really my only option. I'm pretty fit when it comes to football and I have no doubt I could run the whole way home, but all I've eaten all day is that granola bar that Niall gave me this morning. There is nothing at home to eat now that I won't make it to the grocery store and my rib is still sore. I suck it up and pray I won't faint on the way home, that will just make my life a whole lot worse.

I take a deep breath and begin to sprint home I run as fast as I can. I'm breaking out into a small sweat, I've also got to try and hold my jeans up as they threaten to fall down when I run. I've been sprinting for five minuets straight before I need a break, I stop at the intersection 10 minuets from my house with my hands on my thighs bent over as I try to catch my breath. My side is starting to ache and I'm feeling a bit dizzy. I'm going to be late I know it, I then see a black car pull up beside me. It comes to a stop and Coach Ben rolls down his window. I see Mr Styles in the passenger seat, they must be friends.

"Training for the big leagues hey Louis" Coach jokes out as he leans out the window.

"Something like that" I say smiling slightly.

"Are you okay? do you need a lift? You seem in quite a hurry, we watched you sprint from school" Coach Ben says concerned.

I actually am so thankful they pulled up. If I get a lift I will make it in time and hopefully forgo a beating, but I don't want either of them to see where I live. I'm contemplating my answer when Harry speaks up, leaning over Coach to talk to me.

"I hope keeping you back hasn't made you late Louis, I don't want to get you into trouble" he says kindly.

"Um no it's, um fine thanks... I'm just running a little late, I don't want to bother you" I say awkwardly.

"It's not a bother Louis, just hop in" Coach Ben tells me.

I sigh as I straighten up and walk towards the black Mercedes, coach must be on a pretty good wage if he can afford a Mercedes. I slip into the back seat and Harry and coach turn around to smile at me.