Marcel's POV
"Uh, no. I'm pretty shit at it." I replied, and we laughed. Louis' laugh was beautiful. It was blissful, bright, bubbly, and joyous. Whenever he laughed hard, he would hide his face. I didn't understand why. His face would contort beautifully. Delicate features you wouldn't notice would stand out whenever he laughed. The way his eyes would disappear, and the little crinkles would appear by his eyes. The way he would throw his head back then softly smooth his fringe. The way he shyly curls up and covers his smile. It would be an understatement to say that when Louis laughs, he becomes the sun. There's not a way to describe Louis when laughing. It's not something you can describe. It's an experience.
My phone started ringing next to me. I tore my eyes away from Louis and glanced at my phone. It was Oscar. How did he get my number? I grabbed my phone and furrowed my eyebrows.
"I'll be right back," I muttered and got up. I walked over to the shade of a tree and answered the call.
"Oscar? Are you okay?" I asked, concern evident in my tone.
"Yeah, Harry, I'm okay." He answered.
I sighed in relief and rested my head on the bark of the tree. "Okay, good. How did you get this number?"
"I called Charlie, and he gave me your number." He responded. "He told me about your situation."
I sighed. "Charlie needs to learn how to shut up," I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Oscar, everything is fine. I'm sure Charlie made it a big deal, but it's not."
Oscar scoffed. "Alex is back, so is Michael, and O.B.D has people in your school."
"I killed Michael, actually," I whispered, looking around to make sure no one was near.
"You killed Michael?"
"He tried to kill me, and he threatened an innocent's life. I had to, Oscar, and you know he wouldn't stop coming after me if I didn't." I explained.
He sighed. "I know, I know. Are you okay? I mean, with everything that's going on?"
I didn't answer him. I sighed and thought about it. The guy who made me feel loved and special then broke my heart and left me alone was back. His father, who had tried to kill me, twice, and was working with my psychotic father was also back, but I killed him. The gang I was in when I was 14 was back and keeping their drug operation alive. I have members of that gang in my school, giving out drugs and using teachers to do so, as well. Oh, and we don't know who is running that gang since I killed Michael. Also, that gang also works for my psychotic father who wants me dead, and if they find out about me, then they can use the people closest to me to get to me. I almost forgot the guy who broke my heart and left me alone now claims that he still loves me, and he was forced to break my heart because his father was threatening his little sister. I could believe that his father was threatening his little sister. Michael was a bastard and had little care for other people. He didn't care about his children. He was using Alex to do his dirty work, and I don't doubt he was doing the same with Tessa. I might believe it, but it's hard to because it's coming out of his mouth. The same mouth that pretty much told me to go to hell and that I was worthless.
"Harry? You there?" Oscar asked after a while of me being quiet.
"I'll admit it's not an ideal situation, but I'll get through it. I always do." I finally said.
"That's true, but you never did it alone." He said. "You had me and Charlie to help you, and you'll always will. If there's any way I can help you, I'll do it."
I smiled. "That's generous, Oscar, but the last time you helped me, you got severely injured."
"That doesn't matter! He exclaimed. "I'll get a thousand times injured for you. We're family, Harry, and family looks out for each other."
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Escape
FanfictionLouis Tomlinson. He is the typical ideal athlete at his school, Hayfield high school. Everyone thinks they know him. You know, a player with a big ego and a small brain, the usual characteristics of a fuckboy. Every guy wants to be him. Every girl...