Larry - Gone

Prologue

‘Go!’ Harry laughed, shooing Louis from the car as he attempted to tickle him.

‘Alright, alright, I’m going’ he hopped from the car, then bobbed his head back into the car, ‘I’ll be back soon, stay pretty’ he said cheekily with a wink.

Him and Harry were as close as two people could possibly be. They were best mates, brothers, band mates. The fans gave them the bromance ‘Larry’ because they were probably the closest in the band, plus they always act gay around each other, it made them laugh, and the fans seemed to love it.

Customers in the supermarket stared at Louis as he walked down the aisles, picking up normal items like milk, eggs, crisps. He heard the whispers of teen girls as he walked past, a half smile forming on his lips.

‘That’s Louis Tomlinson; from one direction, oh my god!’ one of them said quietly, the other replying with, ‘He’s even sexier in person!’

He stopped near them and turned to them, and they both wiped the smiles from their faces and stare at him, awe all over them. ‘Do you want a picture?’ he asked, hoping that they’d yes because they liked him, that they weren’t taking the mick out of him.

‘Yes!’ they both squealed in unison, pulling him between them and holding their blackberries in the air.

‘Thankyou!’

He let out a small laugh, before heading over to the self-pay till with his basket. He checked out his items, pressing the buttons on the screen carefully, making sure he clicked the right ones after one incident of doubling his prices somehow.

There was a scream from the back of the aisles, then a bang as something fell from a shelf. The people around him slowly stopped what they were doing, lifting their heads and looking around in confusion. Another thing fell, louder this time, and more came after it, like someone was running their hand across the aisle, knocking them down one after the other.

People started to bustle out of the shop quickly, expecting something bad to happen, but Louis carried on with his groceries, and packed them into his bag.

SMASH.

Workers began to get up from their seats and offices, running to where the sounds were coming from. Louis was in utter confusion, but he didn’t want to stand here oblivious, he wanted to know what was going on.

He followed the workers, quietly, so none of them saw him and told him to leave. The smashes and bangs were getting louder, closer. Louis’ heart was beating faster, he didn’t know why, but he sensed danger somehow.

‘NO! Please! She’s only a child!’ someone screamed from around the corner, there voice shaking.

‘What’s going on?’ the, who looked like, the boss shouted, skidding into a jog.

Louis went the opposite way, viewing the scene before them. His bag immediately dropped from his hand, the objects smashing and cracking on the floor.

There stood, a man in full black, a gun pressed to a young girls temple, her mum pressed up against the aisle, and his finger ready to pull the trigger.