Prologue

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AN: so guys, welcome to my new story!

So, the first few chapters are gonna suck (but that’s nothing new since all my stories suck). But! After a couple chapters there is gonna be smut, which I’m sure more than 50% is gonna like.

Btw, before I forget, Louis is 20 in this story.

So enjoy!

Louis’ POV.

"Mate, i gotta go, we've school tommorow and my mom's gonna be mad." I sat and get up going to the door.

“Okay. Bye Lou.” stan says.

I head down the street, turning in a dark street. In the middle, there was a big black bus with two guys behind it, one with black/brown-ish hair in a quiff and a guy with blonde hair, also in a quiff.

They stop talking when I walk pass them, and look at me. The one with the dark hair glares at me while the blonde smiles friendly at me, causing me to smile back.

Just as I was about to turn in another street, I was pulled back and a hand covered my mouth, preventing me from screaming for help.

“Stop struggling or we’ll put you in sleep.” A voice growls in my ear and I stop and he leads me to the black bus. I see blondie looking at me guilty.

I’m pushed inside and they throw the doors shut.

~10 minutes later~

“Come on, Harry wants to see you .” The black haired guy says opening the door, pushing me out of it.

Who the fuck is Harry?!

Blondie opens the door from a big house and I gasp at how huge the house is.

Are these guys rich or something?!

“Come one.” The guy says pushing me harder.

“Harry?” he says, when we are standing in a sort of office.

“Yes, Zayn? Do you have the boy?” he asks, looking up.

Okay. I really didn’t expect a boy looking so young! He looks like he’s 18 or something!!

“Yes, here he is.” Zayn –I suppose- steps aside, showing me ‘Harry’.

“Well done, Zayn. You can go now, go to Liam or something like that.” He orders and Zayn nods walking out.

“So, you’re Louis.” Harry hums a little, looking me over, making me a little uncomfortable.

“Yes, I am. What do you want.” I ask rudely.

Harry glares at me, probably because I back talked to him, but I don’t fucking care. It’s his fault anyways.

“Shut up.” He demands and I huff but don’t say anything else.

“Better. So, to answer your question; you’re here because I want you to.” He says hiding a smirk.

I roll my eyes annoyed. God! I’m not even here for 10 minutes and I already hate him with everything I have!

“And…?” I ask impatiently.

“There is no ‘and’.” He answers annoyed that I’m asking so much questions.

I sigh annoyed and say, “Look kid, I don’t  want to be a part of your stupid game. I have to go home.”

Harry raises his eyebrow. “Kid? How old do you think I am?”

“Uhm, 18?”

“Close. 21.” He says smirking a little.

I just glare at him.

“I’m older than you.” He says still smirking.

I growl a little and he stops smirking, probably surprised that he got that reaction. But then he begins to smile.

“Well, you’re going to stay here for a long time. So  Niall is going to show the way to your room.”

Just as he says that, blondie comes in the room and smiles at me, pulling me out of the room.

“Why does he want me?” I ask confused, I know it’s stupid to ask, but I want to know. And this ‘Niall’ person seems to be the only one that is a little nice to me so far.

“Honestly? I don’t know. I think he wants someone cuz he’s lonely, especially since me and Liam are dating, the same with Zayn and Perrie.” He answers with a comforting smile.

“But why am I here?” I ask again, frustrated.

“He likes you. I gotta admit, you’re not bad looking. So I guess that’s why.”  He winks playfully and I scoff.

“It doesn’t make sense. I never met Harry or seen him in my life.” I say annoyed.

Niall smirks, “Well from now on, your gonna have a boyfriend. Except it, Louis. There’s no changing Harry’s mind. Sorry but you’re stuck with him, forever.” He says and walks out of the bedroom.

I sigh and fall on the bed.

What am I gonna do? Live here for the rest of my life? My family? My friends? Ugh…. Stupid Harry! Why me? Why does Harry want me as his boyfriend?

All I know is that It’s gonna be a long time ‘til my mum finds me, that’s something I’m sure off. 

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