"so," i cringe at the old man's yellowing teeth, "where do you live?"
"doncaster with my boyfriend." i freeze, should i have said that?
oh no, what if he's homophobic?
the old man looks at me and then the road again, his movements slow. i'm slightly freaked out and scared.
"boyfriend, huh?" i slowly nod, keeping alert at all times.
he frowns and stops the car on the side of the road, "my town doesn't take kindly to homosexuals.. they say that man shall not lie with man, or it's an abomination..."
my breath stops and i grip my knee and attempt to grab the door handle but he stops me.
"luckily for you, i hate everyone in my town and their ways." he smiles a warm smile at me and i let out a breath of relief that i didn't know i was holding.
"now, lets get you home, yeah? your boyfriend must be worried sick." i nod at him and let him take me to my home.
with louis.
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no, it is not over.
it will end soon though because it's a short story (:
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photograph; stylinson
Fanfiction[ COMPLETED ] ❝When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me, under the lamppost back on sixth street, hearing you whisper through the phone, "Wait for me to come home."❞ or the one where harry runs away with a mere photograph of louis in his poc...
