Louis looked up at the clock once again and sighed. His best friend Zayn had made him go to a art class with him because he didn't want to be alone. That wasn't the case. Zayn was impressing the girls in the class with his artwork while Louis leaned on the wall in the corner. He looked at the black clock on the cream wall again
"three hours later" he sighed mimicking the one off sponge Bob
There were easels placed around the room in a rough circle with chairs next to them. The teacher had a wooden desk covered in drawings and books, green fabric chair, a black board and a easel. The door on the right lead to the small kitchen while the door to the left lead to a short hall with two other doors and a stairs that went to the office/games room and the bathrooms
"Zayn" Louis said finally becoming too inpatient to wait any longer "come on"
"not yet Lou" Zayn said
"Zayn I have to get home" Louis sighed "listen I have to go, so it's either you walk, go with me or get a lift from someone else"
"go then" Zayn gruffly
Louis sighed before walking out of the art room, down the stairs then turned right to walk out into the cold evening. He pulled his blue cardigan closer to his body. He walked quickly to his car and pulled out his keys. Louis had been going to the art class for about a week now and he still hated it. He quickly sat in and turned on the heating trying to warm himself up a bit. He looked across the street to see the brown, thatched roofed bar throwing out two guys, one with brown hair in a quiff getting sick, the other was a curly brown hair boy with a bust up lip. A third person came out a blonde man that looked too happy to care about the other two as he sing his heart out.
"at least I'm not them" he chuckled to himself before driving away
His car started making gurgling noises from the engine
"please don't, please don't" Louis begged as a black cloud started to form behind him
The car quickly stopped in the middle of the road as Louis hit the steering wheel in frustration
"piece of shit!" he yelled at it as he got out and decided to walk back to the pub to call a taxi
he slowly walked back kicking the stones on the ground. He looked at the ground, eyebrow furrowed, lips squeezed together, hands shoved in his pockets. He suddenly felt two hands grab him, one around his mouth and another around his waist. His eyes turned almost white and his face pale as he tried to scream and kick out of the persons grip. A cloth was put over his mouth and nose, within seconds he was out...
