NEVER h.s

Five

I run until I am safely hidden behind the buildings surrounding the small park. Once I'm in the alley between the two buildings, I press my back against the brick and sigh. That was so weird, no one has ever done something intimate like that to me. It sort of freaked me out a little, and it was probably a bad idea to run. He probably knows I was uncomfortable then. Damnit.

You are nothing like your father, you're just a failure.

I shake my head, attempting to get the horrendous thought out of my head.

I peek my head around to look at Harry, his hands are in his hair, he seems like he's thinking hard. He then pulls his phone from his jogging shorts, his back to me giving me a expert view on his contracting muscles.

Stop.

He's dangerous.

His thumbs swipe around on his phone, then he presses it to his ear.

"What the absolute hell was that?!" Harry seethes into the phone.

I can't hear the rest since he lowered his voice greatly. I honestly feel sympathetic to the person on the other end on this conversation because Harry does not seem at all in the best mood.

"Fine! Whatever, I'll meet you there!" He yells again, pulling his black tank top over his head that was hanging from his shorts. He ended the call and stormed towards the main road, leading off campus.

Who is he meeting?

Why was he so upset?

Who and what did this person do?

Should I follow, or should I not risk it this time? I don't have my car, or my board, and class is starting in an hour. I really shouldn't.

Too late, sweets.

My legs were carrying me towards the direction Harry had just taken. I watched as he turned the corner, I made my way up to the same corner. Peeking out from behind it, I watch as he crossed the street. A car drives up next to me and I crouch down beside it, walking with it. After the car drives away, I cross the road, watching as Harry turns into an alley.

I run up to the corner of the building just hoping there's a dumpster there to shield me so I don't get caught, and so I can get closer. As I look around the building, I let out a puff of air from my nose, trying not to make much noise as I do.

I crouch down low, at the very bottom of the dumpster so when I go to look for Harry, he won't see me on the ground. As I look around the dumpster wall, I see Harry talking with the same mysterious figure that was watching us or me, I can't really tell, at the park.

You knew he was dangerous, but you still go after him.

I do not.

Yes you do, you're gonna die the same way your father did.

Fuck you.

As I have and internal war with my subconscious, I clue into the conversation the two dark boys are holding.

"What the hell was that Louis?!" Harry seethed, shoving the smaller boys shoulders.

"Don't touch me, you're in the wrong too." The other boy bit back.

"Oh, so since your the son of a gang leader your holy? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure your not even the indirect ruler of the gang, Dean is. So, if you'd kindly bring your whole 'I'm righteous' act down to zero, everyone would greatly appreciate it, thanks." Harry spits.

Louis then furiously shoves his hood off his head, his hair messy, and his blue - green eyes sparkling. I gasp a little, his resemblance to me so striking. He's literally me with a penis, blue eyes, shorter hair... and a lack of cleavage.