Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

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It's morning. That's all he knows when he wakes up, and feels sunlight hitting his face. That means his curtains must be opened, something they weren't last night, which also meant Kala was back.

Fucking Kala.

He huffs and hides his face in his fluffy pillow, stretching a bit before relaxing into his sheets. He didn't want to face her so the longer he could fake his slumber, the better.

Unfortunately, that must not have been the case seeing as he has a blunt finger poking him— weird because Kala always had manicured tips, but she could've gone for a shorter and natural look this time around. His back muscles flex on contact, but he stays buried in his bed.

"Wakey wakey." He hears a soft, raspy voice whisper by his ear. Odd, Kala never greeted him that way, and her voice was never that husky in the morning—

"Ahh!" He screams when he turns his face, and sees blue eyes innocently watching him. He jumps out of his bed and onto the floor, but that doesnt stop him from creating more distance. He crawls across the floor to the other side of the room in panic.

"Oh my!" The boy gasps, and Harry uses the wall to get up and stand. "Are you alright!?"

Who is this? How did they get in? Where are they from? Why are they here?

"Who are you!?" He screams.

"Oh!" The boy perks up at the question, and flashes his bright white teeth. "I'm Louis Tomlinson!"

"Wha- Fuck off!" The boy steps off the bed, towards Harry, and Harry feels it was the right time to yank his lamp from the desk and hold it like a bat. The boy freezes. "Who are you!?"

"I'm Louis Tomlinson, your forever friend!" He keeps smiling, bouncing on the balls of his feet with his head held high. "I can't wait to make memories with you! You're so special to me, I want to be by your side forever and always! Won't you be my friend?"

"Why— Why does that sound so familiar?" Harry whispers as he watches the creepy man in front of him. His skin was tan, and his body was petite. His hair was swept to the side, and looked absolutely soft.

The boy doesn't answer, just cutely cocks his head to the side as if to ask what Harry meant. "Won't you be my friend?"

"I don't know you." Harry mumbles. "Please leave or I'm calling the police."

"Who is 'the police'?" Louis blinks, and frowns softly. He looked like a sad puppy really. "Are they your friend?"

"I don't know about that, but they come in handy."

"Oh!" Louis claps, and Harry jumps. "Then we can all be friends! We can hang out, and share secrets— Oh, I'm so good at secret keeping! Tell me a secret, forever friend!"

"I— Who— What the fuck did I just wake up to!?" Harry violently points the lamp at the stranger. "Where did you come from!?"

Louis hums before pointing at the night stand. Harry looks. "It was a really hard fall, you know. Quite a steep one, it hurt—"

"WHERE'S MY DOLL!?" Harry screeches, and Louis' eyes widen before laughing.

"I'm Louis!" He says excitedly, and jumps onto the bed.

"What— Get off my bed!" Harry shouts, and drops the lamp in favor of tackling the boy off. "Who raised you!? Barging into homes, jumping on beds, and giving strangers useless heart attacks! You have no manners, or common sense—"

He stops, choking and moving back when the boy shoves a bare foot in his face. "What the actual fuck!?"

"I'm Louis!" The boy shouts just as loud, and Harry grabs his ankle. He planned to move the foot from his view, but large black lettering on the bottom of the man's foot caught his eye.