Animal // Larry Stylinson

Chapter 1

(Harry's P.O.V)

I was walking home from school, humming a random tune, minding my own business when a car pulled up next to me.

The car was a black coloured Honda Civic, I always wanted one, but would prefer a nice silver colour. The car door opened and a man stood up. He had medium length brown hair with a red tint to it, beautiful ink that covered his arms, a lip piercing, and black eyeliner that made his ocean blue eyes stand out. Something about him gave me chills.

"Oh," I said silently as I watched the man come towards me. There was a smirk plastered to his face, his eyes staring right into mine.

He just stood there and looked at me for a few moments, probably because of my flower crown that was placed on my bunch of curls. But I didn't care, they're pretty.

The man that was probably in his early twenties put his hand out indicating for me to shake. I put my hand out, mine is much bigger than his. His hand was very feminine and he had thin fingers, he is also kinda tiny, making me furrow my brows because for a tough guy he seemed girly, "Hi, I'm Louis Tomlinson." He said as he made a perfect smile appear on his face. I reluctantly smiled back, not meeting his gaze.

"Uh, H-Hi... I'm Harry, uh... Harry Styles." I cursed myself for how stupid my voice sounded, I was never good at talking to people. The lack of confidence that I have annoys me. I shivered as a sharp breeze passed and my teeth chattered a bit, but I ignored it and continued to look at the ground.

"Are you cold? It's November and all you are wearing is a t-shirt and jeans," Now that I think of it, I'm freezing. I brushed my curls out of my face and shrugged, biting the inside of my cheek.

"Yeah, actually. I'm freezing." I admit. Another breeze passed by and I wrapped my arms around myself to try and keep warm. Louis awkwardly stood there, his eyes not leaving me and so I looked at him with a raised brow.

"Want a ride?" Louis asked and I try my best to keep eye contact, and I couldn't. I pondered the thought of going with him for a minute before answering.

"I-I don't know. mum says to never go with strangers, and she will ask me questions about who you are. I'm not that far away from home anyways..." I spoke, taking a step back as he stepped forward.

"I don't bite, C'mon! You don't have too though," The lad encouraged, I watched in amusement as his blue eyes shined and they crinkled in the corners, his hand reaching out, waving his fingers.

"Fine," I finally said, following him to his car. He smirked and got inside, and I rethought what I was about to do before putting my hand on the handle.

I stepped in and sat down on the leather seat, Louis noticed the cut on my hand from earlier and knitted his eyebrows, "I-it's fine, it doesn't hurt..." I said and pulled my hand away, hiding it inside my sleeve.

"What happened?" Louis asked with wide blue eyes. He grabbed my hand and lifted my sleeve, and he visibly winced as he seen the dried up blood.

"Jake did it, he's a bully at my school, s'all," I reassured as he nodded, bringing my hand to his face and examining the wound. Jake really likes to hurt me.

"Do you wanna come to my place so we can clean the cut? It looks pretty bad..." Louis grazes his finger around my cut and I instantly get goosebumps, watching with soft eyes as he continued to do whatever.

"Okay." I have my phone with me, I should be safe. Besides, Louis is nice. I bite my lip because I was nervous, mum always said not to talk to strangers. But then again, mum doesn't know the difference between right and wrong anymore so I didn't see why I should listen to her.

The drive to Louis' place was quiet. He looked at me every few minutes but that was about it. Music was quietly playing in the background, heavy metal I think. Not the classical music that I like, but the music Louis was playing sounded pretty cool. Around five minutes later we arrived at an old looking worn out house. It was small but still looked homey.

"This is your house?" I asked, trying not to sound rude. Louis gulped and pointed at the big and beautiful house next to the worn and broken house. The bigger house looked a lot better and new than the smaller house, "That house over there is my sisters, I'm staying with her. She's out right now though, I park my car here because no one lives in that house. So why not use the driveway when no one else does?" Louis said hastily as he smiled and I awkwardly smiled back.

Louis exited the car and walked over to the passenger side, opening the door for me and putting his hand out. I take it and he helps me up and out of the car. Louis leads me to the house and gets a keychain out of his pocket.

It had three keys, one for his house, one for his car and another one that was a dark brass colour. It was quite tiny and looked old. I wondered what it was and was going to ask but decided against it.

Louis picked out the silver key and put in in his house lock, It unlocked with a big 'click' sound and Louis entered the porch with me following after him.

We both pulled our shoes off and left the porch. I was in awe at the sight in front of my eyes. The house was huge, the living room was beautiful and my mouth hung agape, Louis took my hand again and led me to a room that was a kitchen.

The room had a huge fridge that was more than likely packed with food. I went wide-eyed when I saw the granite counter and sink, everything was so beautiful.

"Want a drink?" Louis' asked and I nodded in response.

Louis walked over to the fridge and opened it, revealing all the products inside. I was right, he had loads of food and drinks in that fridge. Unlike my house, since we can't afford much.

He grabbed out two bottled of water and passed me one, I opened the water and gulped down half in a few seconds. The cold water making its way down my dry throat helped a lot from how bad it was feeling.

Louis took my hand and lead me back over to the living room and we both took a seat on the leather sofa. He grabbed a first aid kit from a drawer that was next to the sofa and put out his hand for me to put my hand in his small one.

He grabbed the alcohol and put it on my cut; causing me to wince at the pain. He then quickly put a soft cloth on the ugly cut and gently traced my knuckle, making me smile shyly.

"Feel better?" I nod.

"Thanks." Louis gets up and walks back over to the kitchen and comes back a few moments later with two sandwiches.

He put one in front of me and one in front of himself. I was confused because I thought I came here just to get my cut cleaned, I am more than starving though.

I take a bite of the sandwich and finish it in a matter of minutes. I was starving because the people at school took my food, so I was left empty until now. Not that I eat much anyways, though.

I thank him, "No problem," The lad looked at me with his red-rimmed eyes, smiling yet again.

Louis and I spent a few more minutes just talking about ourselves when I started to feel dizzy. Everything started to get blurry, too. Did Louis do something to me?

Then, black.

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A/N: Bad first chapter, but it gets better :)