Abandoned (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Louis sighed and let his head rest on the wall nearest him. He was deep in thought, thinking about everything you could possibly think about. The fourteen year old tried his best not to cry. He felt it was his duty, to stay strong for his boys. But his boys weren't with him.

So technically, he didn't have to be strong, did he? None of the boys would be there to see him crying.

The boys. Just the thought of them made Louis want to cry. He missed them more than he'd ever missed anything in his entire lifetime, which hadn't been long. Fourteen is such a young age. Louis didn't have to worry about all these things, did he?

Yes. He did. He was, after all, a juvenile delinquent. He was serving two years in prison. He'd be sixteen by the time he got out of that place.

And he couldn't wait for that day. Everyone at the prison hated him. Saw him as nothing more than a troublesome kid, just trying to get in the way of everything. But Louis was used to it, that was how most people saw him.

He didn't want to speak, because he'd get yelled at. So he thought.

"I...I wonder how the boys are spending their Christmas Eve? I sure as hell hope it's better than mine..." Louis hoped. He felt a lump in his throat, picturing the four little boys he used to protect sitting around a small fire in the woods, freezing and starving. Yet still happy, because they had each other. Louis didn't want to believe that they still lived there, he simply didn't. He'd figured that if he left, maybe...maybe they would be better off without him.

"I wonder if they're thinking about me?"

Louis wondered many things. He ran his fingers through his newly cut hair. He hated how it was cut. It was a buzz cut. And Louis hated buzz cuts, unless they would do something good with the hair. The only good thing they could possibly be doing with Lou's hair would be giving it to the head cop, who was as bald as...well, he was just very bald. And it was the only thing that brought Louis happiness. Making a joke about the man's hair loss. But it wasn't even that funny anymore. He'd had to keep everything to himself. He had nobody to share his thoughts with.

Like they'd want to listen anyway.

Nobody cared about Louis Tomlinson.

Even on Christmas.

He realized that now.

As Louis felt his eyes become wet with tears, he looked up into the sky and swore he saw something...flying. Flying? He heard jingle bells. He had to squint his eyes to see the mysterious flying object.

"Santa...?" Louis muttered. "But I thought..."

He then got a slight smile, and looked out into the starry winter night.

"Santa...all I want for Christmas is...is...oh gosh, I don't even know. Nothing. Never mind," Louis lied. All he wanted was his boys. He just didn't know how to say it.

"And also...I've written Harry about twenty letters, I...why hasn't he answered back?" Louis wondered with worried eyes.

He looked at the glistening stars and sighed again. He laid down on the closest thing he had for a bed and wiped his eyes.

"Merry Christmas, boys," he murmured before falling asleep.

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Although it was late at night, not a single person in the orphanage was asleep. Everyone was awake, and planned on staying awake until midnight (Madam Higgins' rule). Everyone was having a good time, whether they liked to admit it or not.