[Feb'13-...] "What is the prince doing out on a school night?" he asked mockingly, circling Louis as his green eyes burned holes into the older boy's face. "Don't call me that," he spat, tired of Harry's bipolar actions. "I ran away." He kept his head down, trying his hardest to not cry in front of this beautiful yet...
I winced as he forcefully grabbed my hips, pushing me up against the brick wall. "W-who are you?" I choked out. His grip on my waist tightened, making the pain much greater. Who was he? What was he doing to me? The deep voice chuckled. "I could say so may things." My attacker lent down, his hot breath tickling my ear...