“Are you stalking me?” I asked petrified by the man in front me. His hand laid on my cheek, caressing it slightly. I have seen him here and there in town but not this close.
“No Harry why would I do that?” he asked taking my hand in his, tattoos all the way to his fingers. Everyone knew not to get close to him, he practically screamed trouble, danger, death and so many other words.
“i have seen you watch me” I gulped as he pulled me close to him, every cop wanted to put him behind bars but there were never any proof that it was actually him who ever did the crimes.
“Maybe it's all a coincidence” he smirked and pulled me closer.
“How did you get here then? This is my spot, I have walked to this place for about a year now and I have never seen a single human here!” I said accusingly, he chuckled and it sounded so beautiful.
“I like you Harry, so yeah I have watched you” he pulled out a pack of cigarets giving me one. My eyes bulged out and my mouth went dry.
“I'm only fifteen” I said and he laughed again. Lighting the fag, inhaling and blowing out the smoke right in my face.
“So?” I coughed a bit before I answered him.
“You're like...”
“23” he said and shrugged.
He stalks me.
He is 23.
He is wanted by the police.
He has enemies all over England.
He runs a gang.
His name is Louis Tomlinson.
And he likes me?
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Warnings
Sexuall
Violence