Sand In Your Shoes ( A Larry Stylinson AU ) boyxboy

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Gasps where heard all over the room. Charles let a sarcastic laugh and Jay put a hand in front of her mouth in shock. 
"Louis Tomlinson , excuse yourself now! "
His step-father smirked.
"Let the kiddo use the big words , I couldn't be less bothered. Jay, your son will never succeed in life neither is he going anywhere. He is just an embarrasment to the family and even to his.. own father. But the two of them are idiots and losers so it isn't surprising, ain't it? " Charles knew how much Louis hated when he mentionned his biological father in front of him but the so called step-father continued to smile anyway.
Louis wished he could slap that filthy smirk away.
"Don't you fucking dare talk about my father! And mum I can't believe you are still with him! I'm done with this life, I'm done with you and you." He shouted pointing at his step-father and mother. " Go fuck yourselves!"
He sat up from the table and ran to his room. Enough was enough. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He grabbed his luggage and threw in whatever clothing he found. He'd send himself the rest of his stuff anyway.
He climbed down the window , slowly walked around his house and ran away. 
He needed to escape, he needed to do something with his life.

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A tall curly haired boy was lazily weeping a floor with a dirty mop. He sighed and blew the curls that fell on his eyes away with a quick breath of his lips. He looked around at the empty and cheap restaurant he worked at and wondered how come his life became that pathetic. He sat down to take a little break and he fell into his thoughts. He's been thinking a lot lately. 
He was happy before IT happened. The event that changed his life forever. He was seventeen years old when he was riding in a car with his parents. They were happily commenting on the restaurant where they just spent the night when suddenly they heard the rasping of car tires and then an explosion. Harry woke up the next day in a hospital bed with the terrible news that his father died and his mother was in a deep coma. In fact, His mother was still in a coma - she's been for the past two years. He often went to visit her a the hospital where they kept her still connected to a bunch of needles , she was responding and twitching in her deep sleep but she never actually woke up fully. Harry had stoped worrying and was left hoping that someday she would wake up. But he didn't want to get his hopes up, so he kept going with his weekly visits at the hospital with no expectations. His sister that wasn't in the car with them ran away with her teenage crush to America after the accident and left Harry dealing with all of it alone. He was the only one who got out with minor relapses - few broken ribs and scars. The doctors kept congrulating him, saying that it was a miracle and drooling over how lucky he was. Well, lucky wasn't exactly the word Harry Styles. He wasn't lucky nor organized. He always seemed to end up in the worst situations.After the death of his parents, his old uncle appeared from nowhere and managed to get all of his parents' money before disappearing somewhere unknown. 
Harry was left with no money, no house and no family. He traveled to London to seek a job and a cheap flat and ended up working at the restaurant where he was seating at the moment. He knew that it would eventually bankrupt at some point ; They had one customer a week. He also thought about how he was in deep shit because his little appartment was provided by the restaurant and if it closed , it would mean that he'd be left alone in the streets again. And he didn't want that.
He starlted when he heard his phone buzzing in his backpocket. He quickly grabbed it and glanced at the caller ID.
'Aiden'
Aiden?! He remebered his old best friend that moved to Paris when he was about sixteen years old. They used to spend all their time together and had the weirdest nights out. He answered excitedly , confused about that unattended call. He didn't talk to him since two years.
"Hello?"
"Hey mate, how's it going?" 
"Aiden, how are you! It's been a long time i've seen that ugly face of yours!"
He heard a laugh at the other side of the line. It was good to find a sort of banter back.
"I'm fine. I'd love to chat with you, but leave that for later.. guess what?"
Harry frowned slightly.
"What?"