made in the a.m. || larry

one.

// TW // DEPRESSING THOUGHTS // ATTEMPT TO KIDNAP // 

louis' pov

i sighed as i looked down at my fat hips and fat thighs and fat, ugly stomach all decorated with swelling bruises. i pulled a gray sweater on and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and quickly slid my legs through them. i grabbed my vans and tied them quickly, then unplugged my phone and put it in my pocket.

"louis!" my mother yelled just as i was reaching the stairs.

"yes, mum?" i replied cautiously as she shot me a glare.

"hurry and get to school," she rushed me. "i don't want any more calls from the school saying that you've been late."

i grabbed my bag from the last step on the stairs, snatched my key from the rack beside the door, and walked out of the house. it's such a relief that school is only a ten minute walk away.

-flashback-

"1, 2, 3..."

i ran behind a brick wall being built on the side of our street.

"7, 8, 9..."

"hello louis," a deep voice said from the other side of the wall.

"wh-who are you?" i stuttered nervously.

"14, 15, 16.."

"i'm a friend, louis," he smiled. "want to come see my puppies? they were just born a couple days ago."

"22, 23, 24..."

"i-i don't know you. my m-mum said not to talk to str-strangers."

"28, 29, 30... here i come!"

"but louis i'm-"

"louis, who's this?"

"i d-don't know," i choked out, shaking.

"who are you, mister?"

"i'm a friend of louis'," the man muttered, growing angry.

"well mister, he doesn't seem to think you're friends."

"that's it," the man grumbled before grabbing my arm and started pulling me to follow him.

"HELP ME!" i screamed. "HELP!"

"DON'T TOUCH MY BEST FRIEND!"

all i heard was a few punches being thrown and the man's hand let go of me and then i could hear crying. i opened my eyes and saw harry sitting on the ground, a hand over his eye and the other over his knee.

"lou," he said between sobs.

"yeah, haz?"

"don't talk to strangers anymore. he hurt me."

i removed harry's hands and his knee was scraped from falling on the pavement and had a black eye. i grabbed his head and pulled him closer and kissed his swelling eye and his hurt knee.

"mum said that kisses make it better."

"louis, you're my best friend. don't leave me, ever. okay?"

"okie dokie, hazza."

-end of flashback-

who knew when he told me not to leave him that it didn't apply to himself. new york? that's all the way in america for fucks sake.

damn, i miss that styles kid.

how many nights have you wished someone would stay? lie awake only hoping they're okay...