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Louis was still sitting on the bench when it started raining. The first drop fell from the sky onto his small forehead. He looked up and cursed through his teeth. What was he supposed to do now? He didn't know where he was, he was freezing, the pain all over his tiny body was insane. A tear fell from his eye along with some more drops from the sky. He stood up limping and started walking towards nowhere. Then he reached for his jeans pocket and found out that he had some money to take the bus. After some awkard conversations with strangers, asking them where the right bus stop was to take him back to his place (they all looked at him with pity in their eyes, Louis had no doubt they thought he was homeless judging by his beat up appearence..but then again, wasn't he?) he found himself on a bus seat trembling like a wet kitten and a huge headache forming. His body grew stiff and when the time came, he found it extra hard to get off the bus. When he did, he still had to do some walking to reach his home (house! not home..house). He knocked on the door and waited..He waited for 46 seconds (he was counting them). Then the door opened. Then he was dead.
~2 WEEKS LATER~
Harry
Two weeks had gone by. Harry was starting to forget about Louis (was he?) He hadn't seen him at school for two weeks. Harry was having fun with his friends, did his homework, he was happy. Then why every fucking time he drove by Louis' neighborhood he looked towards Louis' house? Why every night he had to hug the pillow Louis had slept on if he wanted to get some sleep? Why was he so worried about Louis and the abuse he claimed he was receiving? Was he even telling the truth? Ofcourse he didn't! Peter had told him all about Louis and his past. That he used to steal stuff (then why did Louis didn't steal anything when Harry left him at his house alone?), that he faked his heart disease (then why Louis couldn't breathe right, he got cold and tired so easily and was so rediculously small?), that he has fucked every guy at this town (then why was Louis so shy when it came to Harry even touching him?). Was Louis Tomlinson such a good actor? Where is Louis? Is Louis okay? Is Louis still sick? Is Louis..alive? Ofcourse he is alive! His parents are probably not even abusing him! He used that as an excuse to catch Harry's attention (but he didn't Harry..you figured it out yourself and he just admitted it). What made Harry believe Peter? What made Harry don't believe Louis. He shook his head. All these questions were damaging his head! He decided to go for a run to relieve some of the stress and tension. He got up from his office chair, wore something loose but warm (it was freezing out there) and his trainers and he started running. He ran and ran and ran until...he was at Louis neighborhood. He reached his house. He stood outside for 13 minutes. There weren't any lights on. The house kind of looked creepy and not welcoming at all. His heart throbbed. How could someone live in such a cold place? For some reason he wanted to ring the bell. He wanted to fight Louis! He wanted to scream WHY on his face! So he did just that. He rang the bell. No awnser. Rang again. Someone walked inside the house, he could hear. The door opened.
"What do you want?" there stood the most terrifying man Harry had ever seen.
"Umm.. I'm a friend of Louis..may i please talk to him" boy, this man really was intimidating.
"HAHAHA Louis has friends?! Anyway I don't even care! He's upstairs at the rooftop. Let me give you the key" the man said.
"Is Louis locked up there or something?" Harry wondered internally.
"There you go. Go see what your friend is worth of...I'm sure you won't want him as a friend after this" the man said with a smug smile on his face.
Harry was so confused. This man was so weird. He deciding not to think about him. He just wanted to see Louis by now. He climbed the stairs. This house was huge but very poorly decorated. Also no pictures of Louis anywhere. No happy stuff lying around. He reached the door to the rooftop and unlocked it. He waited to see Louis in a huge jacket, sitting, looking at the sky and listening to music or something like that. What else could a person be doing on a rooftop in this freezing weather? What he saw then, would be haunting him forever..