soggy fries 》larry au

not this shit again.

I need middle AND last name suggestions. That go with the name Harper and/or Audrey. Also which name do you like better. I cannot decide a name for this character, and your suggestions would be very much appreciated. 

Also, drama is back because I was bored. It won't last very long. 

MY NEPHEW IS CHEWING WITH HIS MOUTH OPEN AND I WANNA SMACK HIM BUT CHILD ABUSE IS BAD BUT OMG I CAN'T STAND IT FUCK

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louis

Everyone looks at me in shock. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I stand up. "You got a little something on your face there. Is it your faggot boyfriend's cum?" He snarls, nearing me. I put a protective arm around Harry. 

"Get out of here Austin, I swear to god I will call the police." I say. He laughs. "Come on son." He grabs my arm and pulls me toward him. "Just fucking leave man." Harry begs, pointing toward the door and grabbing my arm.

"Get out of here." I whisper to others. They stand there in shock and silence. "Go!" I repeat myself louder. They all take a step back, running up the stairs and not turning back. I look over at Harry. 

"You too."

"Louis, I didn't come here for you to be all protective." He slams me against the wall. I huff. "You're a strong bastard aren't you now." I laugh, pushing him off of me. "Prison does that to a person Louis." He pushes me onto the ground. 

"Austin!" Harry screams. "Harry get out of here, please. I don't want you to get hurt." 

"I don't want you to either."

"Come on Haz, listen to my fucking son." He says, kicking my stomach. I groan, thinking it's best to let him get his anger out and leave. Deal with the pain and continue on with my life. 

That is plan A. 

Plan B is to fight back and call the police. 

Harry gasped as Austin picks me up and slams me against the wall. 

"Louis don't make him do this! Don't make me just stand here and watch!" Harry begs. I take a punch to the face. "That's why I said get the fuck out of here." 

Harry wraps his hands around his stomach, sobbing. "Bro bro, Austin, how does this help anything." I try to make him stop. I need to catch my breath. 

"It just makes me feel better as a person. Doing god's work and shit." He says, punching me in the face once again. "For god's sake stop!" Harry screams. I see him pull out his phone, probably calling the police or something. 

I see a flash of silver near my stomach, and my chest suddenly tightening. 

In that moment, the moment Harry is screaming my name and throwing Austin off of me. The moment I realize I have a fucking knife in my side, that's when I get to thinking. Maybe I should have went with Plan B. 

I'm not mad at the others running off, I told them to. I'm not mad at Harry for not stepping in, I told him to stay back. I am mad however, at myself for telling them this. 

I gasp for air, looking down at the knife in my side. Holy hell it's fucking painful. 

I glance around the room and see Liam and Zayn beating the shit out of my father, the girls all on their phones, probably calling the police.

"Louis, stay awake for me please." Harry lets his tears fall. I cough, reaching up to feel my lips. I look at my hands, only to see they are covered in blood. I hear Harry let out sobs. He wipes my face.