Theft [theft] n. the act of stealing; the wrongful taking and carrying away of the personal goods or property of another; larceny.

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Chapter one: The Louis

Louis enjoyed very much his time smoking the pot that Zayn would roll up with his meticulous fingers. Rarely did they skip that ritual of the day.

And so there were the two of them, leaning against a wall where the sun hit.

Louis dragged from the blunt in between his fingers, as he stared into the distance, taking long deep relaxing breaths.

The rays shone on his face. One of those rare days where it actually resembled summer in Bradford.

Zayn sat agaisnt the wall as well, right next to him, rolling yet again a cigar as Louis practically finished the first one he made.

They remained silent. They usually did, now that they moved in together and conversation topics lacked.

The two boys were fine with it, enjoying the silence that came to them naturally, unworried and unfazed.

Zayn specially since he loved his time for comtemplation, and Louis was his favourite person to comtemplate.

He liked to watch as the blue-eyed boy sipped his coffee in the mornings, or spoke rapidly when excited, or blew the smoke out of his lungs sexily, a look of pleasure in his face.

"Sorry for ending this one." Louis surprised Zayn when he spoke, as he caught him looking(staring) and felt the need to apologize.

"It's fine." Zayn shrugged.

"I like your hair like that." Louis commented smiling slightly, before dropping the butt of the cigar on the ground, and stepping on it.

Zayn's heart skipped a beat unwillingly. "You do?" his voice squeaked.

"Yeah, you look good blonde and buzzed." Louis smirk grew. He leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes and enjoying the sun as it warmed his skin. He took a deep visible breath. "I'm so bored."

"You could come party with me later." Zayn suggested as smoke left his lips. He glanced up at Louis, who laughed shaking his head no.

"I know where you party, Zayn. Not happening." Louis's eyes widened as he thought about it more and more.

"Whatever." Zayn mumbled, looking down as he scratched some stain off his shoe.

"Are you going to sulk again?" Louis looked at the boy, wind blowing on his face. Zayn presented no reaction. "Hey." Louis called. "You're okay?"

"Fine." Zayn slid his back up the wall, standing.

Louis was surprised to see water filled eyes. "Zayn, what is it?" Now rush and worry filled the smaller boy's voice.

His hand came in contact with Zayn's shoulder. "Safaa called." Tears poured and Zayn caught them quickly trying to cover up, even though it was clear to Louis that the boy was weeping.

"Whah? When?"

"Last night." Zayn's voice was a squeaky whisper.

"What did she say?" Louis didn't want to pressure, but his ache for all that hurt Zayn made him want to know, it worried the hell out of Louis.

"She misses me and hopes I'm going okay." From that point on he didn't even hide it anymore, pressing his face on the crook of Louis neck, shaking, taking the boy by surprise.

Louis wrapped his arms around the boy protectively. "One day we'll get out of this shitty place. Out of this shitty life. I promise you that."

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Closing the store for the day was always Louis hateful burden. He hated puting toys that kids had misplaced back in it's original place, and verifying if everything was closed... it was horrible and boring and his only thought during was 'After this I'll finally go home.'

But it had to be done, and jeez, would Michael be pissed if Louis failed on it. So he got to it quickly, sliding his feet along the isles, cleaning all around.

When done he changed back to his normal clothes, locked everything and started his way to meet Zayn.

When he got to the parlour, Zayn was working a beautiful hand tattoo on a petite girl with black hair. "Hey, man."

Zayn was too focused and didn't even hear Louis through the sound of the gun, but Calvin greeted him immediately.

"Hey, Louis! Zayn's just finishing up." He informed Louis, a smile on his face, as they shook hands.

"Great." Louis said, leaning against the counter as he looked at Zayn. "Hey, how has he been doing?"

"Okay." Calvin answered shrugging, undecisive. "Better."

"Keep an eye on him." Louis warned, changing his focus from Zayn to the boy. "I think he's better too. Has he come under..?"

"No! Not since last time. If it happens, you'll know." Calvin moved his hands way to much to describe stuff. It was one of things Louis found most appealing about him. His need for expression.

Soon Zayn was done and after saying goodbyes, the two best friends made way to the nearest pub for a beer.

"Your job is so much better than mine."

"You complain too much." Zayn teased smirking, as he nudged Louis on the side.

"Stop it." Louis raised his voice, playfully. Zayn calmed and strode along side the other boy quietly.

"I'm just saying, I'm so tired of having to support a job I hate just because we have no money." Louis whined, raising his hand to his temple to softly massage it.

"Well, what do you wann do? Rob a bank?" Zayn suggested, his tone clearly of mockery.

"Funny, I'm just sayin' thah-" The blue-eyed boy stopped and turned around.

"Uh.. humm" Zayn had stopped in his spot and was intently looking at his phone.

"Zayn?" Louis called out, frowning.

"Would you mind if we do this another time?" He asked still staring at the phone.

"What? why?" Louis's voice pitched as he walked closer to the boy in heavy steps.

"There is this guy." He finally turned his head up to meet Louis's face.

Louie rolled his eyes but a smile eventually showed on his lips. "Go! We'll have a beer another time."

"Are you okay?" Zayn worried. For nothing, but he did.

In his mind Louis loved him just the way he wanted and sometimes he still got confused when reality hit him, it hurt.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" Louis asked, feeling glad that his tired ass could go home.

"Right. Great. Text you later." Louis watched as the boy ran down the street excitedly.

He hadn't seen Zayn like that in a long while. It was weird.

But Louis smiled, because it was a good thing, and went home where he dozed off, after the long and horrible day he had had.

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A ringing straight out of a devil's arse banged through Louis's ears.

"Arrrgggh..." He grunted trying to find the source with his eyes half open, half closed.

His hand came in touch with a vibrating object.

His phone was ringing. He shot straight up, picking the damn thing and opening his eyes, he looked at the screen, ignoring the burning sensation from the harsh light.

Zayn was calling. Zayn was calling?

Quietly he picked it up and got it to his ear.

"Hey, is this Louis?" An unrecognisable voice said.

Louis frowned. "Yeah, who's this?"

"Oh, hum- this is Ashton. Not important- hum.. your friend is kind of like, he can't walk. He said to call so you'd come pick him up?"

"Shit. What did he take?" Louis cursed, he wanted to hurt himself. Obviously Zayn was on something before. He was excited and all that Zayn is under substance. Stupid fuc...

"Just some pills, humm- he is just like sleepy. But he asked for you to come pick him up."

How could this have escaped Calvin? How could this have escaped Louis?

"Text me the adress, and wait for me to get there!" Louis got up.

Quickly he kicked on a pair of snickers and walked out of the door. Louie was used to these relapses, but it still worried him.

He couldn't bare the thought of not living with Zayn around. Zayn was his company, his best friend, his support. Louis had Zayn, and that was all he had.

Soon he was walking through the suburbs in the direction that this mysterioys guy, Zayn was hooking up with, sent him to.

It was already night, the only source of light came from the dim yellowy lamps on the streets. The chilly air made the boy regret he didn't bring a warmer jacket and from the distance you could hear the faint chatter of the city.

Louis took large steps, breathing nervously. Zayn was fine, he was. He just took some stupid muscle relaxers and was dozing off like usual. It wasn't bad, but it stressed Louis out.

Zayn's relapses would come in different waves. Some he would be powedered up into a coma just like that and others would slowly start until he abused way too much, way to often.

'If only his sister hadn't call.' he thought.

Soon he didn't know where he was going.

He saw this sketcky tunnel, and stared into it thinking if it was the right direction. Everything in the poor side of Bradford looked sketchy anyway.

But right at the end of it stood someone that made Louis's insides stir somehow.

A tall frame with long dark curls and a slim physique leaned against the wall staring directly at Louis.

It's probably just a hooker, he thought.

Louis decided to go ahead and pass through. His steps were slow and careful, but stressful nonetheless.

That was until the stranger turned. He looked up at Louis, a smirk playing on his lips. Louis's cheek flushed.

He stopped. The beautiful stranger was blocking passage.

"Hum- ha.. excuse me-..." Louis tried not to get too close. He was never one to be nervous but he was now for some reason. He looked at the ground trying to end this weird situation.

But the intriguing boy got his body quickly hovered over Louis somehow, letting light hit his soft shimmering skin.

Louis banged his body against the rough bricks, whimpering, pressing his back onto the freezing wall the furthest he could. He closed his eyes and deep breaths came to him, trying to calm him down. The tall stranger was drunk. He could smell it in his breath. Strawberry mixed with vodka.

"Open your eyes." A hoarse deep voice melted Louis's eardrums. It was lazy but perfect, raspy and seductive. Weird.

Louie didn't want to, but something in his body told him that he would do anything this stranger told him to, he would follow him anywhere.

So, Louis's blue eyes fluttered opened and he saw him. Perfect curls, plump red lips, dimples, a slim nose and a pair of green eyes.

His skin was glitening with sweat. His musky collogne, mixing with it, filled the boy's nostrils with a strange intoxicating smell.

You could spot the shadows his bones created on his cheeks and jawline. His eyes looked at the smaller boy raw and incomprehensible, his pupils were significantly dialated. His fleshy lips shivered slightly. Louis was breathless, attracted.

"I'm not gay." He let slip in a whisper as the tall angel hovered over the short lad against the wall.

"Sure." He replied, expressionless.

Then Louis felt an unknown and warm hand press against his crotch. He gulped hearably and looked down to see it.

His hand, filled with tattoos, stood there making Louis crazy with nasty thoughts about how things could develop before his head actually took into consideration why he thought such things about another man. It never happened.

"I'm really not gay." Louis insisted, staring at the display. He felt his dick getting hard, and his blood pump harder.

"Nobody said you were." The boy spoke, his raspy voice vibrating against his chest.

"I have to go." Louis remembered, but the mesmerizing eyes of this person, that somehow got Louis to question everything, looked deep into his soul, like they could read his confusion perfectly.

"Are you sure?" He asked gazing into the poor boy's eyes as his hand rubbed Louis through his pants, his hot breath fanning the other's neck.

He wasn't.

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QUESTION #1: Who is the tall beautiful stranger that Louis describes as an angel?

QUESTION #2: What is Zayn's problem?

A/N: Hello! Hope you liked the chapter. Share your comments with me about it, cuz I am so excited about this fic! I want to understand how I am describing things and if they are effective on readers so I'll ask questions each chapter just to get the sense.