Later that day, Louis comes home to his parents both sitting at the kitchen table, his mother face distressed while his stepfather's was fuming. He silently prays that they don't stop him, that Harry actually listened to him and didn't call.

"Louis."

Fuck.

"Yes, sir?" Louis mumbles, looking at Mark with eyes, like he was a deer caught in headlights.

Mark uses his head to nod him over to the table. Louis hesitantly makes his way over and sets his binder down on the table, looking between them, "Is everything okay?"

"We got a call today from Mr. Styles." Mark says, voice stuffed with hesitant calmness. Obviously trying to keep from blowing up on Louis in front of his mother. Louis is thankful for it, he doesn't want her to see it, even though he is sure she knows what goes on when she is away.

"Oh." Louis whispers, swallowing as he looks down at the table, "What did he say?"

"Jay." Mark says, blinking at her, "Can you go pick us up some food or something?" He asks, looking at her with pointed eyes, "I need to have a talk with your son."

Louis wants to laugh in his face, he convinces him self he would have if he wasn't so terrified. Did Mark actually think saying Louis wasn't his son would offend him?

Louis watches as his mother leaves, disappointment filling his body; he knows that she knows whats going to happen as soon as she walks out of those doors, yet she still left.

"I am ashamed of you, Louis." Mark says, jaw clenching as he stands up, "Stand up, faggot."

Louis swallows in fear, standing up and keeping his head ducked in fear, tears pooling at his eyes.

"Look at me." Mark shouts, Louis does, taking a deep breath to brace himself.

Mark's face get's even more red as he looks into Louis's eyes, a growl emitting from his throat, he then raises his fist and connects it lightening fast to Louis's jaw, making the boy cry out in pain.

"Not only are you gay, but your a fucking bottom!" Mark yells, "Do you know how embarrassing that is for me?"

Louis whimpers, dainty hands holding his jaw, tears spilling down his face, "I'm sorry-y."

"You're done, We're done!" Mark hisses, "Pack a bag and get out if my house!" He shouts, "I won't be having a faggot in my house."

"You can't-"

"Yes we fucking can! You are 18, now do as I say," Mark hisses, shoving at Louis's back, then gritting his teeth and yanking Louis against the wall, tossing him like a rag doll.

"Okay!" Louis cries, trying to pull away from Mark's tight grip on his shirt.

Mark lets him go and walks away, walking into the kitchen.

Louis makes his way to his room and grabs a backpack, stuffing the most important things to him. He had barely anything. He grabbed a picture of him and his mum, then the rest was some shirts, underpants and joggers.

Louis wipes his tears and pulls out his phone, dialing Niall's number, biting his lip as he waits for him to answer.

He tries his line about 9 times, in result there is no answer.

His eyes paused at Harry's name, but he knew he couldn't call him, knowing that Harry probably hated him for cutting things off this morning.

"Louis, hurry the fuck up!" Mark shouts from downstairs, making Louis jump in surprise.

He puts his phone in his pocket and makes his way downstairs, hoping that Mark wouldn't do anything and that he would just allow him to leave.

Sadly, thats not how things go. Louis's hope is put to a halt when Mark grabs at his hair, bring scissors up with his other hand and snipping large portions of his hair off.

"No!" Louis screams, pushing the large man off of him, "Get off!" He adds, kneeing the man in the balls.

"You fucking twat!" Mark groans, doubling over in pain, doing his best to get back up, but Louis is already rushing out of the house, grabbing his Mum's bike and quickly peddling off.

-

Louis found himself at the local park about an hour later. It had started to rain and he was seated at a bus stop, crying his heart out.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice speaks, making Louis look up at the man with teary eyes.

Louis sniffles and nods, looking away from the man; who was stunning, he would've paid more attention to it if he wasn't in his current situation.

"Where are your parents?" He asks and Louis cries again, shaking his head.

"C'mon, I can't leave you out here alone." He says, tugging Louis up, "You can stay at my house tonight." He says softly, Louis nods, desperately wanting to just sleep and pretend this was all a dream.

Once they are in the car, the man turns up the heat a bit and starts to drive, glancing over at Louis, "What's your name?"

"Louis." He answers, voice quavering, "What is yours, sir?"

"Zayn." The man answers, making a turn down the street leading to the rich part of the neighborhood, "My husband should be at home by now, do you go to school?"

Louis nods, eyes flicking between the radio and Zayn's face, which was on the windshield view, "Yes,"

"Mr. Payne." He says and Louis nods knowingly, "Is he an awful teacher?"

"No." Louis says, "A bit strict, but a lot more friendly than the other teachers."

"He's amazing." Zayn says, a fond look in his eye. Louis smiles sadly, nodding as an answer. His heart hurt, because all he could think about was Harry.

He zones out for a few minutes before Zayn tells him that they have arrived to their house.

Once inside, Louis hears footsteps coming towards the door, "Baby, I missed- Louis?"

Louis looks at his reading teacher, who is dressed in some grey sweats that hung quite low, Louis aggressively tries to keep his eyes on Liam's face and his face only.

"Why are you here?" Liam asks, eyebrows furrowed in worry, eyeing the way Louis's hair was messed up and his jaw was bruised with a cut on it.

"Uh-"

"He was sitting in the park, looking upset." Zayn answers for him, "I saw him so I pulled over and went to help him."

Liam nods slowly, looking at Louis with utter pity; Louis wants to rip the look from his brain. He doesn't want pity.

"Okay, Zayn why don't you go feed the dog while I talk to Louis." Liam says, giving Zayn the 'I'll handle this' eyes. Louis doesn't miss it.

Zayn leaves and Liam leads Louis over to the couch, patting the place beside him, once Louis is sat down, Liam sighs heavily, "Louis, babe, what's going on?"

Louis swallows, looking down at his hands, "I'm sure you heard about the video." He says pursing his lips, seeing out of the corner of his eyes that Liam is nodding.

"Yeah, Mr. Styles asked me about it, I had already heard about it from a few students speaking too loud about it."

Louis bites his lip and nods, "Yeah, so Mr. Styles called my parents about it."

"He did?" Liam asks, furrowing his eyebrows, "Why would he do that? I mean, I just thought you guys had a thing."

"Yeah." Louis mumbles, "Had."

"Oh." Liam hums, "So, what happened when you got home today?"

Louis lifts his head and looks at Liam for a moment, trying to decide if he could trust him or not. He shakes his head, "I really don't wanna talk about it, right now."

"Okay, that's okay." Liam says softly, patting Louis's back, "What kind of Pizza do you like? I was just about to order some when you two showed up."

Louis smiles at the way Liam didn't force him into the subject, "Pepperoni."

"Sounds good, That's our favorite too."

Louis smiles and decides that he quite likes Mr. Payne. Anyone who gets him food is a friend to him.