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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Niall_Horan, Liam_Payne, Mark_Tomlinson,
      Ed_Sheeran, Nick_Grimshaw
  Additional Tags:
      Kidnapping, Infantilism, Age_Play, Stalking, Daddy_Kink, Dark, Other
      Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Non-Consensual_Spanking, Harry_Has_a_Daddy
      Kink, Baby_Louis, 1980s, Fluff_and_Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-03 Chapters: 1/? Words: 9659
****** Crib Cage ******
by The_Gardners_Cigarette
Summary
     In the hot summer of 1988, Louis Tomlinson was more than excited to
     go to footie summer camp; it was a great way to get away from his
     annoying family, his boring life in Doncaster and to top it all off,
     he gets to spend all summer doing what he wanted: playing football.
     Harry Styles has been a camp counselor/medical assistant for a few
     years, but he didn't apply to help kids play football, go swimming or
     teach campfire songs. No. He was looking for a boy to take and be his
     baby forever. He was about to give up until he met a boy with bright
     blue eyes.
Notes
     This fic will be one of my more darker fics. As much fun as it is to
     write fluffy age play fics (such as My Little Lou & Songbird Returns)
     I also find it thrilling and somewhat of a challange to write
     kidnapping fics.
     I understand there are consequences and risks to writing a dark fic
     so I would like a moment of your time to read this important note/
     warning.
     I (obviously) do NOT condone any of the actions taken place in this
     fic in real life. I do NOT condone kidnapping, forced infantilism or
     manipulation to be a part of every day life; people who do that shit
     deserve to be locked in a cell with the key thrown away.
     So before you waste your time writing a nasty comment about how
     fucked in the head I am for writing this fic, I would like to also
     say a lot of my fan fiction inspiration comes from binge watching
     C.S.I and Criminal Minds. (And a few ideas from the dark side of
     Tumblr). Also, hate comments will not be taken lightly here (or my
     other fics for that matter) and if I see one comment I dislike it
     will be deleted. With that being said, if you feel this fic will not
     be your cup of tea, then don't read.
     All tags and warnings above will not be visible for every chapter, I
     will give you guys warnings in the notes on which tags to be aware
     of.
     Thank you and have fun reading.
     Tags for this chapter include: Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping,
     Stalking, Slight Harassment and Creepiness.
See the end of the work for more notes
 
what a kick ass way to start of 2018
 
 
----
Summer, England, 1988
"Please form a single file line for registration at the front." A tall man
spoke into a microphone to the crowd of parents and their children. It was
officially the first day of summer camp for the excited children attending
WaterBrooke Camp, and for one boy in particular, Louis Tomlinson couldn't stop
bouncing on his heels. He had begged his Mother and Stepfather since September
the year before to enroll him to Water Brooke. Don't let the name fool you,
Water Brooke all boys camp was known for it's shimmering and beautiful lake to
swim in, but Louis was more elated on the Football activities they offered. He
had signed up to play every game available, much to his mother's concern.
 
"Are you sure that's all you want to do, Lou-Bear?" She asked. "Why didn't you
sign up to do swimming or nature hikes?"
 
Louis groaned, "I don't want to do anything else, mum!"
 
"Well, I just don't want you to be bored of playing footie all summer." Who was
she kidding? She knew all about her son's (slightly unhealthy) obsession with
the game. If Louis had his way, he'd do nothing but play footie every chance he
got. Well, this was his chance and he took it. Louis sighed, wondering when his
pestering mother and annoying sisters would leave. He hoped it would be soon.
Granted he wasn't the only one in the big crowd with little siblings, but he
didn't say anything for fear of looking immature. Louis, having turned fifteen
last December, didn't want to come off as childish. He was a "man" now. Men
don't need their mothers to hold their hands, or question why they wanted to
play footie all summer.
 
"Least I'm not in Doncaster where if I'm not playing footie I'm inside eating
junk food." Louis muttered.
 
"Hey-watch the tone young man," Walking towards their group carrying little
Daisy was Mark, Louis' Stepdad. Although Mark was his Stepfather, Louis
considered Mark to be his real father of his biological one. "Your mother and I
only want to make sure you don't bite off more than you can chew, Lou. And I
don't want a phone call in two weeks of you complaining how bored you are of
football."
 
Louis wanted to laugh. "Me? Bored of football? Never."
 
Johannah sighed. "If that's what you want, dear-"
 
"It is, Mum." Louis spoke when it was their family's turn at the registration
booth. Sitting there was a man with a bright smile and a quiff. Louis was
intimidated by him at first because the man's muscles stuck out like a sore
thumb. Louis' jaw dropped at how ripped this man was. Then he noticed he was
wearing a security lanyard; Louis bet no one would wanna mess with big muscles
in front of him.
 
The man greeted himself. "Hello. My name is Counselor Payne, but call me Liam.
Name please?"
 
"Tomlinson, Louis." Johannah spoke before Louis got the chance to. Liam began
lifting papers to find Louis' name before highlighting it.
 
"Got a bit of a Football obsession, eh?" Liam joked. Louis wanted to roll his
eyes. Was everyone going to bother him about that? Came Water Brooke was not
the first camp Louis wanted to attend. He wanted to first go to Adidas Sport;
but his mother and stepfather didn't have 6,000 pounds to pull out their asses.
Mark joked that he'd have to dip into Louis' UNI fund for that cash. Plus,
Johannah firmly said they wouldn't spend a single pound of that money towards
years of schooling just for Louis to blow it in one summer.
 
To answer Liam's question, Louis nodded. "I like footie."
 
"Don't worry. You're not the only one here. And," Liam said to Mark and
Johannah, "We'll make sure Louis does other activities while at Water Brooke.
All our campers are required to pass a swimming class and to take walks in our
nature trails and take some art classes."
 
Louis wouldn't mind any of that as long as he still got to do a majority of the
things he signed up for.
 
"Oooh, an art class? Louis, maybe you could-"
 
"No." Louis abruptly spoke, not even letting her finish her sentence or caring
about what she had to ask. Johannah frowned, but her attention was drawn away
when Phoebe whined to be picked up. Louis narrowed his eyes when he spotted
Lottie and Felicite talking to some unknown boy, trying to flirt with him as
much as twelve year olds could do. Louis certainly wouldn't miss that crap at
home. He smiled to himself thinking of all the quiet time he'd get away from
hearing one of the twins crying, or his sisters fighting or arguing with his
parents. Louis loved his family but these two months away from them will be the
escape he desperately needed.
 
"Alright." Liam smiled, "Hold out your hand, please."
 
To that, Liam stamped him with a red circle. Louis looked confused at first.
"That means you're on the Red Team."
 
"Red team?" Louis asked.
 
"Yeah, it's something our camp does. We have different color teams, which are
Red, Yellow, Blue and Green. At the end of the summer there's an apache relay
testing your skills you learned at camp and the winners get a trophy, a pizza
dinner and-" Liam paused for special effect, "the opportunity to camp out in
the woods. It's a whole lot of fun." Louis was highly interested in this. He
already knew he'd be sleeping in a cabin with other boys his age, but he had
never gone camping in the woods. He grinned, thanking Counselor Payne as the
man handed him his own Red lanyard with his name while his parents signed
waivers and payment information. When Louis was registered, Mark helped Louis
load his bags onto a bus.
 
Johannah was fighting back tears when the same man (Louis assumed was a Camp
Counselor too) announced it was time to load the busses.
 
"Goodbye, baby," his mother smiled. "Write to us often and if you want t come
home-"
 
"No!" Louis cracked a grin, jokingly. "Don't make me!"
 
Mark cocked his eyebrow and Louis shut his trap for Johnnah to continue. "Just
call us and we'll pick you up."
 
"Sure Mum." Louis gave her a big hug and then one to Mark. He kissed the twins
on the forehead, promising Daisy to bring her back a rock (she had a weird rock
collection started. Louis didn't question her motives). He warned his mother to
keep Lottie and Fizzy out of his room and promised to write after the first
week. Waving goodbye, Louis ran towards a Red Bus (he assumed that's where he
had to be) and waved out the bus window to his family along with everyone else.
Soon, the busses were filled with children and being driven off towards the
campsite ten miles down the road.
 
Louis had a feeling he'd be having the best summer ever.
 
 
Camp Water Brooke lived up to it's standards of beauty and color. When Louis
got off the bus, his first sight was the large, crystal lake shimmering in the
distance. They were on top of a hill, so they could see cabins below them,
along with large trees and a sandy race track. Louis' eyes traveled to a
football field and he wanted to squeal. This one looked nice with paint marks
and proper netting. Unlike the old and worn ones at his school.
"Everyone please grab your bags!" a Counselor from the Blue bus called
everyone's attention. Bags and names were being called out and Louis had to
squirm and fish for his bag. It was a black backpack with an Adidas logo.
However, once he pulled out the bag, he frowned seeing it had crisps crumbs all
over the front. Someone's bag on top of his had food falling out. Groaning,
Louis wiped away the mess. He was pissed, he spent his allowance on that bag.
"Oops, sorry 'bout that!" a voice called behind him. Turning, Louis saw a boy
with bleach blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a guitar case around his back.
"My Ma'm packed me a lunch and my zipper's broken" He explained, "I'm Niall.
Niall Horan." He held out his hand for Louis to shake. Louis figured he could
forgive the boy, it was an accident after all. Besides, Niall looked like a fun
and cool person to hang out with.
"I'm Louis Tomlinson." He shook Niall's hand.
"So where ya' from,Lewis?" Niall chuckled. Louis rolled his eyes. "I'm from
Doncaster, Neil."
Niall blurted in laughter before answering, "Awesome. I'm from Mullingar,
Ireland. I think my Ma'm only sent me here so her food bill wouldn't be so
high."
The hyper Irish lad, Niall, Louis found out, was an absolute ball to hang out
with. He was so energetic and his personality naturally drew people in. Louis
and Niall had followed their fellow Red Team members to their cabins to unpack.
Passing a large camp bilboard, Louis stopped when something caught his eye.
Among the flyers of camp signups and activities was a huge MISSING sign.
 
 
 
                                 Freddie Clark
                                    Age: 12
                                  Height: 5'5
                              Missing since 1977
     Any info or sightings of this young boy should be informed by police
                                  immediately
                                        
                                        

Louis blinked. Missing since then?
"Oi, Lou! Hurry!" Niall called to him. Louis ditched the poster to follow his
friend.
Their sleeping quarters were one room cabins with four bunk beds on each side
of the room and a spare bedroom for their counselors attached at the end. Their
cabins were clean with Water brooke pride triangle flags and a few british
flags hanging from the walls along with black and white photos of past members
and teammates. Louis secretly wondered if Liam was in any of the photos.
"Top bunk!" Niall shouted, tossing his crumb infested bag above a bed. Louis
personally didn't care where he slept, but he was glad to sleep next to a
window. Louis was starting to unpack when a knock at the door startled him.
"Red Team Campers!" a man with semi-curly hair and brown eyes entered the
cabin. "May I have your attention, please? My name is Nicholas Grimshaw, but
you can call me Counselor Nick. I will be in charge of this cabin for the next
eight weeks. I would like everyone to unpack their clothes and belongings-
nicely and neatly-before we go over ground rules and expectations. You all have
fifteen minutes."
Nick, in Louis' opinion, sounded a bit too professional and demanding and he
hoped Nick wasn't the stuck up, rule abiding freak.
"Hey, Louis, look." Niall snickered. Louis cocked his eyebrow before climbing
up Niall's bunk bed and he gasped, covering his mouth. Niall had found a hole
in the wall behind a camp poster where someone had left a pack of cigarettes
and a nudie magazine. The boys held a finger to their lips, promising to keep
their "treasure" a secret until they could investigate further. Louis and Niall
agreed to share the bunk's dresser, using their snacks as a barrier for their
clothes. Louis also promised to make sure nothing happened to Niall's guitar as
he slid the case under his bed.
After a while, Nick returned from packing his own things and gathered everyone
around. "Now, as standard procedure, I must inform you guys of the rules in
this cabin that I uphold. First rule is. . ."
Everyone was quiet.
"....there are no rules." Nick cracked a grin. All the boys in Louis' bunk
cheered with joy. However, Nick shot them down with the campground rules. He
pulled out a piece of paper from his jean pockets.
"I know you guys like hearing you don't have to do much in this cabin, but I do
have to inform you all that you must keep your bunks tidy and neat. Bullying
will not be tolerated under this roof, if you have problems with someone come
to me and we can solve them. Also, if at anytime you do not feel well or you
have an injury it must be reported so either I or someone else in charge can
assist you to our medical professional we have on camp."
Nick continued. "Camp curfew is nine and lights out at ten; if you're not in
your bunks by that time and I have to find you, you can bet you won't swim for
the entire stay. Mealtimes are at Eight, Noon and then dinner at Six, any food
allergies must be reported to me and our staff-which reminds me, who has asthma
or breathing problems?"
Niall and two other boys raised their hands.
"Okay and do you guys take medication?"
Louis tuned out Mr. Grimshaw. He respected the man, but he was too full of
energy to sit and have someone tell him rules. He wanted to yank out his
football and start kicking in the goals. Louis drifted from listening to Mr.
Grimshaw and staring at his shoelaces. "-follow the tail directly South and you
won't get lost in the woods." Nick smiled. "Now, let's head outside for the
welcoming bonfire."
Louis' ears perked up at the word bonfire and he happily followed his Teammates
out the door. He'd regret not listening to Nick, especially on that last part.
"Pass it, Tomlinson!" aboy called out to Louis who swiftly kicked it in his
teammate's direction, doing so allowed them to score another goal. The Red Team
cheered while the Yellow Team sighed in agony. With Louis Tomlinson, the Red
team dominated in football. They hadn't lost a game during the two weeks of
camp so far. Nick was far beyond impressed. He was almost doubting if Louis was
human on the football field. Not that Louis would brag openly about it, but he
was terrific. The boy had come to learn that Niall hadn't signed up for
football, opting for kayaking and other water sports, but Louis didn't mind.
He'd see Niall at lunch later today.
Louis had his eye focused on the ball, however, when he went to kick another
team member collided with him and caused both of them to fall abruptly to the
ground.
Nick blew he whistle and raced over to the two boys. "Louis, Trevor, are you
okay?" He asked.
"Y-yeah." Trevor said, turning to Louis he apologized. "Sorry Mate, was goin
too fast."
Louis kept his annoyance at minimum. "That's okay." When he stood up, Nick
winced glancing at Louis' knees and shins. During the fall, Louis managed to
scrape himself and muddy his camp shorts. Trevor had been lucky since he landed
on top of Louis. Nick pulled out a white note pad and began writing something.
"Louis, I'm pulling you out to go to the infirmary."
The teen's jaw dropped. Upset, he argued, "But its only a scape and it doesn't
even hurt!" Nick frowned and shook his head. "Sorry Louis, but you're bleeding
and I can't let that go unfortunately. Besides, there's only twenty minutes of
sports left before lunch, I'm sure you can sit this one game out."
Taking the note, Louis grumbled as he hurried towards the clinic. He had hoped
that if the nurse was quick enough, he could go back to playing football.
Louis had never been inside the camp clinic. He had never the need to. Niall
had been here once when he had an athsma attack in the middle of the night. The
clinic smelled like clean sheets and there was a large amount of sunlight
beaming in from the open windows. The door was wide open, allowing even more
fresh air inside. Inside the clinic were shelves stocked with medical bandages,
boxes housing band aids and tubes and bottles of percripted medication as well
as bunk bed a few feet away from a desk where a curly haired man sat typing
away on a type writer.
When the man glanced up, he had to use every ounce in his body to contain
himself.
"Um....uh..." Louis grew nervous. He always had a dislike for hospitals or
clinics; regardless if his mother worked in one as a nurse. They made the boy
uneasy. Seeing the tiny traces of blood driping from the boy's knees, the man
immediately stood up. Louis had to hold his breath. The man was so tall,
towering over him like a giant.
"Did you have a little stumble?" The man's voice was deep, but caring. Louis
nodded. "It's okay, come inside. I'll tend to you right away."
The tan boy was led to one of the bunks to sit at while curly began rummaging
through the shelves. "And what's your name, darling?"
Louis cringed at the name. Darling? What grown man calls another boy that?
"L-Louis Tomlinson."
"Fine name indeed....how did you fall, Louis?" Curly pestered, reaching for the
top shelf but Louis spotted a packet of needles and instantly whimpered. He was
glad none of his camp friends had been here to witness him blubber like a baby.
Louis hated needles. The man cooed at him. "Don't be afraid. That's just
insulin for another boy. Don't be frightened."
There was something oddly calming about the way this man spoke to Louis. The
tone of his voice was soothing, like a calm, deep ocean. Louis let out a breath
of relief when je was told he wouldn't be getting a shot. Though he wouldn't
know why, he only scraped his knees.
"Now. Louis, I'm going to put some peroxide on your scrapes, can you be a big
boy and grit your teeth for me?" The man asked, offering Louis a kind smile.
Once again, Louis was taken back by the choice of words the man gave him. What
did he mean by be a big boy? He was fifteen for fuck's sake! Still, Louis did
almost cry by glancing at needles. He also figured maybe some of the boys this
man (who he had yet to know the name of) had to deal with a bunch of cry
babies.
"Not a cry baby." Louis spoke.
"Never said you were. Now, grip the sheets and hold your breath." The man
dabbed gently at Louis' scrapes. The medicine didn't hurt at all. Louis was
pleased. While bandaging Louis up, the smaller boy grew the courage to ask,
"what's your name, sir?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners? My name is Harry Styles. But you can call
me Mr. Styles." For now.
The doctor smiled. "Louis, might I ask how you got this injury?" Harry suddenly
grew serious, like a worried parent and it made Louis gulp his anxiety. He
feared if he told Mr. Styles the truth the man would take him out of footie. He
didn't know if it was possible, it was only a scrape; though most prominant on
Mr. Styles' face was a frown identical to one his stepfather gave him many
times when he was upset or about to take away privileges.
"Oh, someone fell on me." It was a lame excuse, but it wasn't a lie. Harry
didn't seem convinced but told Louis to be more aware of his surroundings.
"Well, they're not deep scrapes, but I would reccomend you be more careful.
Understand?" With an arched brow directed at him, Louis promised he would. When
Harry was done patching Louis up, Louis thanked him and quickly ran out of the
clinic. Harry sort of freaked him out. Harry leaned against the doorway of his
clinic cabin with a broad smile on his face.
Louis rushed to the mess hall, not caring about playing football anymore. That
Harry Styles dude creeped him out. What was with the pet names? And why did he
look at him so fondly? Louis had to get a second opinion to make sure he wasn't
crazy. Spotting Niall, he tapped the boy on the shoulder. Niall turned, a
sandwich still in his mouth while his eyes widened looking at Louis' bandaged
knees.
"Wha aappn oo ou?" He asked with a mouth full of food.
"I fell. Hey, Niall, did that guy-Harry Styles, did he make you feel weird
too?" Louis hesitantly asked. Niall had been to the clinic more than he had, so
he probably interacted with Mr. Styles and knew how quirky and weird he was.
Plus, Niall never lied. He was a terrible liar, in fact. Louis sat down next to
Niall at the lunch table and waited for an answer.
Niall gulped his food and shook his head. "No. I mean.....I thought he was a
bit weird, but he never made me feel uncomfortable. Why do you ask?" Niall grew
concerned. The other blue eyed boy gazed at the ground. If Niall was telling
the truth, then he felt wrong for accusing Mr. Styles of possibly being a
creep. Maybe Mr. Styles was just a weird person by nature.
"It's nothing....nevermind."
Mr. Styles' weird antics never left Louis' mind. Ever since his trip to the
clinic, he had been spotting the man randomly around camp more recently. Just
the other day, Louis was leaving the nature trail with a few of his other Red
Teammates when he spotted Mr. Styles coming down a nature trail hill waving at
him before walking past him. The next time, he saw the man strode past him in
the mess hall with a bowl of salad. Louis knew Mr. Styles was a staff member at
Camp Water Brooke, but he found it odd that for the first two weeks he hadn't
seen the man at all and all of a sudden, after his first trip to the clinic,
he's everywhere.
Maybe he was in my view but I didn't know it was him. Louis lied to himself.
Currently, he was tossing and turning in his bunk. It was currently lights out
and going on eleven thirty, but Louis couldn't fall asleep. Normally Niall's
soft snoring could lull him, but not tonight. As of today, there was only three
weeks left of his precious summer vacation here at camp and he was dreading
going home back to his loud, annoying sisters, his pestering mother and stern
step-father. Mr. Styles' strange occurrences aside, he was having so much fun
here. Also, the Apache relay is next week and he couldn't wait to be in it. Mr.
Grimshaw had put him on the football team, knowing they'd win this year as they
had won every match since camp started. That, and Louis really wanted a trophy
and to go camping in the woods.
"Hey, Nick."
Louis' eyes widened.
"Oh, hey, Harry." Nick answered softly, as to not wake the campers. Nick didn't
usually fall asleep till eleven thirty; Louis was sure it was to make sure no
one snuck out of the cabin. "What's up?"
"A boy named Michael fell out of a tree earlier this morning and sprained his
ankle falling down. Other than that, it's been a quiet summer for me. Excited
for the Relay?"
Nick chuckled. "You know it. Got a Teammate, Louis Tomlinson, kid's an absolute
star at football. Haven't seen a kid play like that here in years, Hazza."
Louis whimpered when Nick mentioned his name. Though, he was sure Harry already
knew he was on the Red Team, he didn't have to know his bunk was here. A click
of the tongue snapped in the night and Harry answered, "Oh? Tomlinson. .
.that's right. He came into my office with some scraped knees. I've been
worried about him. Poor dear looked like he was mauled by a bear with those
scrapes. Fragile little boy, he is."
Their voices soon became more hushed as Nick closed the front door to the cabin
as to not disrupt any of the boys sleeping. However, Louis was sure he was in a
nightmare.
Why was Mr. Styles here?he asked himself. Did he know this was his cabin? A
chill had gone down Louis' spine and his gut was telling him not to trust Mr.
Styles. For reasons unknown. All he knew was he felt eyes watching him all
night and he hid under his blanket until Niall climbed down from his bunk
telling him breakfast was ready.
The day flew by for Louis. Thankfully, ever since the night Harry went to visit
Nick outside his cabin, he had not heard, nor seen from Mr. Styles. For that,
he was relieved. He had hoped maybe Mr. Styles was busy with other kids. Still,
today was pretty somber, as it was the last day of Free Swim in the blue lake
before the campers participating in the swimming section of the Apache Relay
would take it over for practice. Louis was a bit sad to hear that. As the pool
back in Doncaster was small and often over crowded; Louis enjoyed swimming here
where he could flop in the water and toss a beach ball, it was the next best
thing to do besides football.
The sun beamed down on Liam's sweaty forehead. Blowing a bright red whistle, he
rounded up a section of the Red Team. "Alright, everyone listen up! This is
your last day for free swim. I don't wanna see any horseplay or fighting!" Liam
glanced directly at two boys he had to haul out of the lake last week over a
fight between an inflatable beach ball. "So, let's make this last swim a fun
one, yeah? Tomlinson, Horan, go fetch the pool toys from the storage unit,
please. Bring back some pool noodles and a few beach balls."
The boys nodded before racing down the hill away from the lake where the
storage until was. The unit itself was locked, but there was normally a crate
full of beach toys to be used. Puzzled, they noticed a lock on the crate.
Normally it wasn't locked during swimming hours. Returning empty handed, Liam
gave them a confused look.
"Mr. Payne!" Niall called. "The crate is locked."
Liam cursed. "Uh. . .I think the lifeguard has the key. Louis, can you go ask
him for it?" Louis looked towards the white life guard tower. He approached
slowly and his eyes widened in fear seeing who sat atop the tower wearing short
yellow swim trucks and a pair of sunglasses over their eyes. Fate seemed to not
be on Louis' side as the teenager starred up at none other than Harry Styles.
The man was shirtless, revealing bird tattoos on his chest and a butterfly on
his stomach and loads more on his arms and shoulders Louis couldn't make out.
Louis' breathing quickened. He wanted to be as far away from Mr. Styles as
possible, but he couldn't tell Liam that he didn't have the key because "he was
afraid of Mr. Styles" that would make him look like a baby. Clearing his throat
to grab Mr. Style's attention, the man looked down, removing his black
sunglasses and smiled brightly.
"Louis, it's you! Hello."
"Hi. . ." Louis' monotone response was as bland as white bread. "Uh, I need the
key to the pool toys."
Harry chuckled, climbing down from the tower. Louis held out his hand to be
given the key, but Harry volunteered to walk him to the storage unit. Louis
scoffed. Either Mr. Styles didn't believe his request, or he wanted to be alone
with him. Louis was not going to allow the man to have the latter, so he held
back a smirk before shouting, "Niall! Mr. Styles is gonna' help us!" To Louis'
dismay, Harry hadn't seemed bothered at all that Niall had come to help. He was
sure the man would be livid, as he came off to be a total creep.
"How are your scrapes feeling?" Harry asked out of the blue as they carried the
toys back to the lake. Louis glanced down at his legs. His scrapes had healed
up and you couldn't even tell they were there.
"Uh, fine." Louis muttered. "Hey-Nialler, catch!" Louis tossed a beach ball in
time to hit Niall in the face before scampering off into the water with Niall
chasing him, laughing. Louis, Niall, and a few other boys began forming a
circle to toss around the yellow and red inflatable ball. Louis kept glancing
over at the lifeguard tower. He felt Harry's eyes constantly on his back and it
was bugging him. Salvation came his way when Niall begged Liam to join in on
their fun. Louis felt safer next to Coach Payne; an adult he respected far more
than Harry. However, Louis' fun was short livid as he accidentally tripped over
a rock at the bottom of the muddy lake and fell backwards a faint whistle blow
could be heard even under water. Thankfully, it was just shallow water and he
hadn't fallen that deep.
The teenager took in a deep breath when a strong pair of arms pulled him out of
the water and all eyes were (embarrassingly) on Louis. "Louis, are you
alright?" Liam asked surprised, but calm.
"Y-Yeah. M'fine," Louis coughed. "Let's keep playing" He ushered, tossing the
ball back into play.
Pfffttt! The red whistle blew again, halting all play once more. Louis groaned,
turning to look over his shoulder at Mr. Styles now on the sandy ground, waving
him over. He stood with his arms crossed and resembled all too much like a
stern parent. Liam nudged Louis on the arm. "You better go, bud. I think he
wants to speak to you."
No. No this can't be happening. "But I feel fine!" Louis insisted.
"Maybe, but he doesn't know that. Go on, we'll wait for you."
Louis grumbled something under his breath and watched, sadly, as his friends
and Mr. Payne tossed a ball around in the water under the warm summer sun. If
it weren't for the hot sand, Louis would be stomping. He had enough of Mr.
Style's pestering and it was annoying and creeping him out to no end. His chest
huffed and just as he was about to cop and attitude, Harry had surprised him
and knelt down to his height, running a hand over his forehead.
"Are you okay, Louis? Do you feel dizzy or woozy? You fell backwards."
The teen's mouth dropped. "uh....no. I feel fine." His courage left and was
replaced by an un-comfortableness he couldn't shake off. He had hoped none of
the boys behind him saw what Mr. Styles had done, this was embarrassing enough.
"Can I go now? They're waiting for me-"
"Louis, where did you learn how to swim?" Harry stood up straight, crossing his
arms again, but pushing the sunglasses out of his eyes to rest on top of his
curly hair.
Make up a lie. "Uh-last summer. I passed all the courses."
"Hm. . . " Harry seemed to be debating and it made Louis felt afraid. The way
Harry's intense green eyes were starring directly at him, was as if the man was
looking into his soul and reading all of his deep, dark secrets. "Either you
forgot or you weren't taught very well. Since it is the last day for swimming,
I think we have time for me to teach your how to properly swim."
The teen's jaw dropped. "What? No! I don't want you to!" He shouted, not caring
if anyone could hear. "I can swim just fine. And the water isn't that deep-"
"Mr. Tomlinson." Harry scolded, making Louis flinch. The man hadn't even
shouted but his voice was full of dominance that Louis shivered. Not even his
mother and step father could bark such a command without screaming. Gulping,
the smaller boy closed his mouth. Harry knelt down once again onto the sand,
not caring if his knee was burning. He was at Louis' height and he placed one
of his large hands on the boy's small, tan shoulder.
"I understand you want to go and play with the others, but it's my duty as the
fill in life guard to make sure everyone is safe while in the water. I can't do
that knowing you can't swim properly. I will tell Coach Payne I am taking you
over there-" he pointed to an area not far from the others, but still secluded-
"to teach you how to swim. You will comply with me, or I'll speak to Nick about
pulling you from the Apache Relay. Am I understood?"
Being taken out of the Apache Relay was the last thing Louis wanted to have
happened to him. He had been looking forward for this for almost a month now.
Though, he had his suspensions about Harry having the power to even pull him
from the sport and if he was wrong, he'd be damned if some lifeguard/camp nurse
would take it away from him because he had an "attitude".
"You can't do that!" He cried.
Cocking his eyebrow, Harry narrowed his eyes, challenging Louis to continue
speaking.
Huffing, Louis groaned. "Fine."
Harry smiled, whispering, "good boy." that sent a shiver down Louis' spine.
"Now. You wait here while I talk to Coach Payne. Don't move." With that, Harry
trotted over to Liam. Louis saw them speaking for a moment and Louis' hopes
were crushed when Harry handed him the red whistle and made his way back with a
smile. "Alright, Louis. I'll make sure you can swim. Wish you'd of said
something earlier, though."
Louis just wanted this "lesson" to be over and done with quickly so he could
get back to playing with the rest of the lads.
"Let's hurry up, I wanna go back to me mates." Louis crossed his arms, not
caring at all how impatient he sounded. Harry walked in front of him a bit
further into the water where it reached his waist. He deemed it deep enough
before holding out his arms.
"Alright, Lou-" Louis ringed at the nickname. No one called him that- "-I want
you to try and walk towards me. Walk the same way I did so you don't step on
any rocks." Harry smiled, opening his arms. The teenager groaned, doing just as
Mr. Styles said. Soon, he was right in front of the man who still had his arms
held out. Harry was a lot taller than Louis by a good few feet. Louis' head
came right up to Harry's chest. "Great! You did wonderful, now, we're going to
go a little bit farther but I'll be right there with you so don't get scared."
The boy went to roll his eyes but was taken back when Mr. Styles took a hold of
his arms and placed them around his neck. "Do not let go, Louis." Mr. Styles
firmly spoke as he began walking backwards. The blush on Louis' face started to
deepen and he dared to glance back at the other children, praying to god none
of them could see what was going on. Harry on the other hand, was pleased. And
as soon as they were in a part of the water that reached his belly button, he
reached around to grab Louis' feet in a kicking motion. Louis panicked, what in
the hell was Mr. Styles doing? It seemed that on top of being a creep, Harry
also was a mind reader and gently explained that he was teaching Louis how to
kick in the water.
Furious, Louis barked. "I already know how to kick!"
"That's great, sweetie. Can you show me?" Harry let go and Louis began kicking
on his own.
"There you see? Happy? Can I go now?" The teenager wanted to say he'd be glad
to show off his swimming skills and prove it by swimming as far and fast away
from Mr. Styles as possible
The lifeguard chuckled. "Not just yet, Lou, I want to run some drills-"
"Don't call me that!" Louis shouted. He immediately regretted doing that, as he
watched Harry's face transform from a happy face with a grin and glistening
eyes to that of a stern frown. Once again, the boy was reminded all too well of
that look. A look a parent gave their child if they were naughty or
misbehaving. Mr. Styles cleared his throat.
"If you're going to be defiant, than I know a naughty step stool where defiant
boys can sit for ten minutes and think about what they did and why what they
did was wrong." That was no light threat. Louis assumed he knew exactly what
step stool Harry was referring to, the ted step the lifeguards used to climb
down the towers. He'd be damned if he sat there while Harry sat above him,
watching him.
"You may not be happy with what I am doing for you, Louis, but I'm doing it
because I care. If I didn't, I'd let you drown and that's not who I am."
Wanting to protest more that he did in fact swim perfectly fine, Louis kept his
mouth shut. He was tired of arguing with Harry and prayed this ordeal would be
over. Because the second he the chance, he was calling is parents.
Harry, completely oblivious to Louis' discomfort chuckle softly. "Having fun,
yet, sweets? Don't be afraid, I won't let you drown."
Louis was blushing mad while following every command Mr. Styles told him, be it
moving his arms or kicking his legs. "You're doing great, Louis. Now, how about
we work on floating?"
"Mr. Styles." Louis whined. "I don't want to do this anymore, can I please go
back with my friends?" If he had to beg, he would. He wanted out of this
humiliating ordeal. Harry didn't seem impressed but sighed. It was obvious
Louis wasn't going to comply anymore and Mr. Styles got what he wanted anyway.
"Very well, but, I will escort you to shore."
Louis hid the smile on his face as he followed Mr. Styles to the beach, but as
he turned to run back and be with his friends, his stomach dropped seeing
everyone coming back to the shore with Coach Payne announcing it was time to
wash off the lake water and sand and head back to the cabins. Scowling, Louis
turned to glare up at Mr. Styles, who was once again sitting on the life guard
post with his sunglasses. Mr. Styles took notice of Louis and gave a smile and
a wave.
The boy bolted away, asking Mr. Payne to use the phone in the councelor's
office.
This Nurse Styles guy was a creep and Louis knew he had to tell an adult.
Phoning his parents, he bit his lip and toyed with the cord until his Dad
picked up.
"Hello?"
"Dad? It's Louis."
"Oh, hey Lou. How's camp going? In your last letter you said something about a
relay?" Mark sounded happy on the other end, but right now Louis couldn't give
two shits about the relay.
"Dad, you need to come get me!" Louis begged. When Mark questioned him, he
continued. "Because there's this guy, his name is Harry Styles, and he's
pissing me off!"
Mark sounded concerned. "Is he bullying you, Louis? Have you spoken to an
adult?"
"He is an adult, Dad! He's the nurse here. And today I was swimming with some
friends and he pulled me away just because he thought I wasn't doing it right
and-"
Louis' rant was interrupted by Mark. "Hang on. He pulled you away from
swimming? I thought you said he was bullying you?"
"Well, he's sorta doing thay. He said some bullshit about me drowning, Dad, but
I was fine!"
"Louis....listen. If he thought you needed a break or something, then he was
probably right. He's the adult and incharge of you while your Mum and I are
here." Mark spoke. "And you need to listen to adults, Louis. You're fifteen,
why am I telling you this?"
The teenager frantically shook his head. "No, Dad. It's not what you think, I
wanted to go swimming. Its the only chance I had to and he-"
"And who's fault was that? Your Mum and I told you to sign up for other
activities, Louis, and you didn't listen," Mark chastised. "And now you have to
suffer the consequences of your actions."
Louis wanted to cry. His Dad wasn't listening to him.
"Now, go on and have fun. You've only got a week left and then you can come
home, okay? And maybe try to learn from your mistakes, son."
Louis frowned, slamming the phone down. No adult at home would help him, then
one might listen to him here. Surly Harry's odd behavior was noticed by other
students or counselors. Then he recalled Mr. Grimshaw and Harry's conversation,
the man seemed close to Harry, maybe he could talk to him and tell him what was
happening.
Glancing around, Louis spotted Nick with some other kids laughing when he
approached him.
"Mr. Grimshaw, I need to talk to you!" Louis begged.
"Sure, Louis. What's wrong?" Nick asked, becoming worried at the desprate plea
of his student.
"Uh, family emergency and I need to talk to you-uh, alone, please." Nick nodded
and excused himself from the other boys. He folllwed Louis back to the cabin
and asked him what was wrong. Feeling guilty about having said a lie, Louis
first confessed. "Sorry to have pulled you away like that, Mr. Grimshaw, but
its not a family emergency, but still urgent."
Nick grew confused but let Louis continue talking.
"It's about Nurse Styles. I think he's.....I don't think he's right." Louis
confessed. He told Nick about everything, from meeting Harry and the odd vibe
he gave off and about this afternoon at the Lake.
"And then, he pulled me over to teach me how to swim, but I already do and-"
Nick held up a hand. "I've heard enough." Louis shrank back, the man didn't
sound pleased.
"Louis, what you are doing isn't funny. Lying to me about having an emergency
and then you want to blame it on Mr. Styles? I'll have you knkw that I am a
very good friend of Harry's and while he may be odd, he is certainly the last
person to do anything awful."
"He freaks me out! He makes me uncomfortable." Louis cried.
"What are you insinuating?" Nick gravely asked. His tone dark and furious. "Are
you trying to say he's some sort of child molester?"
Louis couldn't believe it. No one was believing him. Not his parents, not his
friends, now other adults. Louis opened his mouth to speak again when Mr.
Grinshaw pointed to the cabins. "You are dismissed for the evening Louis. This
is a serious accusation and I will not tolerate it."
The teenager felt his bottom lip tremble. "But-but he-"
"Now!"
Embarrassed and upset, Louis did as he was told and went to the cabin, Nick
following insuit.
"What you are saying is false, Louis. And I will not allow you to disrespect
Mr. Styles like that. I'll bring you dinner, but you're not to join your
bunkmates for the campfire tonight, and if you do something like this again,
I'll pull you out of the relay. Do I make myself clear?"
Sitting on his bunk, Louis didn't reply. Nick left and there Louis shed his
tears.
He thought things couldn't get any worse.
 
 
                                      ●●●
 
 
 
During the next two weeks, Louis heeded Mr. Grimshaw's advice and didn't say a
word to or about Harry Styles. In fact, he was starting to run into the man
less frequently than before (which was good for him). Louis made sure to never
stray too far from his friends, especially Niall. Speaking of which, the blonde
grew concerned for his friend.
 
 
 
"You okay, Louis? You've been quiet for a few days."
 
 
 
Louis hadn't been his loud, happy self. He was....distant. Louis was running
out of excuses and went with the old "I feel homesick". And he was. He did miss
his family, but was more annoyed by the fact that his summer was ruined by Mr.
Styles. He hopes he never sees the creepy man ever again.
 
 
 
"Just miss me sisters is all."
 
 
 
Niall nodded, "Well, cheer up. Its the relay today. You're gonna win the
matches for sure." Niall wrapped an arm around his friend's shoulder. "I wanna
play, but my bad knee is fuckin killin me."
 
 
 
Louis smirked. "Don't worry, Nialler. You could always start a cheerleading
team."
 
 
 
"Haha, sure, lemmie go get my mini skirt."
 
 
 
When they arrived, everyone else from camp and some parents were in the field
where the relay would take place. Louis felt a bit sad his family couldn't make
it, Mark was called into work and his mother wasn't sure the twins would be
able to handle the drive like last time, so they had to cancel the trip. But
they promised his choice of fast food on the way back and Louis knew he'd have
a ten piece chicken meal to himself, so he was content.
 
 
 
For now, he sat with Niall and his family. Maura was a kind woman and Bobby was
funny. Greg was sorta of stuck up as Niall had described, but his wife was
lovely and even had a baby, Theo, Niall's nephew, he gushed about.
 
 
 
"Oh, Theo-Mio, got yer nosie!" Niall cooed, poking the toddler's face, making
the child giggle and snicker. Louis grinned. He missed the twins and when he
got home, he would try to play with them a lot more. They'd be going intk
Daycare soon and he wanted to spend a lot of time before he had to head off to
his last year.
 
 
 
First off was the welcome for the parents and introduction, after that would be
the track and field unit before the water sports. Louis wasn't set to play till
the very end. It would be a whole two hours, but he was excited to see everyone
else compete.
 
 
 
Before halftime, Louis excused himself to use the loo. The bathrooms weren't
too far to hear the megaphone announcer, but you couldn't see the games. Louis
tried listening as best he could while weeing.
 
 
 
He washed his hands and went to leave but bumped into the back of an adult.
 
 
 
"Whoops, sorry-"
 
 
 
He paled.
 
 
 
"No harm done, Louis," Harry beamed. "And good for you using the bathroom when
needed. It would be terrible if you had an accident out there in the hot sun,
good way to get a rash."
 
 
 
The teenager scowled. "Don't know what you're talking about, mate. Haven't had
an accident since I was two. I am toilet trained."
 
 
 
Louis pushed his way out, waking away when he heard Harry spoke once more.
 
 
 
"I hope you win the match, Louis. I hear the prize campout in the woods is
fun." Harry smirked before entering the restroom. Louis frowned before gasping.
Somehow, he knew Harry was implying that he too would be attending the campout.
Louis had to get out of the game. For as fun as playing footie was, he would
rather loose the game, or drop out and let his teammate fail then have to spend
the night anywhere neer Mr. Styles. Rushing back to the game, he knew Mr.
Grimshaw wasn't happy with him as of late so he tried to look for Coach Payne.
 
 
 
He spotted the man neer the water setting up for the swimmers. Rushing to the
man, he said, "Coach Payne. I don't feel good."
 
 
 
Liam frowned. "Do you need the nurse, Louis?"
 
 
 
"Uh, no, it's something I ate. Me stomach is churnin' ya know?"
 
 
 
Liam winced and bit his lip. "Well, has going made you feel any better?" Louis
shook his head 'No' and Liam sighed. "I tell you what, your match starts in an
hour, in forty minutes come find me and keep me updates, if you still don't
feel well enough to play then I'll pull you from the match. It's such a pity
too. You're our best player."
 
 
 
There's nothing more I want to do then play too, Mr. Payne. I'm so sorry.
 
 
 
The creep Harry had officially ruined his summer.
 
 
 
●●●
 
 
 
While the rest of the crowd cheered, Louis watched in horror as his team ended
up winning. Apparently his team decided now to use teamwork and show off how
much their practice payed off. It was as if they didn't even need Louis to win.
 
 
 
Niall screamed with delight and patted Louis on the back. "We won mate, we won!
We can go on that prize campout in the woods!" While Niall chatted with his
family, overjoyed at the win, Louis sat still, faking a smile. Dread filled his
stomach.
 
 
 
A night in the woods meant a night sleeping with Harry. He'd much rather sleep
in a cabin with a locked door than in a tent where the man would easily unzip
his tent and grab him.
 
 
 
No.He told himself. Mr, Styles wouldn't do that while others were around.
 
 
 
He would be safe.
 
 
 
Then why didn't he feel that way?
 
 
 
●●●
 
 
 
"Alright everyone, five minutes till we head out!" Nick called to the bunk.
Everyone was packing an overnight back and was responsible for carrying a camp
pop-up tent. Louis was ready to go, but he didn't want to attend. He sulked on
his bunk as his friends chatted to themselves. Niall was more than concered for
Louis. His friend had changed since he met him on the first day of camp and he
didn't know how to help him.
 
 
 
"Louis, you've been acting strange for a while, are you sure nothing is wrong?"
 
 
 
"I'm fine, Niall. I just have an upset stomach." He lied.
 
 
 
"Lou, don't give me that shit, somethings wrong. Is there something halpening
at home?" Niall feared the worst when Louis didn't reply.
 
 
 
"Okay, let's head out!" Nick called, interrupting their conversation. Everyone
picked up their bags and tents. Now, it was the journey ahead into the
wilderness.
 
 
 
The hike itself, while a bit intense, was equally beautiful. Niall was snapping
pic after pic with his camera while Louis took in the breath taking wilderness.
They even stopped to see a family of deer grazing on wild berries and a few
campers found other animals like bunnies and foxes. One boy shriked what a milk
snake slithered across his toes but other than that it was pretty uneventful.
 
 
 
Louis glanced behind him. Mr. Styles smiled warmly, waving at him from the rear
of the line.
 
 
 
Camp leaders, Coach Payne, Nick Grimshaw and nurse Harry Styles would all be
supervising the trip. Louis kept as far away from Harry as possible, but when
it came time to stop at the campground area and start pitching tents, Nick put
everyone in three groups and Louis was in Harry's. Lol
 
 
 
Harry, to Louis' surprise, didn't bother him once. While Niall and Louis and
another boy named Luke set up their tents, Harry only observed quietly before
walking away to help another group of lads.
 
 
 
It's the last day. I can last one day.
 
 
 
"Let's put the rain cover on." Louis said.
 
 
 
"I thought it wasn't going to rain. That's what Mr. Payne said."
 
 
 
Louis didn't want Harry watching him while he slept. (He seemed like the creep
to do that.) So he tried making up any excuse he could. "Well, I don't want
birds shittin' on me while I'm sleepin." Louis yabked the rain cover away from
Luke before setting it up. Niall frowned.
 
 
 
"Let's get something to eat. Coach Payne has sausages roasting."
 
 
 
Even though he wasn't hungry, Louis participated in roasting the food as to not
raise suspension. When the smores broke out, Coach Payne decided now was the
perfect time for a ghost story. All the boys (Louis included) listened
carefully.
 
 
 
"It happened actually before any of the current staff worked here. I've only
been here two years, personally. Oi, Nick, how long you been here?"
 
 
 
Nick smiled. "Going on 6 years."
 
 
 
"Harry?" Liam called.
 
 
 
Harry smiled. "Imactually went to this camp as a young boy. I started
volunteering as a Counselor but went into the medical field. This will be my
tenth year."
 
 
 
Louis blinked. How old was this guy? Liam continued with his story, " but all
of us are told on our first day about it," Liam sent a wink to Nick who
snickered. "Do you guys know why us adults have to travel into the woods with
you all?"
 
 
 
One boy raised his hand "so another kid doesn't cry because he saw a snake?"
 
 
 
"Shut up, Bill!"
 
 
 
Liam shook his head. "Nope. It's to scare off The Wanderer."
 
 
 
"Who's that?" Niall asked.
 
 
 
"No one knows who He, She, or what It is, all we know is around ten years ago
when the camp was built, the first relay race was won by a team and back then,
the reward was the same: a night out in these woods." Liam folded his arms,
leaning in closer to the fire before he spoke again, "alone."
 
 
 
Luke snorted, "So what? We're only sleeping in tents and we only walked ten
miles from camp."
 
 
 
"Ten miles seems farther in the dark, lad. Especially when you have no idea
where you're headed. Now let me finish. The first team set up camp and got
ready to sleep when one boy, his name was Freddie Clark, went missing."
 
 
 
Freddie.That name sounded familiar to Louis. Seeing out of the corner of his
eye, the blue eyed boy spotted Harry cleaning up not far from the camp. He
hummed while picking up paper napkins and other trash that fell out of a garbag
can that tipped over.
 
 
 
"Now, Freddie had a knack of wandering off sometimes to explore or look for
treasure, I don't know, the kid walked everywhere."
 
 
 
The rest of the kids snickered.
 
 
 
Liam continued, "So all the team members went out to look for him. They thought
maybe he had forgotten something and went back to camp so they left the woods
to alert and adult. A search party was called and the camp out was called off."
 
 
 
Niall shivered when the wind blew.
 
 
 
"The next morning all the boys woke up thinking Freddie would be in his bunk
and they'd be taking the piss with him later, but no. He still wasn't there."
 
 
 
"Where did he go?" Niall asked.
 
 
 
Harry tied the garbage bag and turned to walk to his tent, a few tents away
from Luke, Niall and Louis'. Louis kept his eyes on the nurse.
 
 
 
Liam smirked. "No one knows, Niall. That's why they call him The Wanderer.
However, claims of seeing a little boy in these woods haven't been heard of.
But what was funny was all of Freddie's belongings were with them. Everything
but...."
 
 
 
"But what?" Louis asked.
 
 
 
"His shoes." Liam shrugged. "But basically that's why we are here."
 
 
 
A few kids claimed the story wasn't scary at all and were upset of being told
to head to bed, as they would have to wake early to head back to camp. Louis
shivered, but not from the cold.
 
 
 
●●●
 
 
 
Around the middle of the night, Louis couldn't sleep. No matter how much he
tossed and turned, he couldn't fall back to sleep. Knowing he lay only a few
feet away from the creep himself, was enough to keep him awake. He didn't care
about his reputation, he had half a mind to crawl into Coach Payne's tent and
ask to sleep with him.
 
 
 
The sound of a branch snapping not far from his tent startled him.
 
 
 
Just an animal.He lied to himself.
 
 
 
Another snap a minute later had him crawling deeper into his sleeping back and
closing his eyes tightly. Go away, go away, go away!
 
 
 
The noises stopped and the world was deathly quiet. His body betrayed him and
as a minutes dragged on, his bladder became heavier and soon he couldn't take
it. He had to go. Coach Payne was three tents down, he would go wake him up and
say he needed help; perhaps give a weak lie that his flashlight batteries
didn't work. Yeah, that's it.
 
 
 
As quietly as he could, he unzipped the tent door, crawled out and grabbed his
flashlight and a toilet paper roll. Coach Payne was right, the woods did look
bigger, scarier and overall different. He dared to glance back at Harry's tent
next to his. No light or noise came from the inside. He must be a light
sleeper.Louis assumed. He didn't want to belive the voice in he back of his
head warning him that Harry wasn't in the tent.
 
 
 
He was out there. In the dark. Watching. Waiting.
 
 
 
Shivering, Louis jerked the zipper on Coach Payne's tent down and whispered.
"Coach.....Coach Payne?"
 
 
 
Mumbling nonsence before going back to sleep, Louis knew the man wouldn't wake
and snagged his flashlight. The longer he waited, the more desprate he became.
He had to go bad and it was either find a tree or wet his pants. Louis was NOT
going to be the kid who wet his pants at 15, he'd be damned if that happened.
 
 
 
He roamed around, pointing his flashlight down in search of poison ivy or
spiders, or even worse, snakes (though he had yet to see one).
 
 
 
He made sure to not stray too far from camp and found a tree far enough for
privacy, but still close enough to where he could see the tents. Pulling his
trousers and pants down just for a brief moment to whip out his willy, he
relieved himsef. It was a good while before he stopped too (he blamed the three
cans of soda Niall dared him to chugg) and just as he went to pull up his
pants, a strong hand and wet cloth smacked at his face and nose. Louis' muffled
screams were not helping, neither was his struggling.
 
 
 
Soon, everything around him went silent and still and he passed out in Harry's
waiting arms.
 
End Notes
     I have been working on this for WEEKS and I'm amazed this is over 10K
     words (not including both notes). I have no idea how long the updates
     will be for this fic, but don't expect a weekly update. I hope
     everyone liked this first chapter as I thought it was different from
     all the other ageplay fics and I hadn't read one quite like it.
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