Sex Pistols

Naomi p.o.v.
I'm walking down the street, walking to Kylie's house, and I bump into someone. A man, with huge muscles, and his vains popping out of his head. He looks gross. Like he's been in a dumpster his whole life.

"Hey," he starts. "Whatcha got in that backpack of yours?"
"Nothing, why you asking?" I answer. He just tears it off and runs away.

"MY BACKPACK! SOMEONE CATCH HIM!" I shout very loudly. No one responds. They just stand there. They're little shits.

"HELLO?! A YOUNG GIRLS BACKPACK JUST GOT STOLEN! ANYONE GONNA DO ANYTHING?!" I shout again. "NO?! OK! FUCK YOU THEN!" I run after him, full speed, but stop. He's to far.
He suddenly falls over, with a small body on top. Well, small for him. I hear something coming from them, and the person gets up, and walks over to me, backpack in hand.

"Here," he says, handing me my backpack. He comes into sight, and I know exactly who it is.

"Louis? You helped me?" I ask.

"Yea, is that wrong?" He asks me.

"No, but I thought you hated me?" I say.

"I never said I hate you," he points out.

"Yeea, your right I guess," I say.

"Don't say that anymore please," he complains.

"What?" I ask, obviously knowing what it is.

"You know, that word?" He says.

"What word, there's a lot of words in the world," I point out.

"Nevermind. Let's go to Kylie's house," he gives in.

"Ok," I smile. We go to his car, and we drive to Kylie's house.

Louis p.o.v.

Yea, she's my partner. I know she Nialls sister, and he's gonna beat me for picking her, but she's a virgin, so I think this could be good. She also pretty, and has colored hair, and doesn't get angry easy, so, she's a good choice.

Notes

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~Naomi