Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. APH is not mine
Warnings : Violence, some blood
Summary : Matthew meets Lars and gets into a dangerous situation because of him. Why did he fall for the wrong person?
The first chapter is very short, because I want to know if anyone's interested to read this. Should I write the next chapter? Leave a review and let me know please.
When Mathew enters the living room he's not surprised to see his brother Alfred surrounded by his friends ; Antonio and Arthur. But who is that other guy? A handsome young man with a dark blond and spiky haircut, wearing a nice button down shirt and dark blue pants. He seems to be tall.
"Mattie! I'm glad you're home" Alfred greets him smiling.
"Hey Alfred. Have we met before?" He points at the handsome stranger next to Arthur.
"No, we haven't." The tall man shakes his hand. "I'm Lars. Nice to meet you"
"Matthew. Nice to meet you too Lars" Lars returns to his seat and Matthew finds himself really curious about him.
"So Alfred, for how long have you been friends with Lars?"
"We're not friends, he needed my help that's all"
Matthew saw the slightly panicked look on Lars' face when his brother said he needed his help.
"Why did he need your help?"
"Mattie just mind your own business ok? You're too young for that"
"Fine" Matthew hops on the couch, watching Lars intently. He doesn't belong here, he's far too neatly dressed and he's not a loud mouth like Alfred and Arthur.
...
"I think I should be going" Lars is already putting on his coat. A beige trench coat that looks really stylish on him.
"Ok. Be careful" Alfred says, ignoring his little brother's confused look.
"I will"
Matthew follows him to the front door.
"Wait, where are you from? I like your accent"
Lars blushes slightly. " Thanks. I'm from the Netherlands"
He keeps looking around, like he's a little paranoid.
"You should go inside" He says, his deep voice sending shivers up to Mathew's spine.
"Eh.. ok. Maybe I'll see you again sometime. Bye"
"Bye"
What a strange type of person.. strange but also interesting
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Alfred would never give him any more information about Lars so he didn't even ask him. Why did Lars need his brother's help? That's what Matthew has been thinking about for the past few days. He looked so.. nervous, even a little scared. Did he get home safely?
"Alfred?"
"What is it Mattie?" Alfred's eating a hamburger while watching a stupid television show.
"Did you speak to Lars again, I mean after he left last Thursday?"
"No I didn't, why?"
"I don't know I'm just.. worried about him"
Alfred turns to him, suddenly forgetting about the television show.
"How can you be worried about a person you barely know? He's a grown man, he can take care of himself"
"If he can take care of himself, then why did he need your help?" Mathew snaps.
"Believe me, he's not the type of person he's pretending to be. So just forget about him ok? He brought this upon himself, I've warned him several times" Alfred turns back to the television but Mathew grabs his shoulders.
"Warned him about what? Is he in trouble?"
"Jeesh Mathew stop asking questions about him. Let's just say that he's doing business with the wrong people ok?"
"Ok" Mathew goes upstairs feeling unsatisfied. But Alfred's right, why is he interested in Lars? He doesn't even know him.
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Just when Mathew finally forgot about Lars after a week, someone's knocking on the door.
Mathew's home alone so he carefully opens the door a little, peering through the small opening. He's surprised to see Lars standing there and swings the door open. "Hello" He greets him.
"Eh hi, I need to talk to Alfred?"
There's a deep, bleeding cut on his forehead.
"Ehm he's not home, but please come in. You're bleeding"
"I'm fine" he says but comes in anyway. "I just had a little accident, bumped into something at home"
"Right" Mathew doesn't believe him at all but decides not to push the subject.
"Please sit down, you look a little pale" He offers him a chair.
Lars slumps down on it.
"let me clean the wound" Mathew takes a clean cloth and some alcohol to disinfect the cut. "No there's no need to - it's, it's nothing" Lars stammers but is getting paler by the second.
"Sshh, just relax"
The tall Dutchmen sighs deeply.
"I always faint when I see blood, it's stupid. Now I need help from a boy who's much younger than me."
"I'm not a boy! I mean.. I'm already seventeen"
Lars just smiles at him. "You're still a teenager"
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