A/n: Im starting to introduce characters so far, some untied ends but i'll get to them. I JUST WANT SMUT! . Next chapter definately. Im doing a character ask on my tumblr, .com , So feel free to ask any questions about the story :3. AND! I'll do a character ask also so you can ask Louis&Liam anything you want on my other blog .com

Louis stared down at the filthy laces of the boots Liam had lent him, smiling widely saying something along the lines, "C'mon city boy, the groceries arent gonna pick em selves."

Louis blinked a couple times fighting off sleepiness in his bones dragging himself to the rusted tools out in the garden. The boots added an extra 5 pounds to his small feet, the tounge of each boot flopping back and forth when ever he lifted his foot off the ground a centimeter. His sleep endused arms protested against the weight of the gardening tool heavy in his hands, he followed Liam's lead and bent over the grown out roots.

"Which ones do I pull out then," Louis asked staring dumbly at the roots pushing out from the mucky soil. Liam looked over at him pulling on some disturbingly pink flowering gloves chuckling softly as if he didnt look ridiculous. Only if you knew what was funny right now, liam. Liam pulled at a small root succesfully ripping out a riped carrot, he looked over to Louis as if that were enough of an explantion. "Well you twat?" Louis placed the small shoveling tool to the side figuring he wouldnt need it if they were going hands on.

"You're an arsehole, pick the darkest of the leaves," He announced demostrating again smoothing his fingertips over a dusty green tinted leaf shaking his head moving onto a slightly yellowing leaf. "Pull slowly as not to rip the stem that'll ruin the carrot." He spoke considerably slow, pinching his lower lip in between his teeth and grabbing the root pulling out a smaller than before carrot. He beamed tossing it in a small bucket tucked near his thigh as he continued his work, pushing Louis' hands away from unriped carrots. "After this we'll pick some grape tomatoes for the neighbor, drop off some horse-feed to , shovel the gravel cause those damned kids-"

Louis perked up at the word horse not bothering to listen to Liam ramble about some children shuffling his gravel, someone close by had horses. He wouldnt have to miss his current horse down in England when he could be prancing about with another.

Liam arised from his spot on the ground running his gloved hands over the dried dirt stains on his kneecaps, he effectively blocked the sun making it easier as Louis looked up at him. He looked older now with his hair shaved down making an apperance but keeping it simple, toned skin, and remarkable mucle tone that must've tooken years to get into such shape. Louis looked back down to his muddied hands and smiled, he did miss this place. "C'mon we have enough carrots," Liam moved onto the bushes alongside the house, isles and isles of bushes with different kinds of berries and tomatoes. Louis managed to pick 4 bruised tomatoes before he came to the conclution he was doing something wrong, maybe because his mind is else where with the idea of actually getting rid of his engery by riding some horse. It's silly he knows but there's just a bone-deep itch that's nagging Louis to just man-up and ask liam where he can go ride.

"Hey-"

"You wanna- oh i'm sorry go on," Louis turned slightly to see Liam's back still turned towards him as he continued to pick out certain berries occastionally eating one or two. Louis shakes his head sighing at how stupid he would sound asking to ride a horse when you've came here to stop and get away from work. He bit the inside of his cheek turning back around to face Liam's taller frame speaking to his back, until Liam got the hint and turned to face Louis also.

"No, you go first."

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to come down to the produce store with me," Liam paused fiddling around with a shriveled leaf off to his side, and smiling softly to himself. "I wanted to get something extra to get around." He chooses his words carefully as if he had planned this out in the silence Louis had been picking hiteous tomatoes. Louis shrugs anyway his mind keen on the idea of getting away from the house already after it's been only a week, but feels more like a year with the same old routine: wake up, work in the feild, eat, sleep, and repeat.

"What was it you were gonna say," Louis shook his head turning back around grabbing a particularlly red tomato, and smiling when he relized it wasnt bruised at all.

Liam opened the passenger door for Louis tapping the scuffed seat which streatched into the driver's seat making it all one seat, large enough for Louis to lie down in. He scuffed staring at the seat and back to Liam with a cocked eyebrow, "Liam arent you to young to drive?"

"My dad is the sheriff, Besides he's always let me drive Lassie whenever I want" Liam patted the seat more impatiently furrowing his brows and pulling a face as he waited for Louis to uncross his arms and get in the damned pick-up truck.

"Lassie?" Louis didnt budge immediatley uncrossing his arms and wiping his sweaty hands across his jean-clad thighs, pulling at the hem of his shirt to unstick it from his chest. "Yes Lassie, Louis come on, the market closes at 5. And The Peazer family need their tomatoes before then." Liam whined and finally Louis rolled his eyes and sat in the seat which sunk down under the weight of his bottom, jumping slightly when Liam slammed the door harshly. "It gets jammed." He said simply when Louis gave him an odd look and Liam was jogging around the back of the truck, tossing a large bag of horse feed in the back. He hopped into the driver's seat starting the engine and pulling off a bit too quickly. The tires made a screeching noise and Louis' back hit the seat when Liam halted to a stop at the corner of the dirt road. He stared intetnly through the window sheild frowning slightly when the traffic gaurd's hand stood raised at him letting most of the other traffic through.

"Shit Liam," Louis pulled the seatbelt over himself his eyes widening when Liam took off before the man even signalled for him to continue down the path. "Fucking hell slow down-"

"It closes in 10 minutes Lou, besides we're almost there." he whined taking his eyes off the road longer than necassary to look over to Louis with a devasted look most teens wear when they need something. He whipped the truck, Lassie around another corner nearly clipping the metal railing protecting the sidewalk, Louis clenched his seatbelt making sure to walk home rather than taking this trip back home.

"What's at the store anyway?!"

"Stuff." Louis huffed out a sigh when they finally halted across the way from a small produce shop, his eyes lingering on a sign perched in the wondow. Malik Store looking for help. Maybe he could help, rather then sitting around his child hood quietly revealing as much stress as you can with a quick wank. "You gonna get out, I can go in by myself." Liam said already out the car and walking across the street more like running into the door held open with a smsll wedge of wood. Louis' fingered the tight thread of his seatbelt undoing the clasp and struggling to push open the passenger door open, he gave up and crawled over the driver's seat and made his way out that side.

He walked over to the door notcing Liam was out of sight when he walked in. No one behind the counter, no one in the store at all. He frowned giving a once over finding a bent over frame not at all checking out the small perky bum in the process, knocking softly on the wood of the counter to earn a look from the person. A head full of light shaded brown curls turned around his round wide eyes landing on Louis who had gotten comfortable and leaned against the counter. He gave a glance down Louis' body shyly, turning back to his fruits not even giving Louis another moment of attention before Liam was walking out a door hidden behind a corner with a small carton of milk and a dark haired male with a sharp smile tapping Liam's bum cheekily. "Hurry up before Danielle knows you've ditched her for me," His voice was much lighter than Louis expecting but he quickly looked away when hazel eyes met his. "Hey Styles you finished? I have to lock up before Christmas." The boy turned at the name furrowing his brows and shaking his head tossling his curls to the side when Liam looked over to him also.

"I didnt even notice you Harry, sorry mate," Liam smiled switching the cart of milk to his other hand as he patted Harry's shoulder softly, "I have the horse feed in the truck." Harry shifted slightly against Liam intruding his space but he smiled back none the less. Louis watched the left side of Harry's lips pull up and a dimple poking it's self right in the middle of his cheek, shit who knew someone could look so good just standing there with fidgety fingers picking at the stems of fruits in his basket.

"Lassie," Louis corrected tapping his fingers against the counter and Liam turned to look over to Louis. "Lassie the truck…" Liam made a bewildered face when the man with sharp features cocked his head back laughing. "Was that a secret?"

"You must be Louis then," a pang of confidence hit Louis, that- Yeah this kid knew who he was. Liam talked about him to his friends and probably bragged about his skills on a horse. Louis nodded looking over to Harry to see his reaction to his name, he was looking back but turned to look at his basket full of fruits when someone was talking again. "Your accent gave you away, y'know english jockey. What brings you to a small town like Carlinson?"

"Missed the country a bit, besides down here you can drink as much whiskey as you want." He chuckled softly eyeing the back of Harry's head waiting for him to just to see a nod of agreement or a smile of laughter. Nothing. Kid must of heard funnier or didnt know who Louis must be. Now he does and maybe he can take appreciation into him like everyone else?

"You looking for a drink?" The man asked immediately cocking his eyebrow pointing to the back of his counter. "It's on the house since your cousin isnt being a whick today." He smiled walking behind the counter waving a medium sized flask of whiskey, grabbing two black bags to hide the bottle in. He slid it down the couter as Louis lifted it up to his chest nodding softly as to thank the man. This must be ? Wasnt he a bit young to own a whole store to himself, maybe his father owned the place but he was stuck keeping it spiffy. Louis' hand wrapped tighter around the neck of the flack wondering who he had to ask to get a job around here, eyeing the side of Zayn's face as Liam spoke.

"Well since you've met Zayn we can get goin'," Liam frowned looking over to Harry. "You want a ride home i dont wanna send you off carrying that huge bag home." Harry looked up at Liam shaking his head.

"No that's quite alright I dont want to get in trouble," And that was it Liam didnt quetion why he would not even a phase of confustion passed his face as he nodded. Liam moved away from the boy tossing a couple bills on the counter.

"Im not letting you carry it home, I'll drop it off at your house on my way back."

Louis looked up from his bowl of mashed carrots and chicken, his bed creaked under him as he shifted looking down at Liam who had abondaed his own bowl to stare at the ceiling. Atleast now he knew what the carrots were used for and not put to waste for all his hard labour.

"What was with that curly haired lad earlier, he was like really tense."

Liam didnt bother to look away from the ragety ceiling, pausing his day dream to answer Louis, "He's not very talkitive is all. His mum is like over religious and his dad.. passed a couple years ago. They own a small ranch by his house with like a full farm hidden in there…Why?"

"oh, well he sort of ignored me-" Louis shrugged putting his bowl to the floor to lie back on his bed, "He was kind of cute."

"He's 16 Louis!"

"So, i could teach him a few things," Louis laughed when Liam leaned up quickly gasping and tossing the pillow he had been lying on. It hit Louis shoulder and he propped himself up on his elbows to look down at Liam. Liam shook his head in dibelief groaning. He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes with mock disgust. "Im kidding Liam-"

"No you're not-"

"Okay so im not."

"You're a pedophile, im related to a pedo."

Louis threw his head back laughing but honestly all he wanted to do was ask more about Harry like where he lived, when could he ride his horses, and if he liked a bit of cock in his bum.

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