Louis was happy.
He woke up to see Storm's beautiful face next to him.
He looked to his left hand, to his ring finger to be exact and there it was,
His ring.
His wedding ring.
Louis was happy when he walked into the pink room to wake up the little princess so he could get her ready for school.
He was happy when he went to work.
He was happy when he came home to his daughter and spouse.
He was happy when he looked himself in the mirror and was proud of what he saw.
He was happy when he went to sleep next to Storm, the person who made him see how pretty he was.
Made him realize that you don't need to be pretty on the outside as long as you're pretty on the inside.
He hoped everyone would know that.
He hoped everyone would know that he thought they were pretty.
End.
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PoetryPretty boys are pretty. Louis isn't pretty. ••• If you are reading this story on any other platform than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk from a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @-cyni...
