[Heads up, The following chapters will be Louis' Point of view. Some Harry's but mostly Louis' and maybe some other characters]
Love
A funny emotion, indeed. Why do you ask? Let's just say I've been there. But let's not sugar coat this nonsense. Cause this is life. This is the real world. This is not some fairy tale shit about a girl being depressed and a guy 'fixing' the girl and they live happily ever after. Or some new nerdy girl and a jock guy who at first hated each other and then fall in love afterwards. That's not how it works! I mean if you're lucky but not everyday that happens. What's even more funny is how people complain being hurt if they fall in love. News flash honey that's the point. Love got the whole package!
And there's one more thing that's more fucked up like love.
Society
Now that's atrocious. That's something that nothing can control. Like a rogue wolf, uncontrollable. Yet cryptic and a pinch of greed. Greed of power that doesn't even exist. Society is just something that may or may not be right for you. There's good things and bad things. It's balance. But let's start what's society is up for us today. What's our latest gossip? Homosexuality
Now that's something great mentioning. People react it so many ways, some fine with it, while others repulse. That's why many teens dissembled themselves, fear in their eyes as they watch their friends and families reaction. Would they be seen differently? Or they would think that it's just a phase. That it won't last. That they're just sick. Well I'm sick of everything.
I'm sick of trying to be accomplished
I'm sick of being someone I'm not
I'm sick of thinking that this would all end
I'm just sick of being sick
And I'm sick walking around this empty park at nearly midnight. Why am I even here? I mess my hair a bit and tighten the black jacket hugging my upper body. Shivering from how cold the air is. The leafs dancing in the air. The swings slowly moving from the strong wind blowing. And my face turning into a tomato if I didn't go home because of how cold this night is, seriously why am I even here at the park, nearly midnight and thinking about what love is and how fucked up society is?
I passed an old woman wearing a pitch black robe from top to bottom, her brunette hair flowing from her back cause of the light wind going to through her. I can't see her face so I just ignore it. I thought that this park was empty, guess not. I continue my walking, letting my feet have a mind of their own as they moved forward to a destination. And the destination is a big old tree. I sat my bum down, feeling the green grass slightly wet. And looked around the surroundings. If it was near sunrise this would be a wonderful serene. I was about to close my eyes when I feel like someone is watching me. Staring at every move I make. I straighten my posture and look the surroundings again, making sure that I'm the only one here. I'm just paranoid and stupid. I chuckled to myself but then it happened.
A book fell down the tree
Making me yell a manly scream. My hand was on my chest, near my heart. Feeling the heartbeat quickens but then slowly goes back to its original pace. I looked down at the book that scared the living shit out of me. It looks Gothic like. Or I think it's looks like it. It's color is dark red, like the blood. And the edges was black, so black that you think you can't see it. I was about to grab it but the unexpected happened. It started to rain-... Blood?
"What's happening?" I was confused and scared at the same time. Confused of everything and scared of the rain and the book. Good thing I'm protected by the leafs of the big old tree or else I'll be drench of red thick liquid that tasted metallic. I grabbed the book off the grass and stared at it. It's looks like its mocking me. Mocking me of what? That I'm scared? That I'm alone? That I'm still trying? That I'm still thinki-
My mind was cut off by someone calling. Calling for what? This is getting all cryptically insane. Questioning everything is the only thing blowing in my mind. I lean on the tree, waiting for another call. But the only thing you'll hear is the thick red drops of blood going down and splashing on the solid pathway. But then I hear it, the voice again. More loud and clear.
"please help"
"I don't want this"
"Leave me alone!"
The voice was getting louder and louder like its making my ears bleed. And it does happened. My ears started to bleed from all the noise. And it seems that the rain of blood is getting wilder and stronger. The wind blowing everything it hits. I put my hand on my ear and saw the blood.
Saw the small figure
Saw the curly hair
Saw the green eyes
Then saw the darkness
"Louis wake up!" I jolted awake from the dream. Wait, a dream? It was only a dream. A weird and scary dream. I let out a sigh and look at the person who woke me up. Brown puppy eyes, small stumble going on, brown hair on a quiff, all muscles. Liam James Payne. My best friend. A worried look plastered on his face making me groan. Him and his worry self. I check the time on my left, eleven twenty four in the morning. Almost noon. I guess I over slept. I sit up and then my head starts aching like crazy. I muttered some colorful words here and there, as I hear Liam chuckled next to me. I almost forgot that his here. He keeps asking me if I'm alright but I just wave him off, signaling for him to leave my room. Even if we share a flat I still want him out of my safe heaven. When he is finally out I stand up, only wearing some black boxer briefs. As I stare at it I remember the dream, the book.
I shook my head letting the dream aside, it's just a dream. A stupid yet scary dream. I laughed at my silliness and start dressing myself. Didn't know what kind of dish is going to served me, I don't know if I'm gonna like it or not.
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Fanfiction"Falling In Love With A Flower Boy" Where Harry loves wearing flower crowns and Louis instantly fell. but more darker.
