Stockholm Syndrome Punk Louis Tomlinson

Demons Are Screaming.

☢Louis' POV☢
When I get home, I immediately try to walk quietly to my room. I need to just go unnoticed, maybe then I can survive the night.

Luckily, by the time I get home, it's 10:00 and everyone is asleep for the huge test tomorrow.

I bet your wondering where I was from 2:00-10:00.

Well, after Kali left the coffee shop I decided to get laid. It takes my mind off things I guess. Of course, it never means anything. I'm numb to feelings, anyway.

I decide to go to bed early. After I change into gray sweatpants and a black hoodie, I grab my notepad and climb into my king sized bed.

I may not look like a poet or even an artist, but those are the only things I'm good at besides football and drinking.

It doesn't take long before my pencil is gliding across the page with words following behind it.

" Tonight I am sad,
tonight I am lonely,
the demons are screaming,
and I need you to hold me."

I put down my pencil and look down at the small poem written across that big black piece of paper.

I can't help myself.

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An hour later, I look down at the drawing I drew underneath the small words.

I didn't even realize who I was drawing until I took it all in: Long brown hair, big brown eyes, soft skin, high cheekbones...

Kali.

I quickly shut my notepad and throw it across the room. Damn it. It can't be happening.

I'm not supposed to be capable of 'love'.

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Sorry, short update, but it's the Super Bowl ! GO PATS ! ❤️💙