They say love can drive you crazy, my dear

two

                                                                             The beginning

I look in the mirror, quickly fix my hair, put on my boxers, my sweatpants and a random T-shirt I find on the floor and I open the door. I realize that I have left my phone on the table so I go back, grab it, take a last sip of my tequila and run down the stairs. I don't have a car so I get on my bike and almost fall over. I shouldn't have drunk so much. It is already dark outside, the only sources of light are the lampposts on the streets.

I ride my bike as fast as I can because the speed and the cold air clear my mind. I haven't got this drunk since my graduation. I am trying to sober up and enjoy the sight of the dark, empty streets when I see a sudden flash of light on my right and the next thing I realize is that I almost got hit by a car. My brain stops working, the blood in my veins runs cold and I start processing the fact that I almost died.

A tall man gets out of the car and he looks me in the eyes. 

"Hey man, are you okay?"

"Yes, I am fine, thank you, I didn't get hurt," I reply.

And then, I meet Harry Edward Styles for the first time. He is sitting on the passenger's seat but gets out of the car when he notices that I am talking to his father. He has dark brown, curly hair, he is tall and as far as I can tell, his eyes look just like his father's. He has a terrified look on his face. He asks me if I need anything but I am not able to respond because I get so lost in his beautiful emerald eyes. But the boy walks away and gets back in the car. So I sit down on the sidewalk and keep telling the father that it was my fault and they can leave. So they leave me alone with my thoughts on the dark street and I stand up, grab my bycicle and try to find the way home.

I get home at around midnight and I immediately call my friend, Liam. He is my most loyal and basically only friend.

" What's up? Is something wrong?" he asks.

" No. I mean, yes. Why is it so hard to be a gay man? Just please, tell me. I mean, it's just so hard to find someone for myself."

" Are you drunk, Louis?"

" Maybe, but that's really not the point."

" Okay, I know you, Lou so now you need to get some sleep. And don't let those dark thoughts make you feel bad. You will find someone, don't worry. I think you just need to be... patient."

" But you know that I am not patient, Liam!"

" You should at least try."

" Ah, I'm sick of your suggestions, mate. I really gotta go now. Oh, and tonight I almost got hit by a car. G'night."

" Wait, wha-," Liam tries to respond but I hang up.

I start searching for a pill in my bag and when I find it, I put it in my mouth and swallow it. I take off my clothes, walk to the bathroom and take a really long, cold and refreshing shower. I take a look at myself in the mirror. I look like a zombie so I turn off the lights, lie down in my bed and start dreaming about dark brown curls and emerald eyes.