Rollercoaster

Louis

Louis is a morning person.

He would get up bright and early every single day just for the sake of it.

He would be up and ready on his first alarm, never feeling the urge to hit the snooze button, even on a Sunday. His bed must be made with such perfection that nobody should believe that a 21 year old reckless youngster once slept in it.

Only after a cold shower would breakfast find its way to the kitchen island, and it would usually consist of either a complicated smoothie with nuts and seeds and special vitamins, or shredded wheat with almond milk - there is no in between.

If he didn't have an early morning shift he would hit the gym and spend the entire time on the treadmill with his airpods in, refusing to listen to any other music apart from classical pieces by Mozart or Vivaldi and he would somehow find it motivating.

At 10 he would finish and have a quick second shower to wash off the disgusting smell of sweat before heading down to the library in town for his shifts. He worked there by organising returned books all day, occasionally having to check books out whenever Elizabeth took out another unregistered break.

There was something about working in a huge, top-class library in the middle of town that seemed made Louis feel a certain way.

Perhaps the fact everyone around is looking for the same thing, a quiet space to open up a book and fall inside; his type of people. Nobody walks up to him and randomly starts talking in search of a relationship or a new friendship. No, nobody liked to be disturbed in this library.

Louis liked it that way.

He wasn't the most social person, he preferred solitude over company, probably the reason why he lived alone. He didn't need a gazillion friends, his best mate was in London, and his family was up in Doncaster, he preferred solitude over four sisters screaming over nail polish and makeup or whatnot.

Being a smart-ass guy from some top uni meant focusing on studies, not on ladies. Sure, he liked to get drunk once in a while, but he wasn't the type to come home wasted with a random pretty stranger to dirty the sheets.

Of course, at the age of 17 he had discovered that women weren't exactly what he wanted, but still would find himself thrashed up in a hot girl's house every now and again.

Long story short, Louis' life was calm, sofisticated and systematic, everything goes how he wants it, and that will never change.

A/N what do u think?? This is my first ever fanfic on wattpad (for the record ive been on wattpad for ages but never bothered making an account and ive written a few fanfics but never rly showed them to anyone but my friends) and im hoping for a bit of publicity

Obviously i dont expect a billion reads a day but a few wud be nice also please comment and give ur opinions itll rly help with future chapters :)))))) <3