𝐱𝐢𝐯.

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darling

。゚•┈୨♡୧┈•゚。

"LOUIS? WHERE ARE WE GOING?" His hand was soft and intertwined with mine so perfectly. He was like the puzzle piece that I've been waiting to connect with my whole life. His grip was tight, as if, if he let go, I would simply fly away.

"Keep your eyes shut. Just for a moment more, darling." I could hear the little giggle slip between his lips— a giggle that I loved so much. He was the only person that made me feel sane here.

I felt my ankles touch a sharp blade of grass as we began to walk in deeper. I soon became knee deep in the green prickly grass. But soon enough, we reached a large clearing in the center. I could hear the birds chirp, and the sun seep through my closed eyes. Everything felt— perfect.

"You can open your eyes now." He whispered into my right ear as I felt a shiver trickle down my spine. It's insane how he could make me feel so many different ways just by talking to me.

I opened my eyes and it was even more beautiful than I imagined. The sky was blue, only a few white clouds in sight. We stood by a tall cliff, the bluest of blue ocean waves crashing into each other, and I could see the dolphins leap into the air in the distance.

I turned my head to stare into Louis' beautiful hazel eyes, his never leaving mine either. He stared down at me with a smirk held tightly onto his face. My cheeks were rosy, as my hand was still intertwined with his. Nothing could ever ruin this moment.

I held my head down, staring at our shoes that pointed directly at each other. I read multiple articles about how the direction of one's feet is a sign of them liking you. I giggled at the thought of it.

I looked back up, and there were suddenly groups of people in black uniforms, holding onto clear shields, and protected with black helmets. Protected? From who?

"Louis? Louis, what's happening?" I began to panic as they walked closer and closer. I repeatedly tapped his chest, his only answer being the smirk that never left his face.

"Iris, look around. These are only people that want to help you." Help me? What is he talking about?

"Help me from what?" My bottom lip trembled as I saw the dressed men, closing the distance around us.

"From yourself."

"I don't- I don't know what you mean, Louis." I clenched my shaky bottom lip between my teeth. The perfect evening was soon replaced with... a trap.

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