To Capture A Heart

C H A P T E R 1

So, my name is Trinity, and I'm the author. So I did alot of research on the signs, attitudes, and other aspects of addictions; however, I'm only 16 years old and this is my first book, so it might not be that good. Also, in the first chapter, you get to know louis a little bit. And I'm trying to not to rush things. The relationship of Louis and Harry will be slow but worth it.

This book also includes swearing, drugs addiction, feelings of isolation, and MXM. The age gap between Harry and Louis is 4 years apart, but Harry is still basically grown. Please don't read if any of these stuff cause you problems or triggers. but anyways, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of "Capture a Heart" Love you all 🖤

LOUIS POV:

I was bored out of my mind as I sat on my sofa. Today was my day off from work, but I didn't have anything planned. On my days off, I prefer to be lazy and sleep. Or walk outside just to get some fresh air. Some may find this tedious, but it is actually really relaxing. You have time to collect your thoughts, look at the beautiful scenery of nature. Observe the children as they play without a care in the world. When I breathe in, the pure air relaxes me. It's very peaceful.

I should probably ask Zayn if he wants to hang out today, but I'm pretty sure he's with Gigi. Zayn and his girlfriend are like magnets; they've been clinging to each other since they began dating. I've never seen Zayn behave like this with a girl before. Perhaps it's because he hasn't dated in quite some time.

But it doesn't bother me; I'm happy for him and wish him nothing but the best. He's one of my best friends, and I'm happy to see him with someone who cares for him.

But deep down I know I fear of losing him. To even think such a thought makes me feel self-centered.. But I get lonely at times, and the prospect of losing Zayn makes me nervous.

I'm 24, and people my age go out drinking, go clubbing, and have fun with their friends. Unfortunately, I don't live up to those expectations; instead, I isolate myself in my home . I've never been the sort to engage in traditional "young adult" activities such as smoking or getting laid every night. When you spend the majority of your childhood alone, it's natural to feel cut off from the rest of the world.

Growing up, I was a shy kid who struggled to make friends at school. People didn't even notice me because they were too preoccupied with their friends to notice the kid in the back.Who was afraid to lift his hand, stutter while speaking, and bemoan the fact that other children his age had someone to talk to. Someone they could rely on and who made them feel... not alone.

But, finally, I met someone who made me feel I was part of the world. Zayn. He was in my English class, and he was the first person to approach me and try to strike up a conversation with me. At first, I was shocked that
he would even acknowledge me or speak to me. I always used to see him with the "popular kids".

Everyone adored him because he was the epitome of a social butterfly. Everything seemed easy to him, and he always spoke with mellifluous voice. He swoons girls, flirting with them. Even the boys looked up to him, their eyes sparkling with admiration. Zayn was the polar opposite of me, which I admired. He knew how to impress people and keep them interested in what he had to say. He knew how to be himself without caring what others thought of him.

At first I was hesitant to talk to him. I couldn't imagine he would want to speak to a lone wolf. Zayn, on the other hand, seems to be genuinely interested in learning more about me. He made it a habit to speak to me every day after our first chat, which didn't last long. I found it irritating at first because I wasn't used to anyone constantly talking to me. Yet I knew deep down that I relished every moment of it. I felt a glimmer of joy that someone had taken the time to talk to me and get to know me.

And as time went on, Zayn and I grew closer. I went over to his house and he went over to mine, and we had sleepovers and ate snacks. Perhaps a little too much, give that we once passed out from a food coma. I finally felt like I wasn't alone and was happy, and I'm grateful for his presence in my life.

I sigh as I run my fingers through my unkempt hair, thinking about my best mate. I rise from my couch and make my way to the kitchen, hungry. I take a look in the refrigerator and note that there isn't much food there. I make a mental note to go grocery shopping soon.

I step out of the kitchen and upstairs to my bedroom after closing the refrigerator. I lie down on my bed and take my phone from my nightstand.

Lou: Hey zayn. What you up to??

Zaynie: Nothing much! With Gigi just watching a movie.

Lou: Oh okay. Well want to hang out tomorrow? Maybe go out to eat or something

Zaynie: Ofcc. You know I like to eat ;)

Lou: Lmao okay dumbass

Zaynie: Heyyyy why I gotta be dumb 😭

Lou: because you are -.-

I chuckle and tuck my phone into my pocket. Maybe I should just go to the grocery store now... I ain't really doing anything.

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I take my normal route to the grocery store, turning left with my left arm and turning on the radio with my right arm.

I switch it around till I found the right station. I hum to a unfamiliar song but it sounded good. I wasn't very fond of my singing voice, and I'm always impress with people who can sing very well. I admire how they were able to sing their issues out loud and have the audience connect to them. It made us feel less alone and calmed us down. That's why I enjoy music.

My mom used to tell me that I had a lovely, distinct voice. When I was younger, she wanted me to sign into a talent show. But I was extremely shy, and I believed it was my mother's responsibility to simply say that. I didn't believe what she said. I didn't like how scratchy and high-pitched my voice was. But I know my mom is a sincere and kind person, and I know she meant what she said.

But, even though I'm older, I'm still self-conscious about my voice. However it grew on me and is now what it is.

I take a look out the window as I approach a red light. I notice a small figure who appears to be young, dressed shabbily, and shivering violently. Which confused me because it wasn't particularly cold outside... perhaps he had a condition. He stood on the curve, holding a sign that read "HOMELESS AND HUNGRY."

I couldn't help but think of how someone his age would have to be begging for money to eat...But not only that he had no place to go.
He appeared to be between the ages of17 and 19, but his body was in the form and size of a 16-year-old. To be frank, it was very concerning and I felt bad just by looking at him.

I also noticed that he had scars and bruises on his body. A wave of worry washed over me. Who might have known what had happened to him. The world we lived in was sick and cruel, and I couldn't even imagine someone hurting one of my younger sisters.

As I approached the curve, he swayed back and forth, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes seemed crazed and contained an emotion I couldn't place.

I rolled down my window to offer money, but as I looked at the boy in front of me, my breath became stuck in my throat. My heart skipped a beat because he was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen.

OKAY 1431 words 😭. I'm actually proud of this chapter. Did y'all like it?? I hope so.