Envisage - Louis Partridge Imagines And Preferences

°sketchbook°

A/n: I'm too lazy to proofread and edit but heres another chapter. I don't like it but it's something...

Y/n sat in the seat of her bus silently humming to the tunes sung by the angels in the cage of her mind. With a sketchbook and a pencil held in her grasp, she watched as if waiting for her surroundings to give her a vision to portray with her hands. Just then, the bus came to a halt and a youthful boy who carried a custom made bag that had the name "Louis" written across it in edgy font, walked into the bus and sat across her with his earbuds plugged in. A face that was begging to be drawn.

Y/n took her pencil and began sketching, while trying to get subtle glances at the boy without being noticed. She drew every detail, from his knife like jawline to his beaded hazel eyes and his floppy mop of hair that sat on his scalp as he presented a lopsided smile while drowning in his own music. two thick furrowed brows and chapped lips that enchanted her.

When she looked up from her sketchbook, she was caught by a pair of eyes staring right back at her.

They're eyes remained on each other for a second before he looked down at the book in the girl's lap.

"Is that me?", he asked while staring at what y/n had drawn. Indeed it was him

She felt herself freeze. She had never drawn a stranger for the very reason that she'd be a nervous wreck if caught, but something about this boy spoke to her pencil...like a magnetic force, his face was pleading to be drawn by her.

"no" she answered unsure and silently, but he heard her.

Louis chuckled. A sound that she thought she could listen to all day. She'd shit off the angels in her head to listen to his laugh.

With a raise of a single brow, the boy put his headphones back on and went back to humming his own tunes.

Y/n felt her heartbeat slow once she lost his gaze.

The bus came to a halt and the girl stepped outside finding the next victim of her pencil and book... yet none of the faces compared to his. None like summer in the death of winter..with the same warmth he had to offer

It took her less than a second to run after him. She thought it was ridiculous that she was running after a stranger. Hell, she didnt even know what stoo this was! Yet her feet kept her on the constant move until she saw the familiar mop of head that she tried so hard to replicate earlier.

"Wait!", she yelled..yet her voice was carried away by the wind and came out as a mere whisper.

But somehow Louis heard her. He turned around slowly stopping only when they were toe to toe.

"Hello", he said smiling, knowing

And with that word one she was his.