"𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞"

𝘶𝘯

Louis

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He's looking at me again, and i would be lying if i said i didn't find it a bit weird or odd.

I'm not even doing anything interesting for god's sake, that is if you don't count the coffee dripping down my shirt (you can thank my flatmate Niall for that), my shoes being untied and my hair looking like a disheveled pigeon nest, yet other than looking fascinatingly awkward for a disgustingly-bright morning, i stay utterly boring.

He's standing next to a coffee shop, a cup of (you guessed it) coffee in his hand while his curls messily hang over his face.

He attempts to brush them away ever-so-often, yet they always return to their original place five minutes later.

He's not looking directly at me, he's simply just observing.

He does this every Tuesday and Friday, but i'll spot him entering and exiting different galleries or theatres whenever i'm passing by. I know he sees me as well during the week, that is whenever i'm dashing somewhere because I've overslept, or if me and Niall goes out to eat something.

I know that he sometimes catches a glimpse of me when i'm at my seemingly worse and it's always awkward because he never seems to have a 'bad day':

his curls are always perfectly proportioned, his clothes immaculate. It's embarrassing how many times he's seen me with my shirt tucked out while I try and tame my hair and he just stands there, judging me.

I don't think he intentionally means to judge or stare at me, but I can feel his eyes bore into me when I try to fix myself up, and it's just strange.

It's almost become routine: i drag myself out of bed nice and early at seven o'clock, Niall gives me a cup of coffee, (this morning he spilt the entire cup on me, explaining my messy appearance) before trudging back to bed himself, then i walk to the bus stop.

All my lectures are at night, so i spend Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and the weekend -or literally all my spare time- at my job.

Me and Niall are a bit tight with money, he works at a bar which means free drinks, while i tutor highschoolers in my free time (fun right?)  i've been looking for a more stable job recently however, and I think I might've found one.

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At the bus stop i'm greeted with the presence of him, and he's usually not even doing anything. He never comes over to say hi or have a chat, he usually just stays across the street, and glaze his eyes over whatever he finds so interesting. Considering we haven't spoken a single sentence, i know a great deal about him,

He hates me smoking, i personally don't understand what his problem is. His nose wrinkles, his eyebrows droop and he slightly shifts his head as if he can't bear it.

I've pondered if i should simply walk over to him and ask why he dislikes it. The thought usually goes away as quickly as it came.

He likes his coffee black with no sugar or milk, i know this from when he accidentally split a cup on himself one morning and i caught a glimpse of the black liquid staining his shirt.

I also know that he has some type of tattoo surrounding his stomach, (that's where the coffee spilled, i'm not some type of creep.) which i always found interesting.

Why did he get it? Was there a meaning behind it? Does he know that it will stay and be there permanently? Well of course he does but what was the motive and/or meaning behind it?

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The bus usually arrives after ten minutes and after that it's either me doing odd jobs, tutoring highschoolers or anything really to kill a bit of time before five, since that's when my lectures start.