Recidivist |h.s|

32 |☆ 12:30.

I think of you from time to time
More than I thought I would
You were just too kind
And I was too young to know
That's all that really matters
I was a fool

House of Memories- Panic! At The Disco

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NO PROSPECTIVE.

UNKNOWN LOCATION IN ATL, GEORGIA
OCTOBER 13th, 2019 7:22 PM

It was never truly as quiet as it had seemed.

You would think years of sounding everything out would eventually become a good enough forced habit to be able to zone out even the loudest silence.

It wasn't.

There was no sign of civilization near, it was a darkly graffitied up spot in the middle of nowhere. The silence was loud because nothing was heard besides six different pairs of footsteps all smacking along the broken down pavement.

All that was in view in the hidden-away spot, was what looked to be an abandoned red telephone booth. The paint was chipping, the sign that sat on the top of it seemed to have a large piece of plastic smashed into it.

It was an odd place to have a telephone booth, considering it was randomly placed by the road and what lies behind it was nothing but a thick forest. The sky that just seemed to become darker with each step they took just added onto the eerie sight.

The only light that illuminated around them was the flickering light inside the telephone booth and the one street light down the beat-down road that they didn't bother to park by.

As they get to the telephone booth that had wild plants growing around the bottom, wild weeds grew in patchy spots and the rocks that crunched under their feet always gave away their every move.

A pair of wore out white Nike blazers seemed to be the only shoes that weren't giving away the fact that they were behind the other five men.

Six men walking towards a phone booth in the middle of nowhere, with their hands hidden away in their pockets, hoodies raised over their heads, and for a rather odd reason sunglasses.

It was dark already the way it was, there were no distinguishable fetchers on these men regardless of how dark it was, and the deeply tinted lenses they wore made their eyes look like they didn't exist.

One of the men that stood side by side with the other five looked back at the one that decided to stay behind, he was unsettlingly quiet.

"Can you not have fucking ghost feet right now? For fucks sakes." Niall muttered, letting that thick Irish accent show even though they knew they weren't supposed to talk.

Harry was looking at him, but it's not like Niall could see that he was due to not only him wearing deeply tinted glasses, but Harry wearing the same.

This didn't stop Louis from quickly slipping one of his hands out of his pocket just to slap Niall in the back of the head with enough force to get him to straighten his head back out before he slipped his hand right back into his pocket.

Niall turned his head back straight as soon as he felt this, but as one pair of feet hit a small patch of grass they all froze In their spots.

Expect for Zayn.

He continued to take the last few steps he needed as he pulled the phone booth door open, having a loud creak follow from opening the busted-down heavy plastic door.