Tattoos and Tails l.s

12.5

really quick, do you guys want me to put like a mini playlist with each chapter? Like 2-3 songs because I listen to music when I write lmao so just comment (???) yes or no 😅 back to something important

-- Louis pov --

Maybe I should go and get dressed. I think that'd be good. I need to stop overthinking everything in this shitty world and focus on what's in front of me.

I open the bathroom door and glance around my room. It's empty, ok good. But it's cold as fuck. Well no shit Louis it's a week until Christmas of course it's going to be fucking cold it's December you dumb shit. Screw this I'm running to my dresser.

I pull out boxers and some sweats because fuck it's cold. After throwing them on I reach for a long sleeve from my closet and put that on. Finally, starting to warm up damn. Where's Harry? What the hell.

I open my bedroom door and walk into the living room and still no Harry. Dude what the hell man? Not in the kitchen either. Maybe Liam's room? I walk to his bedroom, knocking first because ugh you know why, but no response. Fuck it I'm going in. Ok, now no ones in here. What the actual hell? The keys are missing so they obviously left. Where's my phone.

*Ring*
*Ring*
*Ring*
"Leave a message- Loubear stop tickling me I'm trying to record this." Harry's voice mail. Great.

I love that. His laugh and how he hasn't changed it. Oh yea, we got Harry and Niall phones just so you all know. But apparently he's to busy to answer his. Whatever he's with Liam obviously and he'd never let anything happen to either one of them. But fuck that where's my haz? Who the fuck just leaves with out telling anyone then doesn't answer their phone?? I'm calling Liam. No answer. Last try. C'mon Nialler please answer.

Straight to voicemail greattttttt. Fucking hell. Now I just get to sit here with nothing to do except think like fuck my life. Might as well go on Twitter or something. I'm actually quit popular on this little social media. Tons of people like my tattoos and shit that I do at work so bam they follow me and stalk my personal life n shit but it's not at all disturbing.

It is actually. Very disturbing. Especially when someone stops you on the side of the street and hugs you and takes a picture with you like

Do I know you???

No so leave damn.

But of course you can't say that to them because they love you n shit soo.

Fuck this I'm calling Zayn he has the day off so he can come over.

"Hello?" He sounds fine.

"Bro, wanna come over?" I ask.

"Yea but not if its gonna be like last time where I have to sit through you and Harry basically fucking on the couch ok? I can't do that bro, I just can't." I laugh, remembering his last visit. That was hilarious.

"We were not fucking, we weren't even close. But no they aren't home. They all decided to leave when I was in the shower and not answer their phones or mention to me where the hell they're going." I sigh in frustration as he busts up laughing.

"Yea yea mate, I'll be over in a few. See you in a bit." He's still laughing when I hang up and I roll my eyes.