Lost Soul

There's no coming back from this

Harry entered the apartment, which had faded paint and cracked walls. The building was so old that if a thief wanted to get in, all they had to do was gently push the door. Harry climbed the stairs, glad that no thieves were looking into the building today. As a matter of fact, there wasn't a thief stupid enough to try to steal anything from here. I wouldn't be upset if a thief broke in, thought Harry. Yes it was his house but it wasn't his home. He wasn't belong here. Just like he wasn't belong this life. When he is here he wasn't feeling like he is at his own home. There was nothing here to make him feel good.

There was nothing he wanted anymore. Maybe it would be better if everything ended. Just a big nothing. Dark... An endless sleep away from regret, sadness, restlessness. Without worry... Lying on Earth with nothing. Being with nature. Being nature. To be far away from the dirt of this world. Being no more than two words on a stone... It was an option, but Harry knew it wasn't a solution. Things weren't working that way. There was nothing he could do. So he was going to do what he always does in such desperate times. He took a book by Louis Tomlinson from the shelf, sat on his bed and began to read until he fell asleep.

Harry opened his eyes at the sound of his phone ringing. At first he could not understand what was happening. Nobody would call him. Really nobody... He was calling from a number tha wasn't saved on his phone. He felt his heartbeat quicken. "Stop! If you don't want to be disappointed, don't dream." he said himself. Trying to calm himself, he anwered the call.

He didn't know exactly what the voice on the phone had said. All he knew was that he won. HE WON! The role was his. The biggest role in his life. The biggest step of his career. He wanted to scream. Everything would be perfect. He could already imagine himself giving an award speech. Spotlights, applause, awards, speeches, clebeations, fame, a name everyone knows. A name everyone is talking about. Harry Styles.

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Harry couldn't believe what had happened. He couldn't believe that he was having dinner with Louis Tomlinson at a restaurant right now. The most hansome man in England was having dinner with him. Everyone in the restaurant watching him, but Louis didn't care. The only thing he cared about was the wine in his hand. Harry wanted to be just like him. He wanted to be just as gorgeous as him.

"Do you really want this role, Harry?" his voice was enchanting.

"It is the most important thing in my life."

"This may be very difficult for you. You are young, you may have hard time doing the things I am asking you to do. Once you say yes, there is no turning back. Once you accept the role, I will never let you give up. And I won't care how hard it is for you. Now be honest. Do you really think you can handle this role?" his voice was very menacing and mysterious.

How could this be so hard, Harry thought. All he was gonna do was acting.

"I don't really think this job could be so hard for me, Mr Tomlinson. But even it is hard I am ready to sell my soul to the devil."

Louis' eyes sparked. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. He took a sip of his wine. "You are ready to sell your soul to the devil."he smiled again. There was something in his eyes, Harry couldn't tell what it was. "I'll come to your house tomorrow, Harry. I want to make your house fit the lifestyle of your character."

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Well, Harry wasn't expecting that. Louis Tomlinson would soon be at his house. WHY? He didn't even have a sofa in his house. Harry could predict what would happen. Louis would look into his house and walk out without a word, fantastic! Hearing a knock on the door, he opened the door with a deep sigh. And here he was with wide open eyes.

"Do you really live here?"

"Yes."

"This place is a complete dump."

He was rude.

"It is not so comfortable but it is my hou-"

"I don't let you to live here."

"Excuse me?" What the hell did that mean? Harry couldn't afford anywhere else.

"What part you didn't understand? I said that you can't live here."

Harry took a deep breath. No he couldn't fight, He shouldn't have.

"Well, with the money I'll make from the film, I will buy a new house."

"With what?"

"With the money I am gonna make from the film."Harry repeated.

"Oh Harry, you are so funny."said Louis with a mocking smile."You won't make any money from the film."

Wait what?

"I don't think I understand you, Mr Tomlinson. Won't I play the character Dorian?

"No, no, Harry. You won't play Dorian. You will be Dorian."

Harry couldn't understand anything.

"Dorian would never live in a dump like this. You will not live here either."

"Then where will I live?"

"In my house."

"What? No." What was this man doing? What was his purpose?

"You can't say no." same menacing voice again.

"I can and I am saying again, no."

Louis walked towards Harry. They were too close. Too close...

"I don't think you understand me, honey." Louis whispered. Harry could feel his breath on on his neck. "You sold your soul your soul to me. And you can not say no to me."