Lost Soul

I fell in love with the devil

Neither spoke until they got to Louis' house. The house had a huge garden and the garden was full of colorful flowers. There were impressive sculptures. It was clear the house was worth a huge fortune. The interior was really interesting. Harry suddenly felt like he had been transported to the Victorian era. The furniture, squlpcures and all the other things were reminiscent of the Victorian era. And there were mirrors everywhere. Too many mirrors. Louis took Harry to one of the rooms on the second floor.

"You will stay in this room. Choose what you want and wear it."

"It is not necessary. I don't wanna stay here. I wanna go to my house."

"You can not stay there until the film is shot."

"Then lend me some money and let me stay in a hotel."

"Why would I give you money. Understand well, you are not doing this for money."

"What the hell are you talking about, Louis?" shouted Harry. "Only reason I am doing this is money."

"No money. Forget about money! No lines, no fake characters. You life is this film. You won't act like Dorian. You are already Dorian. Your life is my film, my book. Now do what I say just like I are going to say what I wrote."

"Whose room is that?" asked Harry.

"Does it matter?"

"I don't wanna use this room without permission from the owner." There was make-up on the vanity table. A dressing gown was hung on the chair. It was certain that the room had an owner.

"I am letting you, who cares the others?"

"If I use the room it will cause the owner of the room to be uncomfortable."

"Nobody can make him uncomfortable," said Louis with a contemptuous look." All you gotta do is shut up and do what I say." As he was about to leave the room, he stopped and spoke without looking at Harry. "This world is my stage. You, this house, garden, all of you are mine. And it will never change." Louis slammed the door before Harry could respond to Louis' words.

Who did Louis think he was? What he did was called taking hostage. Does he think he is God, Harry thought. Is he crazy? Yes, he was crazy, there was no other explanation for that. The owner of this room must be a patient person, Harry thought. It was impossible to live with Louis. As he opened the closet and tried to figure out who was the owner of the room, he was surprised again by what he saw. None of the clothes in the closet were used.

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Harry woke up early. He had a bad feeling. He felt like a prisoner who can't escape. He had do this job. He needed money and fame. Louis entered the room while Harry still hadn't gotten out of bed.

"Good morning, Harry. I'm here to show you the clothes you are going to wear today." He took a pair of denim shorts and a pink t-shirt from the closet and laid them on the bed. "Get dressed and come. I'll show you something after breakfast."

By the time Harry got downstairs, Louis was having breakfast.

"It's good to have you here, Harry. So I will prepare you for the role as I want. You will be great."

"I hope so... Louis can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why did you choose me? I am not better than the others who wants the role." He had thought about it all night. He wasn't good enough to be the lead role in such a big project.

"Don't you ever look in the mirror, Harry? You're beautiful. You are so comfortable in front of the cameras. You look like you don't even care. You are the only one who can be Dorian. I felt it the first time I saw you.You were like you don't belong there. You are just like him."

"Is Dorian a real person?"

"Are you out of your mind, Harry?"

"I just asked a question."

"It was a silly question."

Harry tried to calm down. I won't cry, he said to himself. I will just act like nothing happened. I can do it. I can act.

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After breakfast Louis took Harry to the most magnificent room in the house. There were a huge mirror, a piano, a violin, a shelf with only Oscar Wilde's books, a bed and an armcahir in the room. Paintings on the wall were amazing. Louis led Harry to the mirror. He was behind Harry.

"Pink looks so good on you." whispered Louis."You look so good."

"Thank you, Louis." Louis moved his one hand in Harry's hair and the other on his waist.

"Do you remember this room, baby?"

It wasn't possible. It was the first time Harry is in that room.

"I don't know what are you talking about, Louis."

"Don't you remember anything?"

"Louis, for the first time in my life I am in this room."

"I know, honey."

Harry had no idea what was happenning. All he knew that Louis Tomlinson's hand was on his waist. His favourite writers, director's hand was on his waist. One of the most handsome man's was on his waist. Hand of the man he dreams of was on his waist.

"It is not a problem. You know, we can make new memories here."

Do we have memories?

"What kind of memories?"

Louis smiled. This smile could kill Harry. This smile could end the wars .Louis slowly moved his hand down Harry's hair.

"Not today, baby." he kissed Harry's neck. "Soon we will make unforgetable memories."

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Harry had no idea what happened in the morning. What did hapen to Louis? Was he serious?Did he like Harry? He was thinking about it for hours. Now it was night but Harry couldn't sleep. He wanted to see Louis. He wanted to talk with Louis. He wanted to hug Louis. But why? Hearing the music he realized that Louis was awake too. He climbed the stairs silently. Louis was in the room they went in the morning. He was staring intently out the window. He looked as if whatever was out there was revealing the secrets of the universe. There was a great admiration in his eyes. Harry was wondering what he was looking at. But when he realised what it was... Quietly but as quickly as possible, he went to his room and closed the door. Louis wasn't looking outside. What he was admiring was his own reflection.

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