Boundless •L.S•

Prologue |1

Louis is lost, he knows he is, he always knew how he has been long gone and just a mess for the past year and what he also knows is that he himself is to blame, that much he knows too.

And yet looking at him he isn't doing anything about it but then again when did he ever do anything about anything else at all?

Never, would be the answer- not for the past years at least, that is.

It's honsetly pathetic- how he has gotten his system used to the drugs but of course even if it's bad and even if he sometimes has acknowledged it, he has done nothing about it because what is there to do anyway, right? Right.

But when he tries to actually avoid such a thing then he goes out to get drunk, honestly it's that simple, if you don't wanna get high then just get drunk.

And if he has to describe himself in one word then Louis would say simply 'reckless' because he knows that he is too reckless for his own good.

Why? It's as simple as that, no person on their right mind would go out without telling anyone to get drunk- not when that person is specifically a rock singer that gets recognized everytime they go out.

But guess what? Louis doesn't care about that either- no, he can't bring himself to care.

So that's how he has ended up in a random club a crowd of people sticking to him, on top of him, dancing against him, kissing him and touching him but again- Louis doesn't care.

Too drunk, not sober at all, he doesn't care, he just takes the unlimited attention that is offered to him by nearly everyone.

Like many describe him, he has no limits but then again why should he?

On the contrary he thinks that he should be enjoying such a thing that he gets without even asking.

So he let's himself sink in this mess, drinking shot after shot, making out and just having fun in general.

And no, he doesn't know how long he has been here neither does he know how long he will keep on being here, he just let's everything happen.

That's just how Louis does things.

He isn't proud of it but he isn't gonna stop either, straighten out and again- why should he?

.....

But of course things always come to an end and so does Louis fun.

And in this case it means that his mates have found him and are getting him to the hotel that he is staying at.

"I swear sometimes I just wanna leave you do what you want, I'm betting your ass that you would be found dead in the morning!" Niall, one of Louis' best mates says.

"Shut the-" Louis hiccups, "fuck up."

"No!"

Niall tightens his grip, Louis waist hurting him a little, grumbling.

"Leave him be Niall, he's wasted as it is, it's pointless." Liam says like the smart one that he is, doesn't Louis love his smart mind sometimes!

"Of course, bloody cunt he is more like."

And from there Louis just closes his eyes and tries to block his mates voices out, too drunk to actually deal with anything at all.

.....

It's about 4 in the morning and Louis has been awake his high from the alcohol and god - knows - what - else being long gone and all that is left now is saddness.

He gets his phone out and calls his mom just to hear the answer phone all that he can do is leave a message and he does.

"Mom I miss you, where are you, I want you back..." Louis says as tears roll down his cheeks and just like that he cries himself to sleep.

.....

The night and drinking to forget is always to enjoy for the moment, the beforehand and after hand are what everyone is trying to avoid so badly, to the point where you would accept to be someone who you would never be proud of, someone who makes mistakes.

A lot of mistakes.

Well, Louis finds all of that just normal, in the start its hard to avoid the before hand and after hand but with time, what he has come to realize is that you can ignore that too.

You just have to act like everything is alright, lie right through your teeth and mumble I'm fine, sounds simple, it is simple.

It doesn't matter whether it is the truth or not, what matters is that you believe yourself when you say it, no matter the truth or anything for that matter.

A sigh escapes Louis' lips as he looks up at the ceiling the room now engulfed by the rays of the sun, that he knows is just Liams punishment for his little adventure.

He slowly gets up from his bed, his head pounding from the too many drinks he knows he had.

He can hear the drums being played in the livingroom and he certainly knows that they are so loud intentionally.

He gets out of the room to be met with Niall and Liam in the living room.

Niall is playing the drums and Liam is drinking tea while holding a book- as if he has dealt with that enough to just tune it out.

And Louis like the smart one that he is he goes to his friend and takes the drum sticks from his hands.

"You bloody-"

"Shut up, my head hurts."

"Do I look like I give an actual fuck?!"

"I don't care."

Niall gets up spits some curse words Louis' way and leaves.

Liam who is looking at the scene unfolding is about to return to his book but Louis shoots him a questioning book.

"You know what it is." Is all that his mate tells him before getting up and leaving, deciding that this is not the suitable place to read his book in peace anymore.

And honestly if you asked Louis what just happened he would just shrug because like everything he chooses to ignore this too. Simple stuff, as always.

Just like that he just shrugs it off with a sigh and goes to make a coffee for himself- by that meaning he's going to throw something on and go downstairs to drink something, maybe coffee, maybe not.

And he does.

He's going down the stairs of the hotel, walking through the hallways as if he has been living here all his life.

Maybe if you ask him at this point- yes he has been living in a hotel all his life.

Ok, not in a practicular one- of course but yeah.

And just like that he opens the doors of the 'restaurant' that is right in the first floor and let's himself be the one he has taught himself to be.

Oh, how he loves his life- right?

Right. Totally.