Missing: The boy who disappeared

Chapter 1- Celebratory Conception

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Hello again!
Welcome to my new fic.
I'm really excited.
This chapter really is just giving the back story of how it all started.
The real storyline begins next chapter.

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Also, a massive thank you to my friend and beta tracey ❤️
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'Our souls dance while searching for love, to the tune of our bodies pinning for sinful lust.
The seed of lust can never bear the fruit of love, but sometimes, the act of 'lust' can bring forth your soulmate.'

February 13th, 2021

The last thing on Louis' mind was getting shit-faced at the local bar, but his best mate Oli, who he had known since pre-school, was determined to coax him out of the house. Oli could be a determined bastard when he really put his mind to it, and Louis  had finally had enough of his nagging, resulting in reluctantly agreeing to a night out.

For weeks now, Louis had secluded himself within the confines of his own four walls, overwhelmed by exhaustion, frustration, and a profound sense of heartbreak. After endless pints of ice cream, marathons of rom coms that often concluded with dejective tears, there was no denying that Oli is relieved at finally having convinced Louis to step out and indulge in some much-needed fresh air.

"Nope, im not wearing these Oli, I can hardly breathe, and my balls are fucking squashed to smithereens." Louis complained.

Amid Oli's laughter, Louis swiftly sheds the once-confidence-sapping skinny jeans, discarding them as relics of the past. He stretches across the bed, grasping at his gray track pants, embracing them as a symbol of newfound comfort and self-assuredness.

Oli had been hoping he could coax Louis out so he could unwind tonight.
Maybe dress up a little, see who's around, get back on his game, and hopefully, start to feel good in his own skin again. However, as he observed Louis donning his everyday attire, Oli was torn between being disheartened that his friend wasn't putting any effort in, but also ecstatic that he was coming out at all. Though his choice of outfits made him scrunch up his nose because he believed his friend could do better, he made sure to express his appreciation and praise for Louis' effort, so that he understood how much it meant to him.

"You look great, Lewis. I'm truly proud of you, you know. Now, let's celebrate your newfound freedom and go and get smashed."

Oli recognized instantly that these were the words Louis needed to hear, and a broad yet heartfelt smile spread quickly across his face.

" You're lucky that I love you, otherwise I would kick your ass for calling me that." Louis replied with a grin.

From the moment they met at the tender age of seven, Oli had struggled to pronounce Louis' name correctly. His speech delay issues made it difficult to form the right sounds, leaving him tripping over the syllables, much to Louis' amusement.

But Oli was nothing if not determined. He threw himself wholeheartedly into speech therapy, determined to master the intricacies of his friend's name. After months of hard work and effort, he finally succeeded, he could now articulate it with perfect clarity.

True to his mischievous nature, Oli decided to play a little game. He began referring to Louis as "Lewis." adding an extra 's' to his name with a sly wink each time he said it. Though Louis found it exasperating at first, he couldn't help but chuckle at his best friend's antics. Before long, "Lewis" had become a well-established nickname, a source of endless amusement between the two of them.
Years passed, but the name continued to stick, becoming a special emblem of their unbreakable bond. As they grew up and experienced life's ups and downs together, the name grew with them, embodying all the love, laughter, and unforgettable moments they shared.