These first few chapters are going to be really short and I'm sorry.. but yeah, it's quite hard to get a story going ya know? No? Okay then, just us. Anyways, so yea this just kinda.. jumps right into it, but it will get better, I promise :p.
Thanks guyss!:D
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Louis went to a guitar store he loved and walked in.
The walls were covered in Gibson's, Bender's , Ibanez's, etc. He owned little
over five guitars all from the same place, Guitar Center.
Louis walked around, looking at all the guitars. The atmosphere was rich with
the rock music playing. His band, Bring Me The Horizon, was still on tour even
through the snow.
He walked around until he saw someone that made him scrunched his eyebrows. This
lad, had a crown of daisies on his head. Louis automatically thought it was
adorable but nothing he would go for, after all.. he's not gay.
"Excuse me?" Louis' voice squeaked a little, making him clear his throat.
"Yes?" The flower boy turned around and almost fainted.
"Can I see a guitar?" Louis shoved his hands into his front pockets and looked
down. This younger male, who Louis guessed to be around 19 years old, only 2 years younger than himself, was quite a sight with the flowers around his head.
"Hmm," he hummed. "May I ask what guitar?" His full attention was on Louis' neck
tattoos that trailed down to his arms. Harmless writings, inspirational
pictures, random shit that Louis found interesting at the time.
"Um, a Martin Custom D Classic Mahogany Acoustic Guitar." Louis rambled about in
his brain to find the name.
Before the male left, Louis took a glance to his name tag "Flower Harry." Odd
nickname for a man that worked here. But after all, this was an odd boy, Louis could already tell.
"Come to the front sir." Harry's voice was raspy, unlike the voice Louis
thought he would ever hear come from such a lad.
Louis walked up to the front and looked at the guitar. It was honestly the most
beautiful thing he has ever seen, apart from flower boy.
"That will be 1,000 dollars even, Tommo." He winked and waited patiently. Louis
pulled the money out of his pocket and paid the young lad.
"Thanks Hazza." He winked and walked towards the entrance, silently laughing about the nickname he just now thought up for the boy.
"And thanks for the number." Louis heard the mumble as he walked out.
