"Fucking hell, it's raining as fuck outside" Louis said to himself.
"Yeah, and think about how you would've been out there soaking wet if I didn't let you inside"
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Louis lives in a small but active city in the countryside of Yorkshire, in England. Nothing seems to miss, everyone looks satisfied of their life, and try to live it to its best possible.
Honestly, Louis tried to live his best life too, but it's harder than what it looks.
He spent almost his whole teenage years out in Doncaster, his city, doing whatever he wanted, having fun and getting "teenage shit" done, you know? Bars and pubs until late night, drinking and smoking with his mates to forget and let go the pain.
Louis has always been considered a good lad, always there if you needed him, always there to help, because he loved helping people. He loved seeing people happy - even only a little bit - after he gave them help, because someway it compensated the missing genuine pleasure and joy in his life.
When he's not high, clearly.
When he's high, his friends think that he looks like the happiest kid on the planet Earth, but that's a totally different story.
Yes, something changed: no one could ever imagine how many nights he spent awake, the worst facets of his personality coming up and taking control, his anger issues that apparently nobody could heal, the fights he had with his family years ago.
He doesn't even live with his family anymore.
Louis was able to forget and let go all of that only when he was smoking, so he carried on and didn't stop.
Strangely, it was a slightly sunny day of October. A thin sunray filtered through the courtains of the window in Louis's room, waking him up.
He slowly opened his eyes, squinting a bit, bothered by the light on his face. He sat up on the bed groaning while grabbing his phone. "...wha- is it really 1:00 pm? Are you telling me I slept 10 hours and woke up even more tired than when I got in bed-?" he asked himself with a rough, sleepy voice, rubbing his eyes.
Louis took like ten minutes to force himself to get off the bed, but once awaken he got ready in a flash.
He planned to go for a run, so he chose to wear some football shorts, a thermic t-shirt, a hooded sweater and his usual, old, and loved Adidas jogging shoes.
" Woah, who's this extremely good looking lad?" he said to his own reflection in the mirror.
Louis always spoke jokingly, but he was in reality quite charming, even if he didn't realise it.
Even though his best quality definitely was not the height, he had chocolate brown hair, that he likes to style in a soft quiff, an athletic body, short but strong legs, and he was also training to make his muscles even more visible.
And blue eyes.
But like, really, really, blue eyes. A beautiful shade of blue, to be honest.
Louis ran his hand through his hair one last time before picking up his phone, a lighter, money and tissues. He always has to bring tissues with him when he goes on a run.
"But like, seriously," he thought. "Why does my nose decide not to collaborate and sneeze no stop instead of doing what it is fucking made for, aka: just motherfucking breathing?"
Anyways, after he made sure his room was nice and locked, Louis went downstairs, crossed the brotherhood hallway, the kitchen and the entrance as fast as he could. He hated it there.
