Sweetcheeks... | LS

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Louis walks in the street, drowning in his own thoughts.

What would be of them if he didn't done what he did?
Would they still together?
Would he still wake up with his smile?
Would he have met someone who replace his place on their bed?

He arrived home, not their. The flat he shared with Matt, his best friends. He shouted that he was home, he felt he was about to cry so he closed the door and throw his shoes away.

He ran to his room and locked the door so he could cry alone and perhaps skip those questions from Matt.

He had promised to himself not to cry, to stay strong. That perhaps it was a crisis of a normal couple, that they weren't meant to be, that he just gave all of it and that love isn't fair...

Quickly he took his notebook out of his backpack where all his thoughts and emotions were marked and he started to write.
"I miss you, everytime I look at the park we used to go every Sunday, to talk about our plans, holding our hands for hours and looking at the paradise."
He stopped when he Matt knocked at his door impatiently.

"Bro, I hope that you are working on the literature and you aren't listening to depressing songs and crying over him, because I will leave you outside without anything just what you are wearing."
Louis roles his eyes and nods his head as saying yes.

"Don't you worry mate. But go and hang out with someone, I promise that if I need you I'll call."

"Okay smurf, if you don't reach the cereal at the kitchen remember to use a chair." He says making fun Louis, leaving him alone.

"Dumbass." He whispers as he listen the door locks.
He leaves his notebook always and goes to open his balcon door and gets amused by the amazing paradise of London, he closes his eyes as the wind blows to his face.

He returns to his desk and takes a big breath before taking a white paper and thinks that this could work as his proyect.

"All started a day 28 of July at 2011, at a concert I didn't wanted to go.
I remember it as it where yesterday, my friends left me by my own and I saw you, with your catchy smile, your green shiny orbes, your curly hair.

The only thing that I could think about was that I wanted you just for me, I didn't wanted to share you with anyone.

Then you saw me, I gave you a shy smile and shaked my hand to you, you smiled me and then I saw your dimples.

God, I regret nothing.
You wispered something to one of your friends and I just stand there in the middle of everything doing nothing.

There your friend approached to me.

"Hey, I'm Nathan what's your name?"

"Lo-Louis" I said stammeringly and that caused you a giggle and a smile from Nathan.

"My friends and I were wondering if you would like to come with us." I nodded my head affirmative.
When we approached I saw that you were its three friends more. A gingered, a blond and a girl.

"Look, he is called Ed, he is Niall and she is Mariah." He told me while he was pointed at each one. But I didn't cared, because you was all that I was interested.

"What's your name?"
"Harry."

Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry that's a cute name.

Then we talked for a while until my friends arrived, among them my girlfriend, when we hold hands you you looked mad, then you whispered something at Ed's ear, he laughed and told you no lots of times.

I have no idea what happened at the concert or where everyone went but I still have in my mind how we started to get closer, your hand in my hand, the think of it makes me fly.

The concert ended and we all shared our numbers but I only wanted to see your smile again.

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