Feels Like Home (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Hey guys!

This is my new fanfic about Louis Tomlinson. One day when I was walking home from school and listened to Imagine Dragons song Demons (it's one of my favorite songs at the moment. Demons is seriously the best song Imagine Dragons' have ever done!) I just came up with this fanfic idea. And no, just because it's inspired by a song named "Demons" it doesn't mean that this story is going to be about demons. No fantasy-thingys like vampires, werewolves, zombies, ghosts or anything will be in it.

In this story there's no One Direction. Louis isn't famous, and neither are Harry, Niall, Liam nor Zayn. They're all just "normal" teenagers in school. Uh yeah, but maybe I should stop talking and let you read instead. You'll get to know the boys throughout the story. Now here's the prologue!

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+ P R O L O G U E +

I opened my eyes and realized that I wasn't in my own bed. I was at a hospital, in a hospital bed. The room was too bright for my taste. I was dazzled when I tried to look around. The mattress was hard and I could feel the springs in it. I thought that hospitals used to have a higher standard? But I guess I was wrong? Ugh, this wasn't very nice...

I heard some doctors discuss my well being with my mom outside the room. Even though they weren't in here, I could still hear what they were saying.

"Did you know that she was depressed?", one of them asked, and I could hear that my mother was crying.

"No... I knew that she didn't like to go to school because of her class, but--", she sobbed.

"And why didn't she like to go to school then, may I ask?", the other one said.

"Her best friend, Louise, moved back to the US with her family, like three months ago. And since then... I don't know, she just-... She doesn't get along with the other kids. They're not being very nice to her."

"Did you ever give her the opportunity to transfer school, or?"

"Yes. I've asked her over and over again if she'd like to change school, but she always says no. I don't know what to do, doctor? I can't handle all this on my own...", my mom murmured. I felt sorry for her. She was crying because of me. Because I'd been trying to take my own life. Because I was an idiot. Or maybe... Maybe she was crying because I was still alive? Because I didn't make it? My classmates were right. I'm a freak and I'm stupid, because I can't even kill myself. Soon enough I'll have to get back to school, and everyone will be laughing at me and talk about what happened.

"And what about her father? Maybe he can help you?", the doctor asked.

"He passed away many years ago..."

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss. I didn't know that."

"I know. It's okey."

"But I think I know why she keep saying no. Maybe she's just scared that the same thing will happen there, in her new school? Why don't you move away instead? I think that would be good for her. To start a new life and--"

"Excellent!", the other doctor said. "My niece is selling her house because she's gonna move to London with her fiancé. If you want me to, maybe I could talk to her and ask her about the price and if you could get a little house tour?"

"That would be really nice, thank you. Maybe you're right. Maybe we should move...", my mom said thoughtfully. "I'll talk to her when she wakes up."

I rolled my eyes. I was already awake, hello? But oh well. I didn't really feel for talking about moving... I was too tired. And, I didn't want to move anywhere anyways. Or yeah, there was one place I'd like to move to... To my best friend, Louise. But my mom would never let me move to the US. And I hadn't been talking to her for weeks. She didn't know anything about what had been going on lately. When we were talking over skype I always lied and said that everything was fine and that I had friends. But in reality, I didn't have anyone. 

Someone stroked my hair, and I opened my eyes. Apparently, I had been sleeping again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, honey", my mom murmured and smiled warmly.

"No, it's okey." I moved a strand of hair which was in the way and placed it behind my ear. "Did you want something, or?"

"Yeah, I wanted t-to talk about-... A thing", she stuttered.

"What thing?" I pretended that I didn't know what she was talking about.

"We're moving... To Doncaster."