(3rd Person P.O.V.)
Louis Tomlinson wanted nothing more than to have a normal life. By the age of 16 he had excellent grades, he'd found the love of his life, and he'd had the strongest relationship with his family. Louis truly thought he was set on a path to success and happiness and that nothing would ever hold him back. That was prior to August 27th, 2008 when his whole world went dark. Nothing could've prepared him for that day.
Every single stable factor in Louis's life was ripped away that day. They were all gone. His mother, his father, his siblings, and his first true love; taken by a cruel group of people. There was nothing left for him but the feeling of emptiness and complete utter suffering. The overwhelming trauma and pain tore him apart and he was no longer the same.
It took only a few months for Louis to be completely unrecognizable. His normal happy, upbeat personality turned into anger and frustration. His normal cheery inviting appearance turned dark and cold; his skin tattered with hundreds of tattoos and pierced with metal. The pain from the needle was the only time he had any sort of feeling after that day. Louis never stayed sober for more than an hour. Turning to various drugs and hard liquor for satisfaction was what had worked best for him. He never spoke a word to anyone, but the few people who vowed to help him get what he wanted more than anything; revenge.
Nobody understood Louis's dangerous behaviors. He was told him time and time again that the PTSD he suffered from was not an excuse for him to be so angry. Nobody saw through the metal poking through his skin or the ink painted across his body. He pretended time and time again that he didn't need anyone but himself. Only a few knew his real story - and he intended to keep it that way. His appearance and demeanor scared others, turned most away. He knew it and he told himself he'd be okay with that.
Louis believed he would be this way forever. Pained, broken, and scarred for ages on end; any chance of emotion nonexistent to him, but he was wrong. Over time he realized he could change. All he needed was for someone to see under the ink.
