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The music came pouring through his window at the usual time. Louis groaned and shifted in his bed, reaching for a pillow to pull over his face. When he couldn't find it he settled for tugging his thicker comforter up. He blocked out the sunlight and most of the music, which seemed to be getting louder and louder by the second. Louis eventually gave up and groaned loudly, throwing his blanket off and stomping down the steps and to his back yard. He squinted his sleepy eyes through the sunlight and stormed across the yard and into the neighbors adjoining yard he stopped in front of the chair that held none other than Nick Grimshaw and scowled.
"Do you mind turning your shitty music down, Grimshaw? Some people are trying to sleep and cant when they're bleeding from the fucking ears" he snapped, arms crossed over his tshirt clad chest, his legs where the shorts stopped were warming from the hot sun. Nick just smiled and pulled his glasses off glancing at Louis as he leaned and turned down the knob on his radio.
"Sorry, princess. I forgot that some people are still asleep at noon. Ill try to keep it down some" he said through a smile. And Louis just rolled his eyes and headed back into the empty house. It was Thursday. His sisters were at school and his parents were at work. He didnt need to be at work until two. He worked at the local tattoo shop. Not as an artist, because he had no artistic talent. He could produce a crudely drawn duck if you gave him an eraser, but that was it. He worked there because he knew the other guys that worked there. He ran the computer and printer in there, finding designs, typing up the words in the font the customer wanted, etc. He also acted as their guinea pig when they got new ink or new colors in, he brought a lot of business in too.
Louis had about 25-30 tattoos himself, scattered all around his body. Some seemingly meaningless to other people, but all of them had a meaning to him. He only had a few piercings, all on his head. He had his lip pierced, his tongue, a small stud in his nose and his ears. He didnt go for the surface piercings and things below the head. He was told on a daily basis that with the tattoos and piercings no one else would hire him. But he was fine. He made a decent amount of money at the shop, and honestly had no plans of going to college to be a doctor or a lawyer.
That was just how it was. He liked tattoos, music, and cute boys. It wasn't a secret that he was gay, he had been out since freshman year of high school. No one messed with him about it then, and no one messed with him now that he was graduated; probably because he would beat the shit out of anyone that tried. He had a soft spot for his family though. He played a hard ass a lot, but he loved his sisters. He was a softie for them. He didnt have many enemies, and there weren't too many people that he disliked. Except Nick Grimshaw. He hated Nicholas Grimshaw with a passion.
