Pretty In Pink (l.s.)

Chapter One

Dedication: larry_enthusiast for the lovely comments! :)

I can't believe my frog son is turning twenty two! Happy birthday cupcake and I hope you and Louis spend it with each other happily.

Idk why but Wattpad is glitchibg really bad and is only showing like half of the chapter on my laptop? Please tell me if you are not able to see the author's note at the end of the story, and I'll try fixing it. Thanks! x

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Louis Tomilson was always late.

Whether it was to his job, school, or even to his mother's own wedding; he was always the last to walk in. It was kind of like he was repellent to arriving on time. But not anymore. Oh no, Louis was determined not to be late to the yoga class again. The embarrassment he felt the first time was enough for him, and he didn't want to face it again.

That's why he was rushing out of the bathroom, eyes glancing up to the clock that sat on his nightstand. Only ten more minutes before the class officially started. He muttered a few cuss words under his breath, before unwrapping the towel from around his torso. He watched as it pooled around his ankles, before walking towards his closet. His eyes wandered through the hanged clothes, groaning once he realized that all of his gym clothes were in the laundry, which he yet had to do.

Reluctantly, he grabbed a random muscle tee, sweats, and a pair of checkered boxers, before tossing them on. Turning around, he bit on his lip harshly once seeing that he only had eight more minutes. Damn his slow dressing skills.

He practically sprinted out of his room, before entering his kitchen. His eyes darted across the scene, trying to find anything that he could eat as his breakfast. No matter what the situation was, Louis could never leave his house without at least something in his belly. Otherwise, he'd would either get nauseous or dizzy, until he got some food inside of him.

Grabbing his best solution, a banana, he began peeling it quickly, before racing towards the door. He shoved his bare feet inside of a pair of Vans that were laying on the ground, while shoving a piece of the fruit inside of his mouth and down his throat.

His hand gripped the doorknob, before he twisted it open and walked outside. He picked the key from his pocket, before locking the door and staring around his surroundings, wondering where he could possibly hide the key without it being found. He could've hid it inside of his flowerpot, but now that was broken too and the dirt and pieces still laid besides his foot. He really need to clean that up before someone got hurt.

It was like a light bulb flashed on top of his head, as his spare hand traveled inside of his back pocket, until he felt his rubbery phone case. Plucking it out of his pocket, he used his thumb to lift the part of the case off of the phone, before sliding the key inside of it. He grinned once it fit perfectly, and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Once he finished eating his breakfast and tossed the peel away into the garbage can, and began walking towards the elevator. He clicked the button and leaned his body against the wall, while waiting for the doors to open. Once they did, he grinned and walked inside of the small room, as he tapped his foot on the ground. Before he could even click the button that would lead him to the lobby of the apartment building, another man rushed inside right before the doors shut closed.

The man exhaled a relieved sigh, which made Louis' eyes shift towards him. He bit back a groan, once recognizing him. Alton Norberto, the apartment landlord. The man dressed in a plaid dress shirt that was loosely tucked in and some rundown jeans, always did have a problem with Louis. No matter what he did, Alton always seemed to dislike it and managed to come knocking at his door the next day, with his complaint. Usually Louis would just close the door once seeing his bearded face, or he would just peek out of the door hole, and wouldn't open it at all.