(Louis's journal)
"I met him today. I am unsure of his name or where he is now, but oh I wish I did. I have my first day of school in 2 days and I'm really not ready. He was tall and had curly long brown hair that went perfectly with his green eyes. He wore an old leather jacket and a solid black shirt along with a cigarette placed in his hand. If my mother saw him she'd warm me about how guys like that are poison and how staying away from guys like that would help me in life. However, something about him was different. I walked in and was surrounded by the familiar pastel green walls of the vinyl shop. Among The Beatles and Elvis was a very tall and masculine man. I went next to him but not too close just far enough for him to notice my presence and oh how his fingers glided above the disks like they were exploring and hearing every beat before it was even played. I had to distract myself from making a fool of myself and talking to him so I bought a vinyl by the Fray my favorite band. I didn't talk to him in fact I'll probably never see him again. I left the shop while he was still in there because I didn't want to look like a creep. I ended up eating some Pocky under the beach dock by the shore line.
When I got home there was the usual yelling of my mom and now I'm writing. I don't know his name but he was beautiful." I close my journal and put away my pen. I have to hide this before my mom finds this and freaks out. She knows I'm gay and I'm pretty sure she's okay with it she just doesn't want me dating any guys, so I guess even though she's okay with it doesn't mean she's accepted it. As I slip the brown leather journal under my pillow I hear a familiar roar,
"LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON LETS GO WE NEED TO GET YOUR SUPPLIES!" My heart sinks at the remembrance of school starting in a couple days.
"Coming!" I reply only loud enough for her to hear me. Before leaving my room I take a glance at the mirror to my right and notice how blue my eyes are and how my brown hair makes me look more pale than I am. I continue down stairs as I slip on my adidas and am greeted at the end by my mother. Her brown hair is just like mine along with her eyes.
"About time," she's always yelling and most of the time I don't understand why, so I just tune her out and sing a song in my head until she's done. As she raises her finger her phone starts ringing causing a sigh as she answers the call. "Johannah Poulston how may I assist you?" she's very busy owning a million dollar interior design company which means we have more money than we probably need.
When she ends the call she opens the door and I follow her into the car for the most dreadful shopping experience of a students life. Back to school shopping.
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Written in the walls
Fanfictionwhen two artistic minds meet in a vinyl store they write about each other and hope to see each other again despite not knowing each others names. When they soon meet in an unexpected place two different worlds realize how similar they really are.