bracelets // l.s

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a/n - this story will mostly be in louis' pov. lowercase intended.

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"I don't know, zayn. I have a lot of work to do, I don't think I have time for that." I explained to zayn, who was currently trying to make me go to the gym with him for a few hours to workout. although I could use the workout, I had some actual work to do back at my flat.

"c'mon, we haven't been to the gym in ages. why not this one time? you can do the work some other time," zayn said. I sighed. he was always like this, pestering me to try to do things with him.

"can't today, mate, sorry. another time, yeah?" zayn sighed, giving up.

"whatever mate. ring me when you can." then he was off. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling a little grease and made a mental note to take a shower when I got to my flat.

I was with zayn at a small cafe that was only a few blocks down from where I lived. we chatted while having tea, catching up. we haven't been seeing each other as much, seeing as I was always having something I needed to do. it sucked really, being fresh out of uni and barely having time to settle down.

the place I worked at, the bakery called 'something sweet', didn't pay much, but was enough to let me have food on my plate and a roof to live under. though, I was always having trouble paying the bills and I always stressed over that. my flat was small, but had a homey feeling to it, and I rather liked it.

I was about 2 minutes away from my flat, my legs feeling a little tired from walking. a wave of relief hit me as I saw my apartment in sight, only being a few steps away from the stairs going up. I started walking up the freshly painted stairs, which I assumed had been repainted recently.

I let out a breath as I made it to the top. maybe I needed that workout now that I think about it, I thought. I was about to walk to the front door of my flat, when I saw a head of curls kneeling down in front of an apartment right across from mine. new comer.

I would've usually just ignored the fact that there was somebody new living across from me, but the curly haired boy happened to be right in the way of getting into my flat. I wasn't too fond of the idea of talking to the boy, who didn't look older than 15, but it looked like I had a choice here.

I cleared my throat, slowly moving towards to boy, who was still kneeling down near brown boxes. I tapped his shoulder and I was immediately met with bright green eyes.

"um, I uh, hi. sorry if I'm bothering, uh, whatever you're doing here, but you are um, in the way" I pointed to my door. his eyes followed to where my hand was pointing, and he suddenly smiled, perfect teeth and dimples clearly showing.

"oh! you live here? right across from me! wow, this is great. I got to tell mum. oh, sorry, I'll move my boxes out of the way," he giggled as he pushed away the two boxes stacked on each other in front of my door.

"yeah, um, thanks," I said as I got my keys out to unlock the door. I felt a gaze burning into my back as the door unlocked. I turned around and jumped, seeing the boy standing directly behind me, still smiling.

"I'm harry, by the way. I can't wait to know more about you! mum will be so happy I made a friend already, and I just moved in today! I'll be right back, I have to go tell her! bye, stranger!" the boy, harry, said with a little too much enthusiasm as he rushed into his home. I didn't like it.

I rushed into my flat, quickly shutting and locking the door. I never enjoyed talking to strangers or people in general. zayn was an exception, seeing as I have been friends with him since diapers. but this, just no.

I groaned as I trudged into my living room area, seeing papers scattered across the small coffee table in front of the tv. I absolutely dreaded doing more work, but I knew it had to be done. I walked over, picking up one the the papers and grabbed my glasses, sliding them on.

'avoidant personality disorder'

the title read. I skimmed over the page, seeing things about medicine and symptoms. I already knew I had the dumb disease, and I hated the fact that I lived with it. I also knew I had to take the medicine for it, but I couldn't bother with that now, I didn't have the money for it.

setting the paper down, I took my glasses off and ran a hand down my face. what was I going to do? too stressed to even think, I barely missed the repeated knocking at my front door.

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