Louis Tomlinson seemed to replace his brain with his heart, he takes things so hard then he falls apart, he tries to explain but before he can start, those cry baby tears come out of the dark.
"They call you crybaby Louis!" Jay scoffed, she didn't know why, why her son was this way. Why does he have that odd nickname. Why is he so sensitive?
"Mum, does it look like I care?"
Louis gulps and crosses his arms. He did care actually. Louis cried often, he was a baby. Or at least acted like one, he was 17 years young, but Louis couldn't help that he was sensitive and fragile. He liked soft and cuddly things, his favorite color was pink and he was gay. Jay didn't like that at all, she says it's a faze but Louis knows it isn't.
"Yeah well maybe I care Louis" she sighs and runs her fingers through her hair. Louis' eyes fall to the floor and his bottom lip gets caught in his teeth. "I'm leaving. I'm going to nialls." He says softly. Jay rolls her eyes "whatever Louis go, I honestly don't fucking care."
And just like that, Louis went upstairs, packed his bags and left. "They call you cry baby". "Cry baby" Louis kept repeating the words in his head "but I don't fucking care." He mutters and soon finds himself at nialls apartment.
