Sense of Security || Larry

Insecurities

LOUIS POV
Louis looked into the mirror with tears pricking at his eyes, he ponders why life had to curse him with this disfigured face. One drink that's what started this unstoppable downward spiral, then two, three, which led to the point where the room appeared to be seating and he could barely remember his own name. That night though was one he would never forgot for he was distraught, his blurred vision and clouded mind led him to his battered car. In his disgruntled state he didn't even consider the risks of driving, before his brain could comprehend his actions his foot was slamming down on the pedal and he was speeding his wrecked tires onto the cracked road.

To be honest he didn't think at all that night, it haunts Louis every night, didn't think when he was shooting through the blinding red lights and clipping the edge of that goddamn other car, it sent him spinning headfirst into the ICU. He was 16 then, with his fake ID thinking he was so fucking amazing, he is far from it, Louis thinks.

He hadn't come to terms with the responsibilities of adult life, of growing up, he was dumb to put it simply.
Constantly high and wasted, waking up in a different house every morning. He'd become experienced at not waking up his female counterpart of the night (they never seemed to satisfy him), Louis distanced himself from the few companions he'd made at his elongated period of time at the crappy orphanage he calls home. Sure, they'd been hurt at first but then Stan took charge and they all greeted him with stone cold stares every time he waltzed into the building.

If it wasn't for the governments 'laws',
Louis is pretty sure he would've be on the streets by then. Every night he would disappear out the chipped paint window and each morning he would crawl in more broken than the last. The only person who managed to deal with him throughout that whole time was the sweet lady who would come every Wednesday to help clean and sort files at the orphanage. She was the only one to assure him that everything would work out but each day his chances of adoption grew slimmer and his hopes shrunk. Nobody wanted anyone over 6! 12 at most and here was Louis bloody Tomlinson still stuck in this hell hole at 17 years of age.

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