House of Colors

Photographs and Dreams

      At the young age of six, Luke first came across the then blue colored Victorian two story house on the end of Esperanza Street. Then, four years later Luke witnessed one of the mysteries that give the house its uncommon reputation. The moment Luke had seen the pastel and neon colors playing and dancing with each other he had been feeling the pull and desire to step inside the house. It wasn't just that very dangerous desire that may or may not have him killed but there's also the dream that had been occurring since that eventful day when he was ten. The only problem is that he cannot literally step inside the house he'd been longing for—even after all the years that passed.

Luke stares at the latest picture of the House of colors in his hand. The Polaroid pictures in his stash of other things he was able to gather up keeps on stacking up throughout the years but just like everybody else Luke is still clueless of the happenings inside the House of Colors. The sixteen year old blond can only sigh on his progress, well—lack of it he should say. He gathers his backpack he had packed an hour ago with his DSLR and extra clothes and finally head out to the summer training of football his brother and father signed him up for. At the very least though, they know he sucks at any sports they had someone to train him one-on-one for the next two months and it is Louis Tomlinson so he thought that it wouldn't be much of a hell that it already is.

The covered stadium is pretty much empty save for the few who had signed up for summer training—namely ten year old kids. What a push on Luke's ego, right? He turns for the lockers' room to find his space for his things before he stride back on the field where he can see Louis putting some miniature road cone in pretty much precise distances. With a final breathe he run and meets his coach for their first day of training Luke to be a "normal teenage boy that plays a sport"—a direct statement from his father.

Luke and Louis lay of the fake grass while catching their breath after two solid hours of kicking balls. Something Luke may or may have not made a gay pun of that got his trainer laughing for solid three minutes.

"So, who signed you up for this, kid?" Louis asked after a while of just lying on the ground.

"Dad and older brother," Luke answers as he keeps his eyes closed. "Apparently I'm not a normal sixteen year old teenage boy."

Louis laughed at the statement, not completely understanding how parents can put a label on their children, but after all, Luke is a Hemming so he guesses the blonde's family name really played a great factor on labeling him for the society's consumption.

"Any plan after this?"

"I was thinking of paying a visit on the House of Colors." Luke shrugs and sits down to see Louis frowning.

"Isn't that the forbidden house?" Louis asked air quoting the word forbidden. That moment Luke remembers that Louis isn't really a local.

"Yeah, that one," Luke answers and thought for a moment, thinking of proper sentence to explain what he'd be doing exactly. "To be honest I'll just be outside and take some photos of the place."

"Really?" Louis asks a little bit hopeful and eyes shining a bit Luke has to remind himself that this is Louis Tomlinson—professional football player, not some kind of kid, hard not to when the man currently looks like a walking fluff.

"Do you want to tag along?" Luke asks carefully and watches as his coach literally bounce and squeal. The man effin' squealed.

"Yes! I mean, yes, Luke I would like to go with you." Louis answers after regaining his composure for a while.