Blank Plans, Basements & Projects - Chapter 54

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|...Louis' P.O.V...|
( July 13th )

The light shined bright down on my desk, the paper sat before me...blank. I tried to think of a thorough plan. I conducted multiple different plots, but they just didn't seem all that good, so I restarted over and over again.

Sighing in defeat, I stood up and flicked off the table lamp, leaving the study room. Boxes sat in various different corners of my house, being untouched and packed. The box in front of, which was a plain colored, cardboard box, was etched with "Old Memories." I know what it was, having been the one to pack the box in the first place, but I missed her...I missed her dearly, and I couldn't help the guilt that filled my entire existence every time I thought of her. Her beautiful long hair flowing over her shoulders, her bright green eyes that glowed, her soft expression.

Later that night, and by that, I mean thirty minutes later, I found myself looking through the box of old memories. There were pictures of all sorts of things. Me alone, me with Brenda, me with Perrie, me and Harry...so many memories.

Brenda was my song - she was a great little project, stuck-up, but still lovely. But she couldn't stay anymore. She knew things she shouldn't have known, and she planned to throw me in prison. She should've kept her mouth shut and she's still be here, but no.

Perrie - she's another stupid one. But I'm going to have fun with her. She's not a project the way Brenda was - she's merely gasoline to the fire. She will be mine.

I stuffed the pictures back into their cases and put them in the box, taking it to the basement. I pulled the string hanging from the ceiling, turning the light on. Just a few months ago I wouldn't dare go into a basement with something so precious to me, but precious is only her. Not this box of unwanted feuds. I pushed the box into a tight space between a built-in counter and a wall.

Leaving the basement I went out to my back porch, where a tree stood a few feet ahead of me, a basic circle framing it from a concrete flowerbed. The grass was a dark green.

I spent a few hours staring at the flowers ahead, the sky above, and the grass below, before making my mind up. I knew now what I needed to do, but I needed to act quickly.


A/N
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