Define Me // Louis Tomlinson

Day 1.

We've already finished the book, he had promised me he'd answer my question once we were done. Yet here we are, sitting on my backyard uncut grass, looking at the stars shinning upon our pale skin in mid fall.

"Why won't you answer my question, Louis?"

"What question?" He turns his head to confusedly look at me. I sigh while sitting up.

"Why won't you define me?" I shake me head.

Silence.

"We've already finished the book," I point toward 'A Separate Peace' by John Knowles.

"I will never understand how Gene could hold so much hatred toward someone who loved him so much," He changes the subject.

"It's kind of like us," I annoyingly mumble.

"No it's not," he suddenly stands up.

I sigh. "You're right, it's not."

"Why do you want me to define you?" He says below a whisper.

"You promised you would," I close my eyes for a moment. "that day we met, at the tree."

"That was three years ago," he unbelievably shakes his head.

"I want to know," I urge, maybe if this will be the day he finally answers my most asked question.

"Have you read the fault in our starts?" He takes one step forward slowly.

I shake my head, annoyed. It's been three years, I don't know why he can't answer me. It's the simplest question, he could define me as the ugliest person on planet earth, it would shatter my heart like Phineas' leg, that's a fact but I don't care.

"This is the last book we'll read, and then I'll define you." he angrily huffs while walking away from me.

Like he always does.