Lost in Time (Larry)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9:

When I finally open my eyes again I'm in my room, back in the year 2135.

But even though I'm at home I'm not happy to be here. I find myself thinking that I would more likely go back to Louis than sitting here in my room in new London.

I shake my head attempting to get this thought out of it. Then I look at the clock and realise that I was just gone for a few minutes.

How is this possible?

I mean, I can't even think of any reasonable explanation why I travelled back in time but I was there for about two hours and just some minutes passed.

This is so strange. Why is it happening?

Slowly I sit down on my bed, trying to solve at least one of those mysteries but I fail.

I stand up again and walk around in my room not knowing what to do. Now everything in this world seems so simple and boring, not like it was in 2014, where the people were laughing, singing and dancing, acting as if there was no tomorrow.

Even though I only was there for about two hours I miss it. It was so different.

Positively different.

I sigh, grab a hoodie from one of the - still unpacked - boxes and go downstairs. I hear Henry working in the kitchen and shout: "Dad, I'm going outside for a walk. I'll come back soon."

"Okay. Be careful.", he says his typical answer. I roll my eyes half-heartedly at him and pull my hoodie on after exiting the house.

Slowly I make my way down the street not really caring what happens around me. Instead my thoughts drift off to Louis once again.

He is a nice guy and I have to admit that he's quite good looking. But that is not what holds my attention on him.

It is the way he acted, like he knew more about me. Or at least that was what I thought. He could just have been his normal self but I doubt it.

Before I turn right at the corner I look back at the house. My house. Louis' house.

'What if his name was Louis Tomlinson? That would explain the house, wouldn't it?', shot through my head all of a sudden.

What if Louis and his family were the ones to build that house? My dad said it was built more than hundred years ago, hence the time would fit.

What if Louis wrote all of those small and sweet things on the furniture and walls? It would make sense, because I travelled back in time and met him. Why should I have met him if he wasn't the one writing it?

But who is the second person? I remember one line saying 'YOU & ME 4EVER!! -L.

Who is he talking about?

If it is him, of course.

I walk around the corner and try to focus my thoughts on the city that I can see in front of me. It's a typical city - white houses with a lot of glass because apparently it's "elegant".

Every house looks similar to the next one and - I have to admit - also boring. People are just so stereotype and narrow-minded. Everything has to be perfect and "perfect" seems to be the same for everyone.

Well, it isn't perfect for me.

I walk absentmindedly along the road and turn right at the corner. Black cars are passing by and I can't help but think about all the different coloured cars I saw. Why is everything so black and white now when colours are a lot more beautiful?

When my feet stop I look around and see that I'm standing at a huge square where a few green trees are. It seems familiar to me and slowly I notice that this is what is left from the Hyde Park I 'visited' earlier.

My eyes widen at the thought and I'm not sure what to think about it. Where is all the picturesque green?

Why can't there be grass, flowers and many plants and trees?

I sit down on a bench I found and sigh deeply. It is not until now that I fully realise that I would do nearly everything to get back again.

Back to the wonderful world full of joy and happiness and real feelings.

Back to my Louis.

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SORRY!! I know that I haven't updated in over a month and I feel so bad about it.. I was crazy busy with school (well, I still am, so I'm not sure how often I can update..) and I had a really bad writers block..

I am not really sure of this chapter. It's a bit short and I don't know.. I just wrote it because I think it is unacceptable to not write for so long..

Hope you still like it.. :)

~Elena