Louis William Tomlinson.
Born: December 24th, 1991
Attempted Death: October 26th, 2005; November 13th, 2011; March 24th, 2012
Louis has been suicidal for ten years and never leaves his house. His best friend Glen, has tattooed him ever since he can remember, anytime he does leave he’s reminded of this past. Louis had an appointment with his best friend Glen for a new tattoo. He decided to call him up as he carefully walked to the tattoo parlor, leaving his house for the first time in a month and a half.
“Hey Glen, I’m on my way to the shop now to come get the swallow, you there?”
“Hey Lou, about that man, my friend Harrys gonna have to tattoo you, I left because I had a family emergency.” Louis stopped dead in his tracks about a block away from the parlor.
“What? Glen you know I can’t be around people I don’t know!” Louis slid down the wall of the building at the end of the street. His breathing began to get really heavy.
“Yeah, I know I’m sorry Louis I have to go but I’ll call you later okay?” Louis struggled to try and answer but before he could, Glen hung up.
~HARRYS POV~
“Glen man, Why do I gotta tattoo this fool? You just wanna go out and have a good drinking instead of tattooing your “best friend”.” Harry was currently waiting for Glen’s appointment.
“Curls, I know you’d like him. Just give him a chance?” Harry huffed and grabbed his cigarettes.
“Whatever man, I’m gonna go for a smoke before he gets here. Go ahead and leave.” Harry slammed the front door of the tattoo parlor shut and stood outside, lighting a fag between his lips. He sighed, looking around he seen a boy, looking about twenty, wearing a black outfit with a bright red beanie, on the phone with someone. Harry was drawn to him right away, not being able to take his eyes of him. Harry watched as the boy slid down the wall of the place down the street and being too slowly shake.
“Panic attack.” Harry whispered as he ran down the street, knowing the signs of a panic attack all too well, and dropped to his knees in front of the brown haired boy.
~LOUIS POV~
Louis could feel his chest begin to shake and in his vision he started to see the white dots. I should have never left my house. He thought as someone dropped in front of him. They held his hand in their own and kept eye contact with him beginning to quietly sing something Louis had never heard.
“All wound up
On the edge
Terrified
Sleep disturbed
Restless mind
Petrified
Clouds of fear
Permeate
All I see
Heightening
Nervousness
Threatens me
I am paralyzed
So afraid to die
Cut of cord
Warning signs
Never show
Tension strikes
Jokingly
Worries grow
Why do I feel so numb
Is it something to do with where I come from
Should this be fight or flight
I don't know why I'm constantly so uptight
Rapid heartbeat pounding through my chest
Agitated body in distress
I feel like I'm in danger
Daily life is strangled by my stress
A stifling surge shooting through all my veins
Extreme apprehension, suddenly I'm insane
No strong hope for redemption
A grave situation desperate at best
Why do I feel so numb
Is it something to do with where I come from
Should this be fight or flight
I don't know why I'm constantly feeling...
Helpless hysteria” Louis felt his body begin to relax. Why? He thought, Why can he calm the attacks but no one else can? And someone why I don’t even know.
“A false sense of urgency
Trapped in my phobia
Possessed by anxiety
Run, try to hide
Overwhelmed by this
Conflicts delirium
Helpless hysteria
A false sense of urgency
Trapped in my phobia
Possessed by anxiety
Run, try to hide
Overwhelmed by this
Conflicts delirium” Louis looked at the green eyed boy with confusion and awe.
“H-How did you?” The boy stared into Louis’ eyes like if he looked away, he would lose everything. “
“I’m Harry Styles, I’ve suffered depression for thirteen years, have had social anxiety for 6 and singing is my only escape. Just thought it might be yours too.” Louis eyes grew wide. Harry, like the one that was supposed to tattoo him? There’s no way.
“I-It must be, No one has stopped my panic attacks before. Tattoos are the only thing that calms them. I was supposed to get a tattoo about sixteen minutes ago but I’m kind of late. Harry looked behind him and cursed.
“Shit mate, I was supposed to have an appointment with a guy. One of my friend’s mates. He was getting one or something, Name was Lew I think.”
“Louis, His nam- or my names Louis.” Harry smiled at the boy.
“Well Louis, let’s go get you your tattoo.” And for the first time in two and a half years, Louis smiled a real smile.
