Clarity

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(third person pov!! just to, get to know louis' character better)

black.

and blue. dark, dark blue.

he could taste metal in his mouth and he could hear screaming from around him. that scream was familiar. it was him. he was screaming.

his eyes flashed open and he bolted upright in bed. the room was dark and he could feel sweat dripping down his clothed back. he ripped his soaked shirt off and threw it in the general vicinity of his clothes hamper. he sighed deeply and lied back down.

the room was hot and smelt damp. he decided to take off his joggers as well. this helped cool him down a considerable amount but he was still slightly sweaty. he shut his eyes and thought of the previous day. the beautiful boy he met, the way he smiled and how his green eyes glimmered.

his thoughts traveled to something a little less innocent. the brown haired boys lips– how they were tinted pink to accompany his cheeks. how great those pink lips would look wrapped around him. his hands laced through his curls tugging softly, encouraging him. how his name would sound rolling off his tongue as he got closer and closer to letting go.

louis' hand traveled down to his crotch. the material being worn thin by his member as hardened.

the colours pink and red were flashing in his mind, bright and vibrant and oranges appear as he gets closer. he lets out a soft whimper and has to raise his other hand to his mouth to muffle himself.

it didn't take him much time to finish, not as long as it usually would when he would do this without watching something. purely from his imagination. he wondered how great it would be in real life. but he couldn't think too hard about it or he'd have to take care of himself again. he of course had to get up and change his briefs and wash his hands, also brushing his teeth again.

he lied down and picked his phone up, looking at the time. 4:45 am. damn he should sleep. he rolled over facing his window, which was now dimly lit by the light of a passing car. he shut his eyes again. harry is all he could think about. he could taste milk chocolate and the smell of roses filled his nostrils as pinks swirled through his mind.

no more bad dreams.