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America was different than what Louis had expected. It wasn't all happiness and the "American dream" isn't really cared for. His priorities were put last to those of an American which was expected since he couldn't properly speak English; his sentences were choppy and mainly incorrect.
Louis was expecting to be flown into America, taken into open arms of anyone that could help but instead was met with ignorant Americans.
He was ignored in places where he asked for directions and no one seemed to care that a French man was thoroughly confused and spoke little to no English. Of course there were people that helped, they did the best they could for a man who wasn't understanding much of what they were saying, yet they were patient and that's what Louis wanted; he wanted someone to be patient with him, he was fluent in French and didn't know what you were saying.
In his spare time, which was almost all the time since he couldn't find a job, he painted. He painted the reds and blues and greens of the many emotions, he painted the beautiful city and the meadows in the country. He loved that he could paint whatever he wanted and could always feel better no matter what was on the canvas.
Despite not having a job, Louis' parents sent him money so he could pay for his rent and supplies, he always had a lot extra and didn't know what to do with the cash that flowed in weekly.
He wanted someone to spend it on but with the way the Americans had pushed him to think he was garbage in their country, he thought he would never find anyone.
Louis still loved America, he didn't care how most of the people in it didn't spare him a glance when he desperately needed it. He loved the way some lived and he loved the many art stores they had.
Through art, he was living his own American dream.
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sorry this is short and kinda crappy dudes I wanna make it longer for when harry and Louis meet and keep it short in like their intros and stuff
Next chapter is harry and im going to try and update frequently bc I love french Louis and all that jazz bc bless
anyway hope you enjoyed!
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- nayeska 🌷
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artiste // larry
Fanfiction"Excusez-moi, savez-vous où est la peinture acrylique?" "What?" or where Louis is a French artist and Harry is aspiring American artist and they meet in the paint section at Michaels
