And Our Fingers Become Our Voices

Hey guys! So this whole writing thing is new so just bare with me here and if you love it great, if you don't, well I am the sun and you are the shade so bye.

Chapter 1

-Harry POV-

The beeping of an alarm clock was barely audible over the deep snores that emerged from the large bed in the corner of the room. The owner of the beast like sounds was lost somewhere between deep sleep and a coma. The beeping became louder and more apparent as he stirred and threw a pillow over his head to drown out the sound. Some where in his subconcious he was screaming at himself to wake up. Why was the clock on... it was never on..unless. "SHIT I'M LATE!" Harry cried, as he half ran half jumped out of bed, knocking agiasnt his dresser, upsetting a picture frame or two. He ran a hand through his hair, shoved a tooth brush into his mouth and turned on the shower all within one swift move. As he stood there waiting for the water to be hot and tending to his morning breath, his thoughts were interrupted by the screaming of the alarm clock that had quite enough of the morning himself. He made a quick move to turn off the alarm, when he fell head over heels due to the picture that had fallen during the morning dash. Harry muttered a few choice words as he hit his arm hard into the side of the bed, and hitting the alarm with the other. THe room fell silent and he knew that today would not go as planned. None the less, with the room quiet and the gentle sounds of the shower in the back ground, he picked him self up nursing his hurt arm as a deep bruise began to form where he hit it. He stripped himself of his clothes and carried on with his rushed moves as he showered, fixed his hair and made his way to the closet where he dawned a sweater and black jeans, perfect for the chilling morning. With one last look in the mirror and a wink to himself, Harry grabbed and apple, his keys, his bag and made his way to his car as he made the long drive to the place he dreaded the most.

-Louis POV-

The early morning sun began to seep through the curtains that were drawn across the window. The room was silent and the comforter slowly rose and fell with each breath that stirred from the boy beneath. The sun now making a ray on his pillow hit his eyes as the beeping of a clock struck the room, echoing through. The boy made a grunt of tiredness and sat up, eyes half opening blinking hard against the morning sun. He hit the alarm as he did every morning and stretched, little dinosaur sounds escaping his lips making him giggle to himself. He ran a hand through his already messed up tumble of hair and rubbing his eyes to make the sleep go away. Reaching over to the bedside table he grabbed his glasses and blinked as the morning became clear. Louis laid back down and seeing what time it was realized he had plenty of time before needing to get up. He scrolled through his phone carelessly like he did every morning until something amused him and he laughed to himself, making the quiteness of the morning seem less lonely. Deciding it was about time to get up (and because of the morning breath he could still taste) he pulled back the covers to begin his morning. As Louis reached down to pull back the covers an old coloring in his arm caught his eye. He stared at it as a little dark purple bruise began to form infront of his eyes. He felt no pain, nor was there anyway this could have happened. Once it seemed the coloring had stopped a bright bruise was left there. "How Curious?" He thought to himself, and with that he began his morning like he did any other day. With a curt nod to himself in the mirror, Louis kept looking at the bruise on his arm still wondering how it got there. Without any thought he showered, spent the needed time getting his hair perfect (as it needed to be) and dressed in the tight sweater he knew made him look good. It was known he liked showing himself off, and Louis could admit he liked being the center of attention. Glancing at the time he made his way to the kitchen, grabbed some toast one of his many family members had left behind and went to the garage where his car waited to take him to school early that morning. With a slight drop of his stomach and a smirk on his face, he made his way to meet his usual morning target.

So heres the begging and i have a bunch of ideas for how I want the story to go. If anyone has any ideas I would love to hear them! Thanks!!