Shy||l.t. a.u.

day thirteen||part one

One year later

Till this day, I still write to you.

I still think your beautiful as I see your face constantly in my mind everyday.

It's an unhealthy obsession of you that won't go away and I know. I'm completely insane for still loving you for so long without barely even knowing you.

People say these types of things only happen movies, but no, I'm living it at this very moment and it's too painful to describe.

It'a painful because I'm in love with you and I never got to get you to be mine.

I never got to say everything I wanted to you.

Like, how beautiful you are.

Charming.

Funny.

I never got to get you to say 'I love you' back.

Just those three simple words is enough for me to come off those plump, cherry red lips that form words so perfectly.

This is the first letter I have written to you in a year and I need to tell you something.

I miss you so much.

Everyday your in my head and I never thought love could do such a thing to you really.

I feel so stupid.

So stupid for that first day in middle school.

Sixth grade.

You were in all my classes and once my eyes met your beautiful, brown irises, my heart leaped.

Literally leaped inside my rib cage from the beauty you hold.

I'm still that shy boy from sixth grade. Thinking your beautiful. And in love with you, Holland. Just older.Wiser.

Now noticing I should've finally made a move.

but I didn't.

I love you more than my words on this paper could ever describe.

Louis Tomlinson(former outcast)x

He drops the cigarette that was held between two fingers onto the pavement before stepping onto the fag, letting the black, toxic ashes cascade onto the rough sidewalk. A heavy sigh escapes past his thin, dry lips before he gets up and walks into the campus library. The cold atmosphere engulfs his body instantly once he enters through the double doors. Only silence is heard around him. So silent you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

The man doesn't go to any specific section but mostly inspects the place with his blue eyes, looking for any book that looks interesting to him. A sweaty hand runs through his untamed hair as he lets out a heavy sigh. He licks the chapped skin of his lips before reaching out and grabbing a book from the shelf on front of him. It's adorned in a blue covering black words beautifully imprinted onto it reading: 'The Fault In Our Stars'. He quietly opens up the book, scanning through the pages carefully. 

Louis shrugs before sticking it under his arm and walking through more shelves that are throughout the whole campus library. Louis' eyes widen when he hears his phone begin to ring and he quickly reaches in his back pocket, the book dropping to the floor with a loud thud, echoing through the building. "Shit." Louis curses as he tries to answer the call who is his mother. He eventually declines it before letting out a shaky breath past his lips and bending down to pick up the book.