Louis...
When 3am rolls around I am beyond tired. I clock out and head straight for my car without saying a word to anyone. It's not like I'm being rude or anything, everybody here is practically half asleep anyway and are just waiting to get to the little amount of sleep they already know is coming. Myself included. I head to my 2001 Acura which is one of the few cars still left in the deserted parking lot. Not everyone NEEDS overtime but I can't afford not to take it. I live about half an hour away from my job so It's definitely going to be a long drive, I just hope the roads are clear. About 14 minutes into the drive I see a sign telling me to take a detour and the expected added time is about 10 minutes.
At this point I can't even find the energy to be pissed, I just can't wait to go to sleep. As soon as I get home I see my dog Clifford. He knows by now that when I get home that I don't have enough energy to even half-ass play so we just compromise for a good petting and a late night snack. I head to the kitchen for a quick ham sandwich, sparing a few slices to Clifford of course. Before I head to my mom's room to see if she's ok to find her already fast asleep. Normally I'd go through the whole bedroom routine but if I don't get into bed soon the floor will have to do for the night. I honestly can't even remember the last time I dreamt long enough to fully enjoy it, this was definitely not one of those times.
* I enter a coffee shop that I recognize as the one I always pass on my way to work. I went in once but for the most part I don't really have the time to anymore. Before I can actually order something the woman behind the counter hands me a muffin and a green tea. Seeing as how this is probably what I would've ordered anyway I just say my thanks and walk away. Since I don't seem to be much in control I just go where my feet carry me. I end up going towards a head of gorgeous brown chocolate curls and setting the food down in front of him. Hm...maybe this is a date, I've been meaning to do that anyway. "Thanks babe." I instantly freeze because did he..? Babe? Errr ok. I turn to him because I guess we should probably clarify that we aren't exactly on those terms yet.
I open my mouth, not really sure what I'm about to say but I do know that it wasn't what came out. "You don't have to say thanks every time babe." Okay, not exactly what I was going for. Why in the world did I say every time? I've never seen this guy before. Come to think of it I still haven't seen this guy, his head's been down the whole time. I guess babe isn't that big of a deal though, as long as this doesn't go too far. "I just wanna make sure you know I appreciate my lou-bear." See that's a wonderful example of too far, I guess it really is time we lay down some ground rules here, maybe even exchange names first! "I appreciate you too Hazza." What in the name of all that is carrots! Why the hell did I say that?! And why the hell did I like it? I have no idea what's happening right now but while in my head I am totally freaking out about this, another part of me feels totally comfortable.
For some reason doing these things with this gorgeous haired man is not as alarming as it should be. It's almost....natural. I do think that seeing his face would help a whole lot here so I move my hand with the intention of moving back his curtain of curls only to find that his hand had already been taken by mine. This is getting out of hand (get it?), honestly, what the heck is going on with me. The weird thing is that not only is he also not bothered by this, but he seems to be fascinated. I don't really wanna disturb him though, he looks so entranced. After a while he begins to trace my tattoos, starting with the crossbones, then the my house of cards bracelet, and finally the 28 on my fingers. No one's ever really looked twice ever since i've had them, just simply pointed out that they looked cool and moved on.
I should probably look away before he gets the wrong idea about me and think I'm some creep or something. It has to be at least 15 minutes before I hear my watch effectively breaking the trance we'd been stuck in. I'm sad to have to go but I know that my boss is quick to fire who even thinks about not following the rules to the letter, or in this case the second. Since everything i've done so far has been completely out of my control what I do next isn't even that surprising. I pull the boy from his chair into my arms and give him a quick peck on the cheek. Yep, that happened. I can't really dwell on it too much though because if I don't hit the road in the next 30 seconds the odds of being on time will not be in my favor.
I'm halfway to the door before I hear it, "Love you, have a great day!" His voice is so ridiculously deep, but THAT was weird. I should at least say thank you or something I mean I don't wanna be rude, "Love you too!" WHAT THE FUCK!.* I woke up thinking that was oddly.....great actually and something like how I would want an actual date to go. A lot better than my experience so far that's for sure. Looking back on it the only thing that's gone wrong for the most part is the fact the I never actually saw his face, Just my luck really, an ideal date and it was probably some sort of symbolism on how my perfect guy doesn't actually exist. Of course I would have liked a little more mind to mouth communication but I'll take what I can get. Now though I'm gonna take myself back to sleep, I already know it's gonna be a long shift. What I did next probably won't shock you if you've kept up so far. I fell asleep with a green eyed curly haired boy on my mind. Sue me :)
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Yay! Third chapter down and however many to go. I'm still not positive about how long this is gonna be but thank you to everyone who has read it this far and voted/commented every single one is much appreciated. Feel free to message me about ideas or anything regarding the story or if you just wanna talk, i'm always up for that. Anyway I hope you've enjoyed Dreaming Fate thus far and again I don't really set goals for myself but I never take more than a month. So keep your eyes open (or add it to your library *hint* *hint*) and I love you all.
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Dreaming Fate
FanfictionThe au where fate plays matchmaker and life likes to screw people over. Louis has too much responsibility and dreams up the perfect pair of green eyes. Harry is stuck at the wrong job and can't get the guy with the 28 tattoo out of his head. Theres...