Harry Styles has Dissociative Identity Disorder. (D.I.D)
This means he has five personalities with distinct memories and behaviour patterns existing in him.
Harry
Jake
Edward
Marcel
Noah
Louis Tomlinson is one of the most popular guys at University...
Louis woke up to his alarm in the morning after hitting the snooze button at least five times.
7am.
He always believed it was too early but if it was any later he wouldn't have time to have a shower, and Eleanor liked how soft his hair was when he'd had a shower in the morning.
So he was obviously going to have a shower in the morning.
He did as she liked and stepped into the warm water, washing himself and his hair. In 10 minutes he was finished in the bathroom, letting Lottie in, she seemed to be feeling better.
Half an hour later, Louis wished his little sister good luck in an exam she had in her third hour of college and left their flat, returning to his car in the lot outside.
It was a colder day than yesterday so he turned the heater up when he got in. Louis turned the keys as quick as he could, pulling out and driving away from their small estate.
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Louis looked down at his phone when he was at a red light, sighing and rolling his eyes. He made a U-turn and drove into a small corner shop that sold coffee.
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He texted her back and payed for his strong coffee. Thanking the cashier, Louis left the shop and got back in his car, trying not to get annoyed as he'd driven an extra 10 minutes to get Eleanor.
It then took 30 minutes and not 20 to get to school, meaning he was almost late.
Almost.
He got there with 3 minutes to spare thankfully, the traffic lights were on his side he believed.
Superstition was stupid though.
He jogged into the front doors and saw his friend group stood by the lockers, along with Eleanor. She caught sight of him and smiled, skipping over.
She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him before wrapping her thin arms around his waist. "Good morning."
"Morning love." He whispered into her hair, all their friends making fun but they were used to it by now.
"You feeling any better today?" "Yeh, I am thank you-"
She pulled back and coiled her fingers into his, leading him further away from their friends, Louis questioned it for a split second.
s p l i t
"Feel better enough to come to mine tonight?" Eleanor tilted her head and sprang a piece of hair that belonged behind her ear.
Louis widened his eyes and chuckled, finding her waist to pull her in closer to his chest.
"What would we be doing at yours?" The girl blushed and glanced down to her feet. "I think you know."
The bell rang.
At that exact moment.
Ruining their moment.
"I'll take that as a yes." Eleanor bit her lip and joined her girlfriends who were waddling in the opposite direction, giggling and chatting.
"I'll see you later." Louis was lovestruck and trying hard not to dribble as his eyes wondered up and down the back of his girlfriend. While he was glaring, he didn't even notice Niall running over to pounce on him.
The Irish lad pushed the other by the shoulders, destroying his trance. "You alright crazy eyes?" "She's so fucking hot mate." Niall shook his head and continued to laugh out load.
"Come on boner central, you'll be late to class." Louis hadn't even noticed the stretch in his pants, he rolled his eyes and painfully walked with Niall until they had to split for their separate lessons.
Niall continued down the corridor but Louis had to go down the stair case to get to his art lesson. He opened the door to the outside and his heart stopped almost instantly, his feet freezing him in his tracks.
Harry was leant against the brickwork of the university, a cigarette in between his plump lips, lightly being held by his first and second finger of his right hand while the other was pushed deep into his ripped jean pocket.
He was dressed in black leather and his hair hung down, lower than yesterday. Louis gulped and stepped out of the door frame, not losing sight.
After a few more seconds of an unbreakable stare, Louis gated over towards Harry, standing with him. "You smoke?"
Harry's piercing green eyes carved into Louis' as his stare bit back, creating a sculpture beyond beauty.
He kept it while he threw his cig on the floor and stamped it out with a boot. "No."
It was a simple, sarcastic answer before the dark mysterious boy vanished to his own class. Not giving Louis anything, not even a second glance or a smile.
Beyond Beauty
Louis was utterly bewildered and shocked at the sudden change, but then it hit him.
His own thoughts making him gulp yet again.
He may have been someone else. A resident An owner A person
An alter?
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