You've got that cat thing***

Cause you've got that cat thing***

Seeing the blue-eyed brunette sitting on the edge of the bed.

That's when I ran.

And never looked back.

Because I felt the love I had for him.

And it scared me.

So I ran.

~

-5 years later-

Here I am, still rich. 

A photographer.

Temporarily in France.

Still bald.

It seems that my curls would never grow back.

I was grateful though, it was something that reminded me of him and I didn't want them.

Then I caught a glimpse of a magazine.

"Louis Tomlinson, de la Colombie-boys band irlandais "One Direction" et le jour du mariage de sa petite amie Eleanor 6 années Calder: AUJOURD'HUI!"

I hadn't completely understood the caption, I had a faint idea though.

So I ran.

So fast.

Just like I had, exactly 5 years ago.

I went to the airport and bought a one way ticket back to London.

No matter how many times I dent it.

I love him.

So as I him smiling at the altar with a tall leggy brunette in his arm, I back off.

I sob.

And I realized.

The dream I had before I ran that day 5 years ago.

Precious.

Cat.

Blue Bonfire.

Stripes.

Louis.

He has that one thing, that one precious thing.

My unconditional and irrevocable love.

Though unrequited.

It stands strong.

And it's what's most precious to me.

I stare at the train that was now fast approaching me, I reminisce all the times I had with Lou.

Good and Bad.

As the memory of the kiss comes into my mind.

I see it in detail.

I felt it.

His love.

He loved me back.

I smiled...

...then nothing

THE END. :'( x