LH Collections

[2] Habit

Song inspiration: Habit (Louis Tomlinson)

You're the habit that I can't break
You're the feeling I can't put down
You're the shiver that I can't shake

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Louis has always been fascinated with broken things.

When he was young, he would prefer to get his toys from scraps in the nearby dumpsite and fix it himself. Broken toy trucks with missing wheels, cracked action figures and unstuffed teddy bears that he would excitedly bring back to their house despite her mother's clear confusion. They had bought him new and still unboxed toys, but Louis paid no mind to it, he continued bringing in broken toys which he would happily fix.

Despite his parents not understanding his need for taking home junk, they decided to just support him and buy him the necessary tools and equipment to keep him safe.

As he grew, toys started becoming clothes, old rags he would find lying around will become an amazing dress shirt or a blouse. After clothes came appliances, old vintage tv sets from the antique store and even vintage vending machines that he found at the junk shop.

Louis would get them and fix it, making it seem brand new.

He didn't exactly know when it started but one day, he found himself getting drawn to people.

Not necessarily broken people but sad people.

He would find himself cracking jokes whenever one of his friends or siblings were upset, he would approach a random stranger who seemed a little down and offer things that would wipe the frown off their faces.

Sometimes he would achieve the task of getting a smile but most times it would end up with an aggressive threat to call the police. Louis knew the risk though, he was still a stranger and approaching someone who was enjoying some peace and quiet can cause misunderstandings, but he couldn't help himself.

The idea that behind those sad faces lies a beautiful smile makes him risk being handed a restraining order.

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It was a rainy Saturday evening when Louis met Harry.

It wasn't a spontaneous even which unraveled but rather an argument between a man and a woman in the middle of a club where most people ignored them but had caught Louis' attention.

The woman was shouting and pushing the guy away, it wasn't a physical fight, but Louis can only imagine the words coming out of her mouth as every time she spoke, the man's face fell even more. It was true that some words can inflict more pain than being punched.

Like every argument which he had witnessed before, the woman left, leaving a man with broken pieces on the floor.

Louis can hear the voices of his mother, his best friends and all of those which cared for him to just look away, ignore and never meddle in other people's business but there was an evident pull, a string which or a magnet which evidently made him walk towards the man.

"Hey man, are you okay?" Louis asked.

The stranger who Louis is not supposed to be talking looked up from the floor where his gaze was intently focused on and stared at Louis in confusion.

The first thing Louis noticed were his eyes, the dark atmosphere in the club should have made it difficult for Louis to properly see but the momentary flash of strobe lights gave him the opportunity to stare at green eyes, red rimmed and empty.

Louis' heart had skipped a bit.

"Do I know you?" the stranger asked in confusion.

"No, my name is Louis." Louis answered, if it was a little breathless, the stranger didn't seem to notice.