Slavery

Chapter 2

Hello, friend, 

It is currently 4:04am 

I am trying to go to sleep because I start the first day of my second quarter tommorow. And because, well, I have school tommorow.

But there is something keeping me awake. 

It is this empty feeling taking over my body. 

Moments like this I wish I had some one. Yes this is when some body mentions the "love of there life" in context as they miss them so fucking much because they havent seen in other in two hours and they are "so in love" that they cant spend a moment with out each other.

I view the world differently, friend.

See, love is game, you make wrong moves and right moves, you win or you loose, you have fun, or you die of misery as you watch every body win.

But in games you can just start over, you cant do that in the real world. 

I know I sound judgemental but honestly, I'm just a scrawny kid with a strong opinion.

Back to the point. 

Lately I have been more alone, and depressed then usual, I told my aunt about Harry. 

She told me to be careful as if she thought I would make him actually aware of my exsistance. 

Needlesss to say she was completely wrong.

She thinks since its high school I will meet the love of my life as well, and settle down and all that fun stuff.

But I dont like to think about it, even though I find myself slipping into the harsh thought of the warmth of some body's skin against yours as you lay together, just enjoying the simplicity of each other's company. 

But I'm Louis tomlinson and he's Harry Styles.

I will probably find myself saying this a million times, but i'm not really the type of person people "fall in love" with.