Everything is changing (Larry Stylinson)

chapter 1

Louis’ eyes fluttered open when a small beam of light peaked through the not entirely closed curtains. Today was going to be a beautiful day, the young noble could just feel it. He closed his eyes again, feeling himself relax in the complete silence. This silence was quite unusual, regarding the fact that Louis actually had servants following him all the time. And, though he had no problems with it whatsoever, the servants never seemed able to perform their duties quietly.

Louis sat up, fluffed up some of the many pillows behind his back and shut his eyes.
Soft chirping started outside, signalling Louis that soon the rest of the people in the maison would wake up.
Hey quickly slipped off his blanket and put on some comfy clothes. This was his morning routine. Nobody knew about it, except maybe for some of the servants he accidently bumped into occasionally. Louis just hoped they wouldn’t tell on him. His parents would probably lock him up in his room with five heavy books to read if they found out…Because morning walks in informal clothes were just not meant to be done by people like them. Louis rolled his eyes, as he always did when his parents would blurb out this kinds of nonsense.

During this train of thoughts, Louis had managed to silently tiptoe over the hardwood floor to the massive door leading to their even more massive garden. Louis could imagine how someone who had not been crawling through these rose beds for as long as he could remember, would easily get lost here.

Louis loved his morning walks. It was one of the few things that kept him from going insane. Because yes, sometimes Louis felt like he would lose his mind. Not because of the servants or something, no, Louis did not at all mind being served promptly. However the young noble just could not stand the entire ‘We are better than everybody else’ attitude which not only his parents, but also all their friends seemed to beam out. Louis wondered if the parents of these people would have had special kid books with pictures of farmers and craftsmen with the caption ‘peasant’ underneath it. He was pretty positive they had.

Louis could sit at his desk for hours, fantasising about what his life would have been like if he had been born in a different family. Would he have had brothers and sisters? He had no idea what having siblings was like. He was pretty sure they were a pain in the ass most of the time, but on the other hand he couldn’t help but feel a sting in his heart when thinking about this. Oh how often Louis had wished he would have had someone to talk to, someone against who could ramble on about anything, someone who would have built huts and tree houses with him in the enormous garden. But mostly someone who would always have been there for him, because that was a thing Louis had to deal with on an everyday base: loneliness. He had never talked about this to anyone. Ever. They wouldn’t understand him, they definitely wouldn’t. ‘Because what was there they complain about?’ people would say. They would point out the fact that he had everything he could ever wish for. All the luxury and richness some people could only dream of at night. But Louis could in no way explain to them that the only thing he really, really longed for, was a friend. And not one of these ‘pretend friends’ as Louis liked to call them. Someone who would just like him for who he was. Not his status or his money. Just a person who could make him smile in times of darkness, an1d someone he could go on midnight adventures with.

Also in the area of love, Louis was left cold. At nights he thought about what it would be like to have someone’s warm arms around you at night, to protect you from all bad and evil that would creep out when it turned dark, and all the light was gone.

Louis found himself back at the house sooner  than he had anticipated. There were some maidens scurrying around in their white aprons and black blouses. Just as Louis was about to greet them, he saw the posture of his mom appearing in the big window to the left.
Louis quickly lowered his already-half-raised hand.