It's a cold winter day, the kind where everyone stays inside, holed up with their hot chocolate and their Netflix accounts, taking pictures for their Tumblrs and Snapchats. It's like kind of cold that chills you to the bone, until a warm hug or some nice tea and a heated blanket. But Louis didn't have those things. No, he had a bench in the park, a ratty old pair of vans a half a size too small, a jumper, a pair of dirty sweatpants, and a old MP3 player. Not even an Ipod. He also has severe depression, and voices that want him to jump off the pretty cliff two miles down the dirty path. They promise food, and a warm home, if he would just jump.
'just jump' they'd endlessy chant in his head. Never letting him rest, or get a moment of peace. And it looked tempting, standing out on that edge, looking down into the freezing cold water. But he couldn't do that. He promised Niall he'd never do that. Then again, Niall left, so is that promise already broken? He doesn't know. He can't think that hard, not today. He needed sleep. And so back to the ever so warm and comfy park bench it was. Using his arms as a pillow, and his jumper as a blanket, Louis fell into a fitfull sleep.
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The Bench.
FanfictionI think everyone is broken, in their own ways. No one is truly happy, not all the time. But Louis? Well, he's just broken and doesn't know how to put his broken parts back together. Not until a certain giraffe comes into play. *SELF HARM TRIGGER WA...
