꧁𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 ꧂

𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?

your pov:
woah this house is so beautiful... i think to myself. it's only 4pm and it's slowly getting dark. i thought to myself whether i should just stay at home or go outside.

"i'll just look around and look at the house THEN go downstairs for a walk."
i said to myself in excitement.

i look around the beautiful house, already filled with all the furniture i needed. the tap ran warm and the cupboards were filled with all the bowls and cups i needed for cooking.

i'm so happy that my parents bought me this house, they're rich. very. but why would they buy me a house like this after i was a "disappointment"

clearly got confused by that but they probably didn't want me living homeless on the street in constant danger.

plus they're actually sending £20000 to my bank every month, which is too much, but i guess they just have left over money, and i'm not complaining, i don't need a job!

i look around the house for a bit and quickly unpack to my large wardrobe, after i'm done, i change into comfy warm clothes:

i loved this outfit so so much! it was my favourite.
remember that dude from the airport..
my mind still thought of that cute dude. i had to stop.

i sighed and left the house. as i left, the lady at the front desk said "that outfit is so cute!! but be careful outside it is quite cold and slippery" i smiled and thanked her.

as i left i immediately made my way to the park next to the flat, it wasn't a park, it was rather a field with many hills and benches, trees and snowmen build everywhere with the view of the london city... it was beautiful. i walked to the park slowly.

my hands in my pocket, phone in hand and i was just scrolling through instagram.

as i walked on the path through the park. i didn't quite see what was in front of me. but i did look up eventually to find another person with a hot drink in their hand.

they walked so fast.

"woah woah woah slow down!!!" i said quickly and softly, i didn't wan to shout and get everyone's attention.

they only looked up when they bumped into me and spilt their drink all over me. i could tell it was hot chocolate.

"OH MY GOD" the person said as i looked down on my stained jumper, now brown.

"are you serious?!" i said slightly raising my voice.

i looked up only to find the same boy that i saw on the airport.

he was just staring at my stained jumper.

we both stood there awkwardly. he didn't even bother looking up.

louis pov:

i looked up to see... that gorgeous girl i saw on the airport and couldn't get my eyes off, her e/c beautiful eyes, so vibrant and pretty. her perfectly sculpted face with that sharp jawline.. god she was a goddess at this point, not just a "pretty girl".