Runaway Baby (Lilo Shots)

"i just love the stars, dont you?" ➡ lilo

Excerpt: "I just love the stars, don't you?"

EVER since I was little, all I was ever fascinated with was the stars. The way they glistened, the way they shined, the light they cast upon the ground. I couldn't really explain to anyone when I was younger how much I loved the night and why. I loved the night because of the stars and so did he.

The stars were my escape. They made me happy and took me away from my crazy reality. I had to be responsible and mature all my life. For them. For my family, but I simply could never uphold their standards. I loved my family. I really did, but sometimes I just wanted to walk away from it all. I wanted to just live the life of someone else's, but when I laid on the ground in the grass and looked at the sky and saw their stars, I felt at peace. I could never explain it exactly, but I just loved it.

I always wondered what it'd be like to be a star. I want to be a star. I still do, but I'm just an ordinary twenty four year old man that acts like a child and has an obsession with the stars in the sky. Maybe someone out there feels the same. Maybe somewhere out there, someone loves the stars just as much as I do. I hope to meet someone who will understand me, but in the twenty three years of my life, I have yet to meet a person that doesn't think loving the stars is crazy.

I walked along my favorite field. The field with the best view of the stars. The feeling of the warm air brushing on my skin, the sun beating down on me, and just taking in the beauty of it all is what I loved most. I loved just being able to capture the beauty of everything; the stars lighting up the sky, the way the trees dancing in the breeze, how the creek glistened with light, or how the flowers flew in the wind. It was simply breathtaking the way I saw life. No one else seemed to see it that way. They called me stupid for my head to work out this way.

When I was a little boy, completely oblivious to the reality of the world, I tried to get people to see what I saw. I tried to make them divulge in the true beauty of the world, but they always said that I was stupid, oblivious, naive, and gullible. My own father said the same things too. He wondered why I wasn't like an average little boy, why I wasn't flirting with girls or playing football. Instead I was either reading, singing, or at my field. My field of wonder, as I liked to call it.

It was hard as a child. With my father calling me a mistake, a disappointment, at school being bullied and picked on every day of my life, never actually having a real friend, unless the stars counted. That was my childhood. Hurt.

As I finally neared the center of the field, there I noticed was someone. A man maybe my age, gazing up at the stars that had just started littering the sky. I walked over and asked, "Who are you?"

He looked over at me and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges, "Liam Payne. And you?"

"L-Louis Tomlinson." I stuttered, cursing under my breath for sounding like an idiot.

"A shy one, aren't you?" He guessed, his voice etched with confidence. Completely different from my small and inconveniently opinionated voice.

"A little bit. What are you doing here, though?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm here to watch the stars. This field has the best view." He explained, laying down on the grass.

"You like the stars?" I questioned.

"I just love the stars, don't you?"

"Yes, actually. The stars tell so much to me. They're much more than little lights in the sky. It may seem a little stupid, but to me, those stars are the souls of the forgotten that get to shine down on us to remind us that they're more than a star." I said, lying next to him.

"Really? You think that?" He asked, never looking at me in the eye.

"Yep."

"I think that the stars are the most important people in the world. That they are the ones that did things unimaginable and that is their recognition. The star is their trophy. Never forgotten and always in the sky." He said, turning his head to look at me.

"That's actually an amazing theory. What important people are up there, you think?" I asked.

"Albert Einstein, Elvis Presley, Whitney Houston, every soldier that died in their service. All those amazing people that died, but made a difference in our world. What do you think?" He questioned.

"Maybe John Lennon. Abraham Lincoln, John F. Kennedy. All those amazing people that were a role model for us." I said.

"I like the way your mind works." He hinted, smiling at me.

"I like yours too." I said, blushing a bit.

We continued talking and hours later and he got up from the ground and said, "Well, I must be going Louis. It was really nice to meet someone who understands my love for the stars. Call me."

He handed me a slip of paper, folded over and ran away. As soon as I saw he was gone, I open the piece of paper.

Keep Smiling, beautiful.

You are my star.

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Love,

Liam.

I smiled and walked my way home. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there was someone out there in the world that loved the stars just as much as me and understood. Maybe his name was Liam and maybe he was my knight in shining armor.