His eyes were a weird shade of green. A shade that reminded you of a forest. a forest washed up in rain, glistening in the golden sun. Bright yet soft at the same time. And Louis wanted to get lost in them. Wanted to take it all out and splatter it on a canvas. Wanted to know every stroke of the man that stood in front of him. Too bad he was shit at forming words. or where, Louis Tomlinson liked to paint and suddenly, all he could ever paint was Harry Styles.

One where tatted and pierced up Louis stumbles upon a strange boy who likes pink sweaters and pretty flower crowns. He sort of changes his life, and Louis can't help but be sort of grateful. Filled with giggles, tears, and new discoveries; A story of first loves, and terrifying beginnings.

❝What's a 'Lost Boy'?❞ ❝You're a Lost Boy!❞ ❝But... I'm not lost?❞

"You are so, uhm . . . parfait." Harry says, blushing slightly when Louis gives him a confused look. "What?" Louis asks, glancing at Liam who has his eyebrows scrunched together and is glaring at Harry. "Perfect . . . This guy called you perfect, Lou." Liam states sternly, crossing his arms and looking at Harry. "Oh," Louis blushes a bright pink. "Merci." he thanks the green eyed boy, Harry grinning, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh hell-" Liam gets up from his seat and walks over to Louis, pulling him back and kissing his boyfriend roughly. [bottom!harry] © pleasurelouis, 2015 - 2016

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