Ziaammayne Histoires

Louis is certain he's going batshit crazy. This year is making his head spin ridiculously fast and he wants to sincerely believe that he hates it, the feeling of living something that could be out of an euphoric movie or something- but he loves it. He doesn't even know how it all started, it happened in such a blur, waking up the morning after the New Years party with a stranger next to him in an unfamiliar bathtub probably took a few braincells of work to comprehend, and then going back to that stranger only two days later probably even more.