Old Perfume // Larry Stylinson

Louis' been on the run his entire life in search of where he came from; where is parents are, and more importantly, who they are. But it's a mystery he believes he'll never be able to unfold until he comes across a box of old photographs tucked far away in the basement of his grandparents home, who he lives with. He's an exaggerated version of surprised when he sees rather explicit photos of this mother, and learns that she used to work in a brothel, as for his father, well, that part remains a mystery. Louis keeps the photos hidden in his bedroom until he decides to keep running. So he leaves on foot into the streets of London to find the brothel, with nothing but the photographs, money, and the bottle of old perfume his mother left behind. It turns out the building that his mother used to work in has been long abandoned and now taken over by a group of grungy looking teenagers who all have somewhat of the same background. And a specific curly haired boy who smokes too much for his own good is the reason why Louis can't go back home, and the reason he spends his nights sleeping on only a comforter on concrete flooring.