Green || L.S

Louis hates a lot of things: he hates the way his sister plays Katy Perry to loud, hates the way Christmas over shadows his birthday, hates the big F that is on the front of every English essay he writes and even hates the way his charger only works at a certain angles, but nothing will ever compare to the amount of hate he has for the colour green.

He's not entirely sure why he despises that specific colour, it's not like it can help but be so bright and garish.

Actually, he does know exactly why he dislikes it so much.

It reminds him of the bogie that hung from his year six bully's nose, it's the colour of the ivy that gave him a terrible rash a few months back, the bright shade is all he can see when he gets forced to attend awkward camping trips with his dead beat dad and he finds it absolutely revolting when green veg infests his plate.

It simple to say he hates the colour green, that is until he locked eyes with Harry styles.