Louis balled up his fists into the sleeves of his autofluorescent pink sweater, leaving his perception down to the ground and avoiding any eye contact. His skin compressed, floral skinnies matched the roses atop of his head and his pale skin brought out the vivid profane blue colour of his eyes. Louis was a very appealing person, almost too appealing. His character came out to be angelic and cherubic-like, his emotions are frail and his voice is powerless. But Louis always seems to roam through the halls with a look of worry plastered upon his face. Though Louis Tomlinson comes out to be the explanation of a touristy person whom everyone would love and adore, he isn't. He's actually quite the opposite. Louis is known as the weird kid who sits alone or the eldritch boy who wears those uncanny flowers on top of his head. It's gone so far to saying he's unearthly. That is until he meets the beloved Harold Styles. Harry, the perfect and unadulterated athletic bloke whom has friends to the highest degree. His life is something your eyes would capture in only a dream or a cliché movie. His movie. His movie with Louis Tomlinson.
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just because he's different :: l.s.
Fan Fiktion"What? Who's that?" "Louis Tomlinson. He's such a freak." Or where Louis Tomlinson likes pink frilly things and Harry wants people to accept that. P.S. This was written a few years ago when I was a dumb little fuck and couldn't write for shit ENJOY...