Colors Are Over Rated (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)
Chapter One- Part 2
Eric's POV
As soon as we get inside Macy stalks off to her room and her parent's worried gazes follow her. They worry too much, it's evident on their faces. I was told that Macy wasn't always like this. She used to be a carefree child that wasn't afraid to be who she is but that all changed one day in the third grade. No explanation, just that she came home and from that day forth her walls built up high and strong.
As I step into my room I hear Macy's beautiful voice seeping through the walls. When she sings it feels like the whole stops to listen. When she sings is the only time she lets loose.
I take in her angelic voice some more and then head to the bathroom to wash up. When I look in the mirror I jump slightly, forgetting what I look like now. My sparkling blue eyes have been replaced by emerald green ones and my light chocolate hair is now a raven color. I've looked like this for a year now but the freckles on my face still come as a surprise to me. I wanted to start fresh, a new life where I can be judged by my personality not who I appear to be. I asked a friend to give me a makeover and she did a darn good job. The freckles are some kind of salutation that can't be removed without rubbing alcohol, the eyes , contacts and my hair is simply died. As soon as a new persona was dreamed up Eric was born and the old me died.
*Flashback*
I hate seeing everyone I knew cry over my casket, thinking that I am inside. I see the people I love cry for me and a small dagger is plunged into my heart. I just want to scream.
"I'm still here! Guys please believe me!" I tried to cry out but no sound escaped.
When I saw the boys with tears on their cheeks and the dagger is driven deeper. Niall drops to the ground in, wailing in agony, and my heart does the same.
"How could you?" a voice in the back of my head hisses at me. " You're hurting everyone you love just because of one selfish wish. Good job."
The said thing, he's right. I did this. It's all my fault.
*Flashback Ends*
That's right. I'm Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. I attended my own funeral with real-fake tears in my eyes. Nobody knows I'm still alive except for Simon. He's the one who told everyone I am dead. They said it was suicide, that I couldn't handle the presser of fame.
After my funeral I went back to my home town to look for a job. I wasn't allowed to keep in contact with anyone from my old life so it was excruciating to be in the same town as my family but I wake up every morning. I have to, for Macy. I care for her too much to let her go even if she has no feelings for me in return.
I return from my trance and trudge back to my room. As soon as I touch it, my phone buzzes and I chuckle.
"Woah Lou you do have super powers!" Harry would have said and we all would have laughed in return.
I suck in a breath as a wave of longing racks my body. It felt like a low blow. Maybe this was a sick joke. Maybe if I wake up Harry will be on the couch in his boxers and Niall will be in the kitchen scavenging for food.
"You did this," the voice tells me. "You wanted out and you got it."
Without even thinking, I dial Zayn's number and he picks up on the third ring.
"Hello," he says, sounding miserable. It doesn't even sound like a question, more like a instinct.
"Hi," I reply simply.
"Louis?" he asks, sounding ten times happier.
"Um, no. This is his cousin, Eric. I was calling to see how you're taking his passing. After all you were like brothers,"
"Ugh. Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I think, mentally kicking myself.
"Oh," he says, going back to the tone he had before. " Well I guess I'm okay. It's not the same without Lou, ya know? H-he always was just so damn funny and he made everyone in the room happy with just a smile. He was the glue."
Zayn was clearly crying at this time and it tore at my heart like lion claws. Was I really that important?
"H-how are the other boys?" I ask, stuttering.
"Not great," he says with a sigh & a sniff. "Niall refuses smile or laugh and hardly ever eats, Harry won't leave Lou's room and Liam tries to cheer everyone else up which just makes ever thing worse because you can that he's hurting just as bad as the rest of us."
"Is there anything I can do?" I ask, the tears finally spilling.
"No. I don't think there is. We'll have to hang out sometime though. Any cousin of Louis is a cousin of mine," I can almost see his fake smile on this face.
"Zayn, wipe that stupid smile off before I reach through this bloody phone and smack it off," I sass.
What happens next I thought would never happen in a million eyes. Zayn laughed. A real one.
"Gosh you sound like Louis. Hey, if you're ever in London stop by my flat. I'm sure you know where it is. Everyone does," he says with a snicker. I laugh and hear a knock at my door.
"Hey look mate, I'd love to stay and chat but I have to go. I'll take you up on that offer."
We say curt, small goodbyes and I end the call.
"Come in!" I call and two seconds later Macy's head peaks out from behind my door.
"Dinner's ready," she says, sounding as miserable as Zayn. I get off my beach and make my way to the door but Macy's voice stops me.
"Um, Eric."
"Yes, Macy?"
"You might wanna put on some trousers." she says pointing downward.
It is then that I realize that I'm just in my boxers.
"And a shirt," she adds.
Opps. Well this is awkward.
"Um, give me two minutes and I'll be down. You can go ahead," I tell her but befor ethe last words can escape my lips she turns and leaves.
"Well then," I mumble to myself. "Looks like I'll be walking alone."
As soon as we get inside Macy stalks off to her room and her parent's worried gazes follow her. They worry too much, it's evident on their faces. I was told that Macy wasn't always like this. She used to be a carefree child that wasn't afraid to be who she is but that all changed one day in the third grade. No explanation, just that she came home and from that day forth her walls built up high and strong.
As I step into my room I hear Macy's beautiful voice seeping through the walls. When she sings it feels like the whole stops to listen. When she sings is the only time she lets loose.
I take in her angelic voice some more and then head to the bathroom to wash up. When I look in the mirror I jump slightly, forgetting what I look like now. My sparkling blue eyes have been replaced by emerald green ones and my light chocolate hair is now a raven color. I've looked like this for a year now but the freckles on my face still come as a surprise to me. I wanted to start fresh, a new life where I can be judged by my personality not who I appear to be. I asked a friend to give me a makeover and she did a darn good job. The freckles are some kind of salutation that can't be removed without rubbing alcohol, the eyes , contacts and my hair is simply died. As soon as a new persona was dreamed up Eric was born and the old me died.
*Flashback*
I hate seeing everyone I knew cry over my casket, thinking that I am inside. I see the people I love cry for me and a small dagger is plunged into my heart. I just want to scream.
"I'm still here! Guys please believe me!" I tried to cry out but no sound escaped.
When I saw the boys with tears on their cheeks and the dagger is driven deeper. Niall drops to the ground in, wailing in agony, and my heart does the same.
"How could you?" a voice in the back of my head hisses at me. " You're hurting everyone you love just because of one selfish wish. Good job."
The said thing, he's right. I did this. It's all my fault.
*Flashback Ends*
That's right. I'm Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. I attended my own funeral with real-fake tears in my eyes. Nobody knows I'm still alive except for Simon. He's the one who told everyone I am dead. They said it was suicide, that I couldn't handle the presser of fame.
After my funeral I went back to my home town to look for a job. I wasn't allowed to keep in contact with anyone from my old life so it was excruciating to be in the same town as my family but I wake up every morning. I have to, for Macy. I care for her too much to let her go even if she has no feelings for me in return.
I return from my trance and trudge back to my room. As soon as I touch it, my phone buzzes and I chuckle.
"Woah Lou you do have super powers!" Harry would have said and we all would have laughed in return.
I suck in a breath as a wave of longing racks my body. It felt like a low blow. Maybe this was a sick joke. Maybe if I wake up Harry will be on the couch in his boxers and Niall will be in the kitchen scavenging for food.
"You did this," the voice tells me. "You wanted out and you got it."
Without even thinking, I dial Zayn's number and he picks up on the third ring.
"Hello," he says, sounding miserable. It doesn't even sound like a question, more like a instinct.
"Hi," I reply simply.
"Louis?" he asks, sounding ten times happier.
"Um, no. This is his cousin, Eric. I was calling to see how you're taking his passing. After all you were like brothers,"
"Ugh. Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I think, mentally kicking myself.
"Oh," he says, going back to the tone he had before. " Well I guess I'm okay. It's not the same without Lou, ya know? H-he always was just so damn funny and he made everyone in the room happy with just a smile. He was the glue."
Zayn was clearly crying at this time and it tore at my heart like lion claws. Was I really that important?
"H-how are the other boys?" I ask, stuttering.
"Not great," he says with a sigh & a sniff. "Niall refuses smile or laugh and hardly ever eats, Harry won't leave Lou's room and Liam tries to cheer everyone else up which just makes ever thing worse because you can that he's hurting just as bad as the rest of us."
"Is there anything I can do?" I ask, the tears finally spilling.
"No. I don't think there is. We'll have to hang out sometime though. Any cousin of Louis is a cousin of mine," I can almost see his fake smile on this face.
"Zayn, wipe that stupid smile off before I reach through this bloody phone and smack it off," I sass.
What happens next I thought would never happen in a million eyes. Zayn laughed. A real one.
"Gosh you sound like Louis. Hey, if you're ever in London stop by my flat. I'm sure you know where it is. Everyone does," he says with a snicker. I laugh and hear a knock at my door.
"Hey look mate, I'd love to stay and chat but I have to go. I'll take you up on that offer."
We say curt, small goodbyes and I end the call.
"Come in!" I call and two seconds later Macy's head peaks out from behind my door.
"Dinner's ready," she says, sounding as miserable as Zayn. I get off my beach and make my way to the door but Macy's voice stops me.
"Um, Eric."
"Yes, Macy?"
"You might wanna put on some trousers." she says pointing downward.
It is then that I realize that I'm just in my boxers.
"And a shirt," she adds.
Opps. Well this is awkward.
"Um, give me two minutes and I'll be down. You can go ahead," I tell her but befor ethe last words can escape my lips she turns and leaves.
"Well then," I mumble to myself. "Looks like I'll be walking alone."
Notes
~*~*~*~Hello there! This is part dos! (some spanish for you. You're welcome)
Anyways! The next part will be up ASAP!!!!!!
<3 Stay Beautiful <3
~Holly
11/12/13