Love Is Blind (Larry Stylinson)
Chapter One
Louis stared at the old house. You could tell it was originally white, but over many years, that paint had worn off to expose wood. The windows were fine, except the shutters were old and looked as if they'd fall off at any given moment.
He smiled at the fixer upper he just bought, his creative juices already flowing.
He walked inside the door, immediately leading him to a grand staircase.
A cold wind went down his spine, causing him to shiver. He took out his old, rugged leather journal with a pen. He walked upstairs, and turned left into an old room.
A balcony was on the far end, and a bed was pushed up against a corner of the room. Only leaves and paper covered the ground and there was no other furniture.
Louis was instantly curious about what could be on the papers. He walked over to one by the bed and picked it up, turning it over. It was a picture of a family that looked like it was in the early 1900's or late 1800's. There was a mother, who looked clearly sad, and a tall, large man with a big beard. He had a smirk on his face and his hand was on someone's shoulder unusually tight.
Louis' eyes followed downward where the hand was placed, to see a young boy, no older than sixteen or seventeen. He had curly hair the covered his ear and forehead. His round eyes were a bright shade of green. He held his mouth in an almost smile which exposed the faint indentations of dimples.
Next to him was another girl who looked older than the boy. Her hair was a bit wavy and you obviously tell she was related to the woman and the boy. She had the same shaped eyes, a different color.
The whole family, except the father, looked in pain....miserable.
Louis put the picture down, and walked to another nearby, he was about to pick it up when a sudden urge to drop it came over him.
Louis' body was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of absolute terror. He ran out, climbing into his car and driving away from the small forest the house was built in.
"I'll come back tomorrow. Something's wrong here" Louis spoke to himself. He turned on the radio radio to some soft rock, which helped calm his nerves.
Louis sighed, and took out his cell phone, pressing on the contact titled 'Liam'.
"Hey, Lou" Liam answered, happily. "How's the new house?"
Louis shuffled in his seat, still uneasy from the previous events.
"It's uhh.... ya' know, good" He stuttered out. Louis didn't want anyone to know anything about the house.
"That's good. When can I see it? I could invite Niall and we could go to dinner afterwards?" Liam suggested. Louis considered it for a moment. He thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad for them to have a quick tour tomorrow.
"Uh, yeah, sure, Liam. Meet me at my mums' house tomorrow at 6" Louis said, positioning the phone on his shoulder so he could drive down the twist, single road.
"Alright. Listen mate. Sophia will be here soon. I'm taking her to the movies. I'll see ya' tomorrow. Bye" Liam said.
Louis nodded, and with a few more words, the call was over, and Louis made his way down to his mums' home.
Harry watched the man climb out of his small vehicle. He loved his hair. It was a light brown color and feathery. The mans' cheekbones stood out against his pink, button nose from the bitter cold.
The man walked inside, almost straight through Harry. Harry saw the mans' dazziling blue eyes, and decided to call him 'Blue Eyes'. Blue Eyes went straight into Harry's old room. He could tell the man was observing. After a few minutes, Blue Eyes walked over the picture be his bed and picked it up. The man studies the picture of Harry's now-dead-family, pursing his lips slightly.
Blue Eyes was about to pick up the other paper, when Harry felt his step-presence with him.
See, Harry's step-father was possesive and controlling. He was an abusive and horrible man with no soul.
Harry wanted to stop Robin from scaring Blue Eyes away. Harry knew he'd be here often, which Harry had no problem with. Robin, on the other hand was furious.
Robin's rage rushed into Louis' aura, automatically sending him into panic.
Blue Eyes ran downstairs and into his vehicle.
Harry watched sadly, as the man drove away.
He smiled at the fixer upper he just bought, his creative juices already flowing.
He walked inside the door, immediately leading him to a grand staircase.
A cold wind went down his spine, causing him to shiver. He took out his old, rugged leather journal with a pen. He walked upstairs, and turned left into an old room.
A balcony was on the far end, and a bed was pushed up against a corner of the room. Only leaves and paper covered the ground and there was no other furniture.
Louis was instantly curious about what could be on the papers. He walked over to one by the bed and picked it up, turning it over. It was a picture of a family that looked like it was in the early 1900's or late 1800's. There was a mother, who looked clearly sad, and a tall, large man with a big beard. He had a smirk on his face and his hand was on someone's shoulder unusually tight.
Louis' eyes followed downward where the hand was placed, to see a young boy, no older than sixteen or seventeen. He had curly hair the covered his ear and forehead. His round eyes were a bright shade of green. He held his mouth in an almost smile which exposed the faint indentations of dimples.
Next to him was another girl who looked older than the boy. Her hair was a bit wavy and you obviously tell she was related to the woman and the boy. She had the same shaped eyes, a different color.
The whole family, except the father, looked in pain....miserable.
Louis put the picture down, and walked to another nearby, he was about to pick it up when a sudden urge to drop it came over him.
Louis' body was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of absolute terror. He ran out, climbing into his car and driving away from the small forest the house was built in.
"I'll come back tomorrow. Something's wrong here" Louis spoke to himself. He turned on the radio radio to some soft rock, which helped calm his nerves.
Louis sighed, and took out his cell phone, pressing on the contact titled 'Liam'.
"Hey, Lou" Liam answered, happily. "How's the new house?"
Louis shuffled in his seat, still uneasy from the previous events.
"It's uhh.... ya' know, good" He stuttered out. Louis didn't want anyone to know anything about the house.
"That's good. When can I see it? I could invite Niall and we could go to dinner afterwards?" Liam suggested. Louis considered it for a moment. He thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad for them to have a quick tour tomorrow.
"Uh, yeah, sure, Liam. Meet me at my mums' house tomorrow at 6" Louis said, positioning the phone on his shoulder so he could drive down the twist, single road.
"Alright. Listen mate. Sophia will be here soon. I'm taking her to the movies. I'll see ya' tomorrow. Bye" Liam said.
Louis nodded, and with a few more words, the call was over, and Louis made his way down to his mums' home.
Harry watched the man climb out of his small vehicle. He loved his hair. It was a light brown color and feathery. The mans' cheekbones stood out against his pink, button nose from the bitter cold.
The man walked inside, almost straight through Harry. Harry saw the mans' dazziling blue eyes, and decided to call him 'Blue Eyes'. Blue Eyes went straight into Harry's old room. He could tell the man was observing. After a few minutes, Blue Eyes walked over the picture be his bed and picked it up. The man studies the picture of Harry's now-dead-family, pursing his lips slightly.
Blue Eyes was about to pick up the other paper, when Harry felt his step-presence with him.
See, Harry's step-father was possesive and controlling. He was an abusive and horrible man with no soul.
Harry wanted to stop Robin from scaring Blue Eyes away. Harry knew he'd be here often, which Harry had no problem with. Robin, on the other hand was furious.
Robin's rage rushed into Louis' aura, automatically sending him into panic.
Blue Eyes ran downstairs and into his vehicle.
Harry watched sadly, as the man drove away.
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