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No One's Here to Sleep

It Began To Seem Brighter

Louis opened his eyes and let the bright morning sun seep through the window and into his tired eyes. He groaned, rubbed his eyes and rolled over on his stomach, sighing at the chill the sheets of his bed provided. From outside the window, Louis heard the small chirp of a bird, quiet enough not to be a bother, but just enough to make him smile. He was suddenly curious about the bird. He needed to know more about this bird and what it looked like, how it flew. With a sudden impulse, he jumped from his bed and ran to his living room where his bag rested on the couch. After grabbing his notebook, he picked up a pen from the table and ran back to his room. He got as close as he could to the window before opening the blinds and peering out into the city. On his balcony, a small blue jay sat perched on the railing. He smiled and began writing.


"Such an important thing it is; innocence. From the quiet cry of a baby, wishing for his mother's touch, to the screeching crow, calling for his dinner. I sit and watch you sit on your branch for the time being, just taking in everything around you, fluttering your wings at the rush of wind through your feathers. I see that innocence in you. In the way you sit there, waiting for something. Your naïve mind waiting for something marvelous. Something magical to happen to you, but in reality, you're probably going to fly away and never look back, forgetting about the moment of innocence where you thought something would come to you. And when you leave, you'll be naïve again, in another place. But then you look at things. You look at objects in the world like they are worth so much more than they might be. You admire things. You're a symbol for these kinds of things, innocence."

And then the bird was gone.

And Louis was left to wonder what the bird had been thinking about. A small, blue jay.
But then the loud ring of Louis' phone rang through the house, causing his heart to flutter and his stomach flip in all directions. It hadn't even been a full twenty-four hours since Louis had seen the curly haired boy, but already, he was smitten. Constantly smiling as he fell asleep the night before, and then that same smile lighting up his face as he walked through the apartment to retrieve his cell phone that was still laying on the couch from the previous night.

"Hello?" Louis answered, knowing very well who was calling.

"Morning, Louis," Harry said on the other line. Louis could see his smile through the phone.

"Would you have just kept calling until I answered?" Louis asked. Harry chuckled from the speaker.

"I might have," Harry replied. "So I was thinking," He began.

"I'm listening," Louis stated. Harry laughed and continued.

"Well there's actually a festival under the Eye today at around noon. There's going to be live music and food and games," Harry explained, sounding like a child talking about a carnival.

"And what do I have to do with this, Harry," Louis asked.

"I was actually wondering if you wanted to go with me? It doesn't have to be a date since we just had one last night, and I'm perfectly okay with it not being a date, I just wanted you to go with me, and we could just hang out, and it doesn't have to be a date or anything-"

"Harry, enough," Louis laughed. Harry was more than pleased that Louis couldn't see him blush furiously through the phone. "For once, I'm not the one stumbling over my words. Now, what time does it start?" Louis asked, walking back into his bedroom and checking the time.

"Noon," Harry replied with a sigh.

"Great. Pick me up around eleven and we can go start early," Louis told the boy. Harry chuckled on the other line.

"Great."

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Comments

This is cute (: if Louis dies I'm gonna really triggered lol

TessBeBe TessBeBe
6/29/17