Outlander -|L.S.|-

1 (rewritten)

Hello everyone! I suggest you watch the outlander series before reading his but whatever! Up top or to the side are Louis shoes!

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Lol I updated this cause I'm rewriting it cause i read it and omg it was bad lmao.

Again I'm rewriting this in 2020 thank you for your patience with the reposts :))))

Louis POV

I'm 21, and I've already been through one world war. Sure, some people have, but I served in it. I was a nurse and the best one there is. No shit it was hard, I got shot like 3 times.

WWII was the bloodiest and most brutal war in history, and the truth is it seemed unreal, to actually have served in this war and survived. I'm one of the lucky ones. I can't count how many lives I tried to save and lost. Night after night I would stay awake on the forest floor, waiting for the scrams to stop. They never did. If I try to sleep without them now I can't sleep either. I hope it gets easier every night

The war ended of course, with us bombing japan. I never wanted that. When my general told me that is what our plan was the disagreed but never said anything. I don't have a say. But I celebrated with everyone else, drinking our arses off. It was fun.

Never doing that again. Even looking at the alcoholic drink makes me nauseous.

Now that is it over, I have one thing on my mind. My husband. Over the 5 years a of the war i saw him a grand total of 5 times, every time we crossed paths. I prayed every night that his group would survive, since he was part of the navy. We got married before the war so Incase we died we would have each other to fall back on. We haven't even had our honeymoon. I smile thinking about us.

His name is Zayn Malik. He has big brown eyes and dark hair, bushy eyebrows too. I love him with all my heart.

Zany and I have always been different. I like life how it comes, rough and fast and weird. He hates anything out of order, he likes being alone without me sometimes and only likes it when I ride him during sex. I do get bored but I love him. But that's just how he is.

So we decided to get away, to Scotland. It was a little crazy but he said it was a small get away. I've never been to Scotland, and I'm excited.

We lived in England but I have moved so many times I have never called a place home. Once we arrived there, and checked into our hotel I went to walk around and think.

So right now, as I stand in the middle of the sidewalk, people walking around me, I stare at a blue vase behind some glass.

But I have never wanted anything more than the blue vase sitting in the glass case of the shop. Only the glass separates us. I place my small hand on the clear substance and a small smile tiptoes onto my face.

I can't bring home this Vase. I am staying at a bed and breakfast that I can not call that home. We are just on vacation. I say it again to remind myself. I do not have a home.

Maybe since I was little I lived with my uncle, who was an archeologist, we never had a real home, just traveling every where. That was what it was like for the years up until now.

My hand drops from the glass and my hand print stays on the glass. It barely hides the vase but the wind soon picks up and it disappears. I hug my jacket close to my body and start to walk back to the place I am staying at right now. I take one look back to see my own small curved figure standing there. My blue eyes shine but are dull. I blink and ignore it, its the years of the war I remind myself.