Louis wasn't home.
He was in a weird place.
A place he didn't want to be in.
A place meant for crazy people.
For people with actual problems.
But his family sent him there.
He remembered looking at the worried faces of his father and sisters when they told him.
They told him,
"Louis, we're going to send you somewhere where you can get help. We're worried about you."
When Louis just yelled that he was okay, one of his sisters started sobbing.
"You're not okay! You're killing yourself!" She yelled.
Louis froze.
His sister never yelled at him.
But why did she?
Louis didn't have a problem.
He was fine.
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Pretty Boy ✓
PoetryPretty boys are pretty. Louis isn't pretty. ••• If you are reading this story on any other platform than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk from a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @-cyni...
