One Direction Preferences

Ghost Of You (Louis)

Hey guys. I was just wondering if you'd like to check out my new books that I'm starting soon? They're named "Forever, Yours." and "Midnight Desires". Thanks, ✌.

Turn my back to the door, feel so much better now.
Don't even try anymore, nothing left to lose.
There's a voice that's in the air saying don't look back nowhere.
There's a voice that's always there . . .

You slammed the door after another fight with Louis. You tried covering the tears that ran down your face. It was so hard when he was away, and now he's back and you just wanted to spend time with him. For two straight days, you guys would stay in bed and talk or watch TV together. But it was already the third day he was home and you wanted to do something different than be lazy all day. You two ended up getting into a fight and since he wasn't leaving the bed you two shared, you grabbed your keys and ran out of the house. Feeling sad, you laid your head on the steering wheel and let the waterworks come. You couldn't feel strong anymore . . .

And I'll never be quite the same, as I was before this.
Part of you still remains, though it's out of focus.
You're just somewhere that I've been and I won't go back again, you're just somewhere that I've been . . .

Drying your tears, you figured you'd go back home after spending a few days with Louis. It just unnerved you that all he wanted to do was just lay in bed and be lazy. You got that it is sometimes hard on the road and that you just work, work, work, but shouldn't there still be a part left over that makes you just wanna go out and do something? Especially if you have a girlfriend that puts up with all kinds of shit? Shaking your head, you enter your apartment and wipe your eyes. The tears are dry and the crusties are getting annoying. You didn't feel like eating and you had already took a shower at Louis', thinking the two of you would go out and do something together as a couple instead of just lounging around his flat, doing nothing but being lazy. You guessed you were wrong for thinking that . . .

I'm breathing in, breathing out.
Ain't that what it's all about?
Living life, crazy loud.
Like I have the right to, know my words in my mouth.
There's nothing left, to figure out.
But I don't think I'll ever break through, the ghost of you . . .