Louis was alive, that was his goal everyday, survive. He wasn't a social person, he didn't like people, relationships of any kind or even simple interactions. People were exhausting, people meant commitment, people meant something to loose and he wouldn't survive another loss. He had friends, three of them exactly, but you could hardly call them friends, you could hardly call anyone Louis' friend. That's until a certain curly boy decides to appear in his life and completly invade every part of it. Trigger warnings: *language *abuse *homophobia I will update every week or twice a week. Hope you'll enjoy reading my work.