LOUIS
// if you want to live, you need to let yourself go //

"So you're saying, that because of all your clouding insecurities, you completely blew off my idea?" Niall and I sit at our lunch table, talking about my sad attempt at writing last night.

"Yep, pretty much."

"Wow, thought you were less of a pussy."

I sigh, knowing Niall has a point. I'm usually not so insecure when pouring out my very personal thoughts. I guess it's Harry's extreme perfection that makes it hard to talk about myself.

"I don't compare to Harry," I confess, throwing down my trashy sandwich, "I mean, god just look at him!"

The boy looks extremely appealing today, his hair swept across his shoulders and a black band t-shirt tight on his front. I know he's wearing black skinny jeans under the table and I bite my lip, once again imagining those sinner pants.

"Louis," Niall brings me from my trance as he laughs loudly, "you're never gonna get a single entry done if you don't realize you're hot as fuck."

"Huh?" I blush slightly, looking away, "Ni I--"

"Say it," he demands firmly, "say it right now."

"I'm hot as fuck," I mutter, embarrassed.

"Louder. I wanna hear it."

I groan, slamming my fist on the table,

"I'm hot as fuck!"

A few people look at me strangely but regardless, Niall smirks, feeling like a nationwide success. He mutters a quick and quiet 'damn right you are' before adjusting his glasses and reaching into my bag.

"I get it," he smiles, "but I think this will be good for you, a good outlet."

"Fine fine, I get it."

I take the notebook in my hands, looking at the binding before cracking it open again and hoping I'll have a better start this time around.