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"Well shit," Louis mutters under his breath. He stands on his tiptoes in his flat, wallowing in self pity because his favorite cereal is nowhere to be seen. He sighs, debating on either going to the store or to just go without breakfast for today and playing Fifa instead. "I can't skip breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day," Louis mutters with humorous sarcasm. "I can't miss out on all the nutrition for such an important day of doing absolutely nothing," He persuades to himself with a chuckle. Louis thought he was funny. He didn't bother to remind himself that his favorite cereal, Lucky Charms, had no nutritional value what so ever. It was nothing but sugar. But he didn't care. Louis couldn't miss out on the one thing that was a constant in his life. A bowl of cereal.

After deciding he will, in fact, go to the store, he throws on his shoes and zips up his favorite Adidas jacket. It was slightly too big so he had the sleeves rolled up. Louis practically looked like a 12 year old with his baggy name brand sweats and large hoodie. He snatches his keys and wallet before locking the door behind him, mentally preparing his mind and body for the cold London wind.

"Damn it's cold," He says under his breath when he leaves his flat building. Even after living in this weather all his life he's never gotten used to it. His skin becomes covered in goosebumps and hints of pink are being patched onto his cheeks and the tip of his nose. Louis walks down the pavement, thinking second thoughts on if he should've waited for the two minute bus ride instead of walking for 5 minutes. But he smiles when the store comes into sight at the bottom of the hill. His pace quickens but the soles of his shoes become slippery from the on and off rain from the blanket of grey clouds above. Because of the slippery concrete it makes it very plausible for anyone to fall on their behind. And seconds later he does fall on his arse, with cars driving by and other pedestrians giggling as they walk past.

Louis can't help the foul language but he immediately stops when a mother covers her daughters ears as they quicken their walk away from the 22 year old. He gets up quickly and wipes his favorite sweats off before cautiously getting to the store in one piece.

"Thank god."

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