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away then, huh? But I love it, Niall. You shouldn’t have-“ “Don’t even worry about it. I couldn’t tell you what the hell it represents but it’s pretty <strong>and</strong> that’s the right color, hopefully. I’m not sure what the difference is between light purple <strong>and</strong> lavender.” “Yeah.” Louis smiled, <strong>and</strong> its more genuine than before. “And lavender is not simply “purple.” That’s like saying maroon is just red. You overjoyed marshmallow.” “Maroon is just red.” Niall murmurs under his breath, which Louis choses to ignore because there is no sense in trying to explain the difference to Niall when he has the attention span of a squirrel. Said with love, of course. Nonetheless, Louis wants to throw his arms around his neck <strong>and</strong> hug him for as long as it takes for Niall to pull away. But that would be weird, so, no. Plus, Niall can see the happiness in Louis’ eyes <strong>and</strong> that’s all he needs anyway. The wispy moment only lasts for a couple seconds because a realization has hit Louis with the intensity of a freight train. He’s run out of all options, <strong>and</strong> time, for that matter. He’s done everything he thought would help. Speaking with nearby artists, calling around to any art galleries who may be looking for new pieces to add. Hell, even posting some shit on craigslist. Yeah, he’s dropped that low. There’s nothing more that can be done. And he pats Niall on the back as they walk into the Gallery. Because he’s going to enjoy these next couple hours before he has to go home <strong>and</strong> do what will probably suck him into the gates of hell <strong>and</strong> <strong>burn</strong> him alive. Because he’s calling his fucking dad tonight. Chapter End Notes I apologize for any grammatical errors, I read over these drafts pretty quickly! I'll be going back through to re-revise shortly, hope you all enjoy the story!
Two It’s the most repulsive admission, the worst possible end to this scenario <strong>and</strong> as the time approaches closer <strong>and</strong> closer, his skin is crawling. He really, really doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to speak to his father, doesn’t even want to hear the sound of his voice, let alone actually ask him for money. Or help, or anything. He’s essentially crawling back on his knees, all the way up his father’s pristine stone steps <strong>and</strong> hanging his head in defeat. Because of all the times Louis was told, “This won’t work, you need a true job, you’re going to regret this decision.” He never thought it would be the truth. Everything apart from the regret, of course. Is he exaggerating? No, absolutely not. Knowing it's his only saving grace is making Louis want to take a long walk off of a short pier. Maybe take a relaxing bath in hydrochloric acid, perhaps. Taking a screw <strong>and</strong> sliding it up underneath his fingernails <strong>and</strong> popping them off individually. One by one. All of that, sounds considerably, monumentally better than dialing his father’s number <strong>and</strong> knowing he’s looking at his phone with the smirk of someone who knew they were right. All fucking smug <strong>and</strong> it makes Louis sick, positively sick. Maybe if he had been blessed with parents that actually supported their children (what a crazy thought?) instead of a dad whose never impressed <strong>and</strong> a mother who has jello for a spine. Either way he’s screwed <strong>and</strong> he can’t image how much worst this could get. Niall looks miserable sauntering over to the same sculpture he’s been vulture-circling for an hour now. But what can Louis say? Of fucking course he’s going to procrastinate this shit as much as he possibly can. Squeezing out every blessed minute before he has to go home <strong>and</strong> hope the exquisite lavender decorations are enough to keep him from popping a blood vessel during this phone call. He’s been religiously checking his email <strong>and</strong> hoping any one has sent him a message about a prospective business enquiry, but it’s nothing but spam <strong>and</strong> Bath <strong>and</strong> Body Works coupons. Go fuck yourself, Bath <strong>and</strong> Body Works. “Louis, as much fun as I’m having, I can’t help but wonder how much longer I can look at the same things for over four hours now, it getting a bit redundant.” “Stare at each piece <strong>and</strong> try to tell a story using the imagery.” Louis shrugs, taking a seat on the wooden bench <strong>and</strong> re-checking his email. There’s the same messages that that were there when he checked two seconds ago. Son of a bitch. “You told me that an hour ago. Louis, let’s get something to eat, I’ll pay.” Niall’s essentially begging now, <strong>and</strong> he has this uncanny resemblance of a child whose mother’s been at the grocery store a bit too long. Louis’ a bit scared he’s going to throw a temper tantrum here soon <strong>and</strong> he’s too damn big to be making a scene in an art Gallery, so dinner it is. “Sure, sure, sure.” Louis nods, “Where were you thinking?” “Anywhere but here.” Niall says under his breath, which earns an eyebrow raise from Louis that he seems to brush off without a second thought. “Let’s just hit up that cafe that’s a few blocks from your place? You like that one right? Said something about rich ambiance or some shit.” “Not shit Niall, it’s an observation, you should learn to be more involved with the environment around you.” Louis explains, looking off into the distance <strong>and</strong> ignoring the annoyed blue eyes that
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