you're cold and I burn (on hold)

Chapter 11
Chapter Summary
a few months have passed <strong>and</strong> Louis has watched Harry blossom more <strong>and</strong> more,
loving the outcome. added bonus: Harry has an incredible libido.
Chapter Notes
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Time was always supposed to help the most, <strong>and</strong> in Harry’s case, it was doing exactly that.
It took a while for things to come around, but gradually everything felt like it fell more into place.
Every aspect in life is almost one big puzzle, <strong>and</strong> sometimes the pieces are missing <strong>and</strong> sometimes
you don’t see the full picture. That’s what Louis thinks Harry is, he’s this intricate <strong>and</strong> difficult
puzzle. With every passing hour it becomes easier to see who is he, <strong>and</strong> the image gets more <strong>and</strong>
more beautiful.
Lately he’s been romping around the flat in sweats <strong>and</strong> one of Louis’ sweaters. They’re all
stretched out now <strong>and</strong> Louis gets swallowed whole when he puts them back on but Harry
continues to glow. The fabric is soft on his skin <strong>and</strong> the delicate smile is permanent. Harry adores
the sweaters. Louis adores Harry.
Today, Louis couldn’t feel more comfortable. The flat is warmed in a new color, a stunning but
controlled tangerine <strong>and</strong> white combination. The c<strong>and</strong>les (of course) are lit all around the living
room <strong>and</strong> the sweetened aroma seems to dance around Louis’ face <strong>and</strong> reside onto each sense.
Harry’s perched on the other end of the couch, he seems to always favor the left side, curled
underneath a blanket <strong>and</strong> tucked safely into a peppermint green fleece sweater. It makes his eyes
shine, Louis thinks.
Harry's watching television, one of those home renovation shows, but Louis’ all too happy
watching Harry instead. The sharp edge of his jaw is softened by the silky smooth of his skin,
creasing slightly into a dimple with the tiniest hint of a smile. Ringlets in a rich brown are trailing
lower than his usual quiff, hanging wherever they may fall at the time, <strong>and</strong> it’s so easy.
It’s so easy to be this beautiful without trying when you’re Harry.
Louis’ noticed this mostly when Harry’s not paying a bit of attention. When he’s laughing so loud
it comes out more of a snort. And when he’s so into his conversation the little crease forms
between his brows. He sees it most when he stares at the little movements Harry does. The way he
chews his knuckles when he’s feeling anxious. Or the small roll of his shoulder <strong>and</strong> blush when
he’s overwhelmed.
Right now, he’s talking. Probably about some pretty design pattern for the accent wall, but Louis
can’t hear a word he’s saying. His focus is set primarily on the way Harry’s lips mold around each
word, <strong>and</strong> he can feel himself start to grin, but he suppresses it, humming out a “Mhm,” <strong>and</strong>
willing Harry to continue.
The days have fallen into step of this particular pattern. If Louis wakes up first, he cooks a
breakfast of either scrambled eggs, pancakes <strong>and</strong> bacon, french toast or waffles. If Harry wakes up