you're cold and I burn (on hold)

The dingy leather jacket doesn’t look the same when it’s draped over Harry’s shoulders now. It
feels out of place <strong>and</strong> he can tell Harry’s opinion isn’t much different. His body is more rigid than
when he’s lounging back at the flat, when it’s only the two of them. There’s an obvious element
of discomfort <strong>and</strong> it makes Louis want to punch something so he changes the subject instead.
“You’re growing your hair out.” It’s not a question, it’s a statement. Because Harry’s hair was
perfectly layered <strong>and</strong> pushed back from his face when they’d first met. Now, the curls are wispy
<strong>and</strong> fall almost to his jaw, framing his face. It’s nothing short of enchanting.
“I- uh, I just haven’t had it cut in a while, must’ve forgot.”
“Bullshit,” Louis rolls his eyes <strong>and</strong> Harry presses his lips together into a tight line, “you’re
growing it out <strong>and</strong> I think you look amazing with it like that.”
“Is it too-“
“Nope.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Louis shrugs, “it’s fine, long hair or short hair, you’re beautiful either way. If it
makes you feel more comfortable, I’ll let mine grow out a bit too, shorter hair draws out my
cheekbones though, so pick wisely.”
The smile that spreads over Harry’s face is so tremendous it punches Louis right in the gut <strong>and</strong>
takes the breath right from his lungs, “You’re serious? You don’t have to- you, you really don’t
have to offer that, Louis.”
“Would you like it if I waited to cut mine until you wanted me to?” Louis asks, <strong>and</strong> Harry looks
away, shy. “Blink if you want me to grow it out.” He adds, <strong>and</strong> Harry breaks out in a laugh but
blinks nonetheless. “So, it’s settled. We’ll grow it out together then.”
It takes Louis completely by surprise when he is pulled into Harry, their lips locking <strong>and</strong>
everything else floats away. The kiss is so full of emotion, it makes Louis’ whole body explode in
an array of awakened electricity. Harry’s lips are hot <strong>and</strong> silken, moving fluidly as the <strong>cold</strong> air
evaporates.
Harry’s voice causes Louis’ eyes to flutter open, meeting with a loud green, burrowing deep,
“Thank you.”
Louis’ h<strong>and</strong> raises to cup Harry’s cheek, thumb ghosting over the pronounced cheek bone. God,
he’s so beautiful. “Anytime.” Is all he says in response, holding Harry in place as he reconnects
their lips <strong>and</strong> lets himself forget everything but Harry for just a little longer.
And he’s definitely going a little crazy over Harry Styles.
Chapter End Notes
I owe you all a major apology for the time it took to update this. I'm SO sorry. we are
nearing closer to the end of the fic, I had it planned for around 16 chapters, <strong>and</strong> it's
kind of bittersweet because i adore this piece. hopefully <strong>you're</strong> all still enjoying the
story. Don't forget to comment <strong>and</strong> tell me what you thought of the chapter, you can