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are dead set <strong>on</strong> Louis’ face. It is nice, you just get certain feels from each place <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> some feel<br />
better than others. That pretty cafe makes him feel warm <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> was the inspirati<strong>on</strong> behind the<br />
cappuccino theme he went through a few m<strong>on</strong>ths back.<br />
“Remind me again, why t’hell are we friends?”<br />
“Because you love me <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> my step brother helps you with your math homework, so you have to<br />
hangout with me. Plus, d<strong>on</strong>’t act like you d<strong>on</strong>’t enjoy my presence, I’m a pleasure to have.”<br />
“What an elated ego you’ve got there.”<br />
“What an eloquently annoying voice you’ve got there.” Louis fires back, scrunching his nose in<br />
Niall’s directi<strong>on</strong>. “I’m just trying to be c<strong>on</strong>fident <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it’s not hard when you’re as dapper as I, my<br />
dear friend.”<br />
“Shut the fuck up.” Niall turns away, walking towards the door without looking back. He really is<br />
ready to get the hell out of here <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis’ pretty sure he’s trying his best not to fully sprint out the<br />
door. He just doesn’t appreciate art.<br />
Louis’ right <strong>on</strong> his heels, trying to match his strides with (unfortunately) short legs, though they’re<br />
still equipped with a pair of thighs that he’s more than proud to showcase in skinny jeans <strong>on</strong> a<br />
regular basis. In fact, Louis is just petite by nature, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> that’s okay because he’s never been super<br />
insecure about it. Until some<strong>on</strong>e thinks calling him ‘tiny’ is funny. Which is just stupid, in his<br />
h<strong>on</strong>est opini<strong>on</strong>. St<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>ing in fr<strong>on</strong>t of a mirror <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> scrutinizing every little thing about your<br />
appearance, like the color of your eyes or the size of your nose, is just proper useless. And it’s<br />
substantially easier to appreciate your own unique beauty when you’ve acknowledged it’s there in<br />
the first place.<br />
Finding the buried <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> hidden beauty in every thing has always been something Louis has loved<br />
to do. It’s a shame that the world is so easily looked over. And how you can walk past a tree <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
not see the way the sun filters through the leaves <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> is complimented by the rough hickory brown<br />
of the bark. Or the natural symmetry of the flowers lining the pavement, the soft mixture of colors<br />
that seem to be painted in pastel shades, all at the h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> of something more magnificent than he’ll<br />
ever underst<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>. It’s impressive, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it’s all so minuscule that if you’re not paying attenti<strong>on</strong>, you<br />
could miss it completely. That goes for people as well. Too much time is spent hating specific<br />
things, when there is so much to appreciate.<br />
Like the girl in his psychology class who hated her small lips, but didn’t see the way her<br />
cheekb<strong>on</strong>es lined her face <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> shaded her skin in just the right places. Or when he hears some<strong>on</strong>e<br />
with brown eyes say it’s a dull color, that they hate it. But up<strong>on</strong> closer inspecti<strong>on</strong>, they’d see the<br />
compilati<strong>on</strong> of creamy caramel <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> chocolate embers that are peppered into each inch of their iris’.<br />
Igniting the esteem in a pers<strong>on</strong> brings out that ability to see without a veil of what beauty is<br />
supposed to be, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> what’s aesthetically pleasing to you may not be what the articles in your<br />
magazine say. And that’s okay.<br />
Niall is walking in step with Louis, pairing the sound of soles hitting the c<strong>on</strong>crete in accidental<br />
synchr<strong>on</strong>izati<strong>on</strong>. The night sky is cloaked over L<strong>on</strong>d<strong>on</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> everything sleeps protectively<br />
underneath. The mo<strong>on</strong> is casting a path <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it’s unobscured shine is free to flow without the city<br />
lights trying in unnecessary competiti<strong>on</strong>.<br />
“The truck is parked over here, public transportati<strong>on</strong> isn’t my thing, too much waiting.”<br />
“Patience is a virtue.” Louis smiles, at least a tad bit happier that he doesn’t have to wait for the<br />
tube.