you're cold and I burn (on hold)

the natural curves. There’s a meaning behind everything I paint. Not that you would underst<strong>and</strong>.
Try <strong>and</strong> learn about it in a textbook.” The ferocity is <strong>burn</strong>ing in his veins <strong>and</strong> it’s painful to keep
everything bottled up, so it’s starting to spill over the edges. His phrases are overflowing with a
hidden anger thats become more <strong>and</strong> more apparent with each syllable. For some reason Louis
knows that his dad is sitting in his desk chair, face neutral <strong>and</strong> uncaring, tapping his foot to a beat
that’s not there.
“How’s that working for you?” His dad asks <strong>and</strong> it’s most definitely a rhetorical question.
Because Louis knows, he knows that it’s not working out <strong>and</strong> his father is right, always has been
right.
“Whose the flat mate?” Louis swerves the question, starting to pick at his nails, something he’s
always done when he’s gotten aggravated.
“You’ll find out soon enough. The child of one of my co-workers, makes a substantial amount
<strong>and</strong> is just moving out, so the opportunity was perfect. Don’t go <strong>and</strong> screw it up, I know you’re
good at that. One of your only talents.” Stated as a fact rather than an opinion, it still hits Louis
like a bullet.
“I could’ve found a flat mate, you’re not doing anything I couldn’t do for myself.” Louis argues,
knowing it’s not true. He doesn’t want a flat mate. He doesn’t want to deal with anyone else <strong>and</strong>
he definitely doesn’t want to have to live around them. Louis likes to wake up when he wants,
walk around purely nude when he wants, redecorate whenever he wants. What he doesn’t want, is
dealing with company, people he doesn’t know, cleaning up their messes <strong>and</strong> censoring himself.
He doesn’t want a flat mate. He would’ve found a flaw in every applicant <strong>and</strong> that would be the
end of that.
“I have to go, I have to get up early for work, hopefully this works out for you, I’m not giving you
any h<strong>and</strong>outs.” He says, before the line goes dead <strong>and</strong> the call is effectively ended.
It leaves a ton of unanswered questions. He doesn’t know who the hell is going to be moving in.
Did his father do a background check, what if they’re a murderer? What if they’re crazy? It’s all
very concerning <strong>and</strong> he isn’t even sure when he can expect his mystery guest to show up. It could
be as early as tomorrow morning <strong>and</strong> it could be in a week or more. Does his father even know
the extent of his crisis? Apparently, he didn’t very much care to discuss it, <strong>and</strong> it makes Louis
frantic.
So he starts slipping off his clothes as he walks to the bedroom. His lavender robe is ripped off the
hook <strong>and</strong> thrown over his body, shoving his h<strong>and</strong>s into the cottony sleeves with a huff <strong>and</strong> a
poked out bottom lip. He’s pouting, he’s really pouting like a toddler <strong>and</strong> it’s pretty comical.
Refusing to turn on any lights, he crawls into bed <strong>and</strong> slams face first into the pillow, kicking his
toes on the cushion of the mattress. The conversation wasn’t as bad as Louis had expected, but it
was still enough to drain him mentally <strong>and</strong> now his mind has no plans of slowing anytime soon.
He’s never really been the best at calming his thoughts, always overthinking <strong>and</strong> overanalyzing,
though you’d never be able to tell by the expression on his face.
He can’t help but marinade in the anger, feeling the disapproval course through his rigid body <strong>and</strong>
think of how this is nothing new. Every single fucking time he speaks to his father he feels this
way, <strong>and</strong> it makes no sense. Because how could his father be so spiteful at the way Louis wants to
live? He saw it coming, the snide comments that were said without an ounce of shame. Because
Louis’ dad doesn’t like him, hasn’t liked him for a long time, <strong>and</strong> he makes it clear. That’s why it
makes Louis laugh whenever Liam says, “He’s your dad, he loves you.” It’s utter bullshit. Louis
doesn’t like paperwork, or being confined in an office. He isn’t good with money <strong>and</strong> he focuses
too much on the way certain things make him feel. He doesn’t fit into his family, he always st<strong>and</strong>s
out <strong>and</strong> it’s not a good thing. He became the black sheep early on, but it didn’t matter because