you're cold and I burn (on hold)

Harry’s door like an absolute creep. So, he slides his feet away, heading straight for the kitchen to
turn the coffee pot on. There’s really no reason to try <strong>and</strong> go back to sleep, especially when it’s
inevitable that he’ll surely be up for good after the sun has officially risen. Maybe the smell of
coffee grounds will put him in a better mood. It’s not the first all-nighter he’s pulled <strong>and</strong> it
definitely won’t be the last, so there’s no sense in sulking around <strong>and</strong> dreading the day ahead. So,
he pours the water, the pot is bubbling <strong>and</strong> Louis’ plopping down on the couch. His day will just
have to start at a crisp five in the morning, how d<strong>and</strong>y.
A positive from this whole thing, is getting to watch the sunrise. The sky is a mixture of fuchsia,
orange <strong>and</strong> purple, a light blue near the top. It’s like water color, each shade meshing with the one
right next to it perfectly, flawlessly, naturally. It’s stunning, something else Louis could never
hope to capture. It’s the entire sky, <strong>and</strong> it’s cloaking everything, it knows how beautiful it is. It’ll
only be a matter of time before the blue is overtaking the other colors <strong>and</strong> replacing them, leaving
them to come back another day. If the sky could always look the way it does when the sun sets
<strong>and</strong> rises, everyone would just get accustomed to it. It seems that when things come in small
duration, we appreciate them more. It’s funny how that works.
The flat is misted in silence <strong>and</strong> the only light is the natural rays. It’s serene <strong>and</strong> calm, it’s perfect.
The smell of hazelnut blend coffee is floating through the air, but Louis can’t seem to break away
<strong>and</strong> make him a cup. He just wants to sit. Sit <strong>and</strong> take in the scene, memorize it. Remember the
way it makes him feel, the way his mind is slowing down <strong>and</strong> he’s no longer aggravated.
Remember everything he's seeing, repainting the image in his head to make an exact copy. His
fingertips feel numb, his lashes flitting against the skin of his cheeks whenever he blinks. It has to
be the most tranquil he’s felt in a long time, <strong>and</strong> this is exactly the feeling he was going for when
he chose lavender to decorate his flat with. He wanted to feel this peace, he wanted to be able to
dissolve himself from the world <strong>and</strong> almost melt away with the breeze. He just wanted to get
away.
This fuchsia is a pretty color, this will be his next color.
When the hues diffuse into a soft blue, Louis finally decides to saunter over to the coffee pot. The
light in Harry’s room has finally gone off, <strong>and</strong> he’s probably going to be sleeping until five this
afternoon, but whatever. He has no milk or sugar, so he has to drink it black <strong>and</strong> with barely any
food at all in his stomach, he’s going to be bouncing off the walls <strong>and</strong> riding a caffeine high in no
time. Either way, he needs to go to the grocery <strong>and</strong> pick up some food or he’s going to stave
Harry, <strong>and</strong> himself, to death, so he pulls out a piece of paper, starting a shopping list. With the
other member of his two-dude squad sleeping, he’s free to walk around in just his briefs <strong>and</strong> let his
skin breathe, even if it is a bit chilly in here. The blanket cocoon was starting to get a bit hot <strong>and</strong>
his limbs were too constricted to be comfortable.
Having absolutely no idea what Harry likes to eat, he just begins with the essentials; bread, milk,
eggs, sugar, <strong>and</strong> cheese. Cheese? Everyone likes cheese, right?
The coffee is bitter but at the same time it tastes like tears of the divine. He can feel the effects of
exhaustion wearing on his body already, his head starting to ache. And he’s a bit of a baby, but
he’s not usually one to be up all night, especially after a day like yesterday. The liquid <strong>burn</strong>s
against his lips, the steam pouring over his face, making his entire body warm. Hopefully it’ll
wake him up sooner versus later. Because according to the fine advice of his genius father, he
needs to find a job, he’s not giving Louis any more help. Or as he so lovingly worded it, ‘no more
h<strong>and</strong>outs.’
Louis doesn’t want his h<strong>and</strong>outs anyway, no thanks.
Something part time will do, just enough to help Harry out with the rent, <strong>and</strong> still giving him