you're cold and I burn (on hold)

to taint the way he feels or this whole thing will be a disaster. The color isn’t as relaxing as he had
originally thought when he saw it mixed into the sunrise, but makes up for it by exuding this kind
of controlled energy into the air. It’s not strong <strong>and</strong> it’s not overly weak, either, just perfectly right
in the middle of it all. He actually loves it a lot, <strong>and</strong> the smile on his face his starting to make his
cheeks hurt. The decorative pillows look in-place, <strong>and</strong> it’s times like this he’s glad he purchased
an all white couch, with the way it’s been versatile with all his ever-changing themes, despite his
inner monologue telling him that was the furthest thing from a good idea. He really needs to stop
doubting himself, instinct doesn’t get the credit it deserves.
For some reason, Louis knows that this flat will always be perceived as feminine by other people,
but to him, colors aren’t gender specific. You can be a brawny man who lifts logs <strong>and</strong> downs a
draft beer in a millisecond, but if you want to wear pink then you should wear pink without
hesitation. And it’s just that simple.
A color is what you see when an object reflects or emits light, it doesn’t say ‘this is for girls, <strong>and</strong>
this is for boys.’ No, it’s just not the way it should work. And really, any way that you see color is
because of the way the world around you sees that color. So don’t see it, but rather feel it. And
Louis is the king of cheesy thoughts. Oh well, it makes sense in his head.
But, if he must so say himself, this entire flat is looking pretty damn amazing, <strong>and</strong> everything
matches <strong>and</strong> it feel’s right in his bones, st<strong>and</strong>ing in the middle of his living room with folded arms,
smiling. It feels like vigor, life. It feels like effervescence <strong>and</strong> serenity all at the same time. And if
harmonious vitalities were all rolled up in a single bundle it would be this particular flat. Satisfied
is an understatement, he is dignified.
Then he hears the h<strong>and</strong>le jiggling <strong>and</strong> suddenly all good things must come to an end.
Harry always enters when he’s least expecting him to, <strong>and</strong> right now he just needed to me<strong>and</strong>er in
the soft energy <strong>and</strong> perhaps bathe in his own self glory. Fucking Harry.
His boots hit with loud thunks, heavy soles on unscathed hardwood floors <strong>and</strong> Louis’ cringing.
He’s still wearing that tattered leather jacket, still with those black pants that are surely cutting off
his circulation. And maybe that’s why he stumbles around, because he can’t feel his legs,
(interesting.) His shirt is frayed with a lightened, <strong>and</strong> almost unreadable, ACDC logo <strong>and</strong> Louis’
blessed that Harry at least has good taste in music. Of course, his definable curls are sloppily
laying in a nest on his head <strong>and</strong> this boy is getting a brush for Christmas in his stocking. Louis’
never seen someone with such a blatant disregard for their own physical appearance yet have so
much confidence that he’s basically soaked in conceit so heavily it’s dripping off of his skin. He’s
doing a great job at stumping Louis’ automatic judgement.
“Well, look who decided to come home,” Harry smiles, <strong>and</strong> the sight is undoubtably pretty but it’s
the teasing undertones that are digging at Louis’ inner peace. “Couldn’t avoid me forever, then?”
“I wan’t trying to avoid you.” Louis lies, he’s never been a good liar <strong>and</strong> the way Harry’s smile
widens he’s very aware of that precise fact. He’s so aggravating.
“You ran out of the flat so fast, that you were a little blur of hair <strong>and</strong> terror, what was that all
about? Not even a goodbye? Rude.” Harry fake-pouts, poking his lower lip out with what’s
presumably an attempt at puppy dog eyes.
“I had somewhere to be.”
“Right, okay. I see you’ve been quite busy today, got tired of purple, going for pink instead, I get
it.” Harry glances around the flat, oblivious to the hard <strong>and</strong> unfaltering glare Louis has currently
resting on his face.