you're cold and I burn (on hold)

“Fuck,” Louis’ st<strong>and</strong>ing right there in the middle of the junk food isle, holding a box of cupcakes
in one h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> Oreo’s in the other, his phone pressed tightly between his cheek <strong>and</strong> shoulder.
“He’s pretty fit, don’t know if he eats any junk food, maybe he’s one of those health people, you
know, like counts their calories <strong>and</strong> shit?”
He’s not sure what got him in this position, so confused on what to buy that he’s actually called
Niall in a desperate plea of help. And maybe it looks less embarrassing to be contemplating
everything you put in your cart when you’re on the phone, it’s quite possibly a mixture of both.
“Get a little of both, mate. Get some of those indulgent, guilt foods <strong>and</strong> then some apples or
something, he like bananas?”
“I don’t fucking know, Niall, how am I supposed to know if he likes bananas? He’s only eaten a
pickle since I’ve known him.” Louis responds, exasperated, he’s been here for an hour already
<strong>and</strong> he’s not making much leeway at all. He needs to get Harry’s phone number, that way all this
could be avoided <strong>and</strong> Harry could’ve just texted him a list or something. Louis gives up, throwing
both things in the cart <strong>and</strong> strolling on to the fruits, hoping a wide variety will be the answer to all
his problems.
“Hey! Lose the sass, Tomlinson, I’m doing a service, you know I was right in the middle of a
movie when you called me?” Niall asks, his voice hurt but as long as Louis’ known him, its not
even a little bit sincere.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures, my good friend, it’s time to sacrifice a good cinema
for the people who need you, Niall.” Louis replies, sounding wholly dramatic, a bit over the top,
but Niall laughs on the other line. He can’t just simply giggle, he always laughs like a thundering
chortle, sometimes over the stupidest things.
Louis listens to the sound of laughter with a quirked eyebrow, picking up a few apples, pears,
avocados (people eat those a lot, right?) peaches, strawberries <strong>and</strong> a few oranges. This way, if
Harry doesn’t eat them he can always use most of them for smoothies. He doesn’t even drink
smoothies, what a mess. “So, what masterpiece were you watching that I interrupted?”
“The Titanic.”
“You were watching The Titanic alone?” Louis holds back a laugh, taking the cart over to the
canned goods section, “Just needed a good cry?”
“Leonardo DiCaprio gives me life.”
“Ah.” There’s so many canned goods, he's awkwardly overwhelmed, “You should check out
Shutter Isl<strong>and</strong>, it’s pretty good, he’s in that, too.”
“Seen it, it gave me the creeps <strong>and</strong> I doubted my entire existence for like, a whole week, maybe
more. Don’t want to relive the trauma.” Louis nods along, forgetting that Niall can’t actually see
him while he eyes the foods. Maybe he should get stuff for pasta? Ramen noodles are a good goto,
maybe some ground beef for burgers, <strong>and</strong> it also works for tacos, he’s being diverse, how
smart.
Before long, he’s got the entire cart full of a ton of different foods, so much that Harry is bound to
like at least half of what’s in this cart. He’s thankful for the constant chatter in his ear from Niall’s
chipper self, it actually made the whole experience go by quicker than he had originally thought.
Got Niall on a rant about how movies never compare to the book <strong>and</strong> why The Great Gatsby
wasn’t an exception to that, delving deeper into the DiCaprio obsession that Louis didn’t even
know he had. As each item is scanned, Louis can’t help but feel guilty at the rising cost, because