you're cold and I burn (on hold)

Harry plants himself firmly at the counter, <strong>and</strong> Louis doesn’t miss the wince as he leans into the
back of the chair. He scoops up a forkful, shoveling it into his mouth <strong>and</strong> inhaling a sharp breath
at how hot they still are, Louis bites his lips to stifle the laugh. “They’re -fuck- they’re good, but
damn, that’s so hot.”
“That’s the point of the stove, Harold.” Louis raises his brows, enjoying the way Harry seems to
shovel the food in despite knowing it will most likely <strong>burn</strong> his mouth. And he’s probably doing it
to make Louis happy after his blunder last night, but, well, it’s working.
Louis doesn’t hang around until he’s done, sashaying back into the living room to take his place
on the couch. He’s flipping through the channels, looking for something fun or interesting to
watch, ignoring the way his mind is dancing around in his skull, he’s in a proper good mood. The
rain hasn’t made a move to let up, so it looks like a day spent watching shows <strong>and</strong> muting his
mind. He almost doesn’t feel the couch dip as Harry sits, curling his feet underneath him. He
doesn’t say anything, but keeps his eyes on the screen, <strong>and</strong> Louis is growing conscious of what
he’ll l<strong>and</strong> on, he wonders if 'America’s Funniest Home Videos’ is neutral enough. Harry must’ve
downed that plate, it’s only been around three minutes since he’d left him in the kitchen.
Nothing is really said, but it doesn’t feel unnatural, its like an easy reticence.
Every once <strong>and</strong> a while Louis can hear Harry laughing under his breath, it vibrates the entire
couch <strong>and</strong> resonates into Louis’ body. It’s a youthful sound, light, <strong>and</strong> it comes out over the
stupidest of videos. He’ll laugh whenever someone gets hit in the face unexpectedly, or anything
involving animals, really. It get’s louder when it’s wedding videos <strong>and</strong> Harry almost loses his
entire shit when a guy sits on a branch <strong>and</strong> it breaks from under him, sending them both crashing
to the ground. He throws his head forward, laughing so hard he can barely breathe, <strong>and</strong> it’s
contagious, making Louis spit out some giggles at just how funny Harry finds it. When he finally
stops, tears are streaming from the corner of his eyes.
“He just, he just was not expecting that, was he?” He laughs again, bringing his fist to his mouth
to try <strong>and</strong> prevent another outburst, “Did you see the look on his face?”
“Guess that tree was ready for them to.. leaf.” Louis jokes, <strong>and</strong> Harry breaks out into
uncontrollable laughter yet again. The pun wasn’t even close to being funny, but Harry’s acting
like it was the best thing he’s ever heard in his life.
The rest of the morning continues just like that.
It’s around five in the afternoon when the first thunder crackles from the sky, it’s angry <strong>and</strong>
booming, the after vibrations making the plates <strong>and</strong> cups in the kitchen rattle together. Louis really
isn’t a huge fan of storms, but he tolerates them. Weather alerts are popping up at the bottom of the
screen, just letting everyone know the areas where the storm is expected to hit the hardest.
Luckily, it isn’t here, <strong>and</strong> hopefully everything will blow over sooner versus later. Harry seems
completely unaffected, huddled up on the other end of the sofa <strong>and</strong> watching the show, the
changing lights dancing across his face, in all different colors. He looks like a completely different
person than last night, Louis doesn’t want to think about the Harry that’s freshly fucked, opting for
the one that looks blissed out over slapstick comedy.
He’s getting less <strong>and</strong> less annoyed about what happened last night. After a pretty nice day, Harry
doesn’t seem so bad. He might actually be a nice friend to have around, <strong>and</strong> Louis generally hates
people, so that’s paying him a huge compliment. Louis doesn’t have a shit ton of close friends
(surprising, right?) but anyone who can just relax without being serious or getting on his last nerve
is good company in his book.