you're cold and I burn (on hold)

Chapter 6
Chapter Summary
This is a bit shorter than the other chapters, but it's more exciting (in my opinion) I'm
sorry about the wait, writers block is a huge bitch. hope you enjoy the chapter!
Anyway- Louis gets scared <strong>and</strong> things get awkward.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Louis loves the dark, he really does. But, he loves it a little more when he has the option of turning
on the lights whenever he pleases. So, its safe to say the sudden power outage startled him just a
tad. Either way, there’s not much he can do until the storm blows over <strong>and</strong> everything can calm,
so he does what any normal person would do- he simply lays there <strong>and</strong> continues with his
previous activity of scrolling through funny pictures. The wind outside is rushing around, brutally,
<strong>and</strong> it almost sounds likes distant <strong>and</strong> pitchy screams. It’s rivaled only by the booming thunder <strong>and</strong>
r<strong>and</strong>om flashes of bright lightening. Every time a new bolt crackles through the sky, the room
goes completely white, like a strong camera flash, making the proceeding darkness even more
ambiguous. He’s never really bothered with storms, he’s never really bothered with darkness, but
for some reason this specific combination is putting him on edge.
He doesn’t like it.
A few deep breaths later, he decides to let his eyes adjust, turning off the phone screen <strong>and</strong> laying
on his back. The moonlight should be enough to adequately light the flat by itself, meaning he
won’t have to go light all the c<strong>and</strong>les around. He’s not feeling that for two reasons, one- that takes
effort <strong>and</strong> this bed is really warm right now. Two- it makes his insides feel uncomfortable thinking
about searching the blackened rooms for his lighter, which seems to grow legs <strong>and</strong> run away to
hide itself whenever Louis looks the other direction. So, he’ll just lay here (thanks) <strong>and</strong> be patient
until this whole thing can be taken care of. Apparently, the storm wasn’t predicted to hit this hard
here, <strong>and</strong> Louis can’t help but roll his eyes at the meteorologist who promised it would pass over
without much disturbance. As long as he’s lived in this flat, the power hasn’t gone out, so he
really has no idea of a timeline on when everything will flick back on. It could be hours, it could
be tomorrow morning. He hopes it’s not the latter.
The swirls on the ceiling are starting to be more distinguishable, the of ridges of paint from the
brushes resemble water, puddling waves of different varieties.
After a few (long) minutes, he’s able to make out the corners of furniture, blinking every now <strong>and</strong>
again to try <strong>and</strong> speed the process. Everything is still mostly a shadow <strong>and</strong> they’re somewhat
resembling some very off-putting monster type shapes that is making Louis' jaw lock for a brief
second. That is, before the terrifying figure turns out to be a mere desk lamp <strong>and</strong> now Louis feels
sort of like a twat, but anyway.
He takes a deep breath, then another, his eyes w<strong>and</strong>ering to the window in what would seem like
the perfect time. There’s a black form scurrying off away from view, <strong>and</strong> Louis’ feet are on the
floor within seconds. His heart jumped, pounding disgustingly in his throat because what the
actual fuck was that thing? With shaky h<strong>and</strong>s <strong>and</strong> hesitant steps he teeters towards the window,