you're cold and I burn (on hold)

knowing that if the smallest sounds were to arise he would most definitely be shitting himself right
here in his bedroom. At first, there doesn’t seem to be anything, just the howling wind ripping
through the leaves, grass blades leaning <strong>and</strong> whipping around accustomed to the rough breeze.
The stars are covered by the thick bog of storm clouds <strong>and</strong> the moon is muted, making it even
darker than every other night. Right as Louis leans his forehead against the frigid glass, there is an
eerie scraping against the rubbage can outside <strong>and</strong> it scares the life out of him. His body jolts away
so fast it knocks the air from his lungs, he’s positive he almost had a heart attack just now. He’s
not sure where he needs to be, but he wants to get the fuck out of this room.
His feet are leading him because his mind is frazzled <strong>and</strong> coherent thought isn’t possible when
you’re this fucking frightened. For some reason, they take him to the couch where Harry is still
sound asleep. Louis’ h<strong>and</strong>s are on his shoulders immediately, shaking furiously without even
wondering if Harry is going to send a fist in his general direction.
“Harry, Harry- wake up!”
His eyes are fluttering open, but his lips are pulled into a frown, only more than obvious he’s not
entirely pleased with the sudden wake up call, “What the fuck?”
His rough voice catches Louis by surprise, but he brushes it off, “There’s someone outside.” Louis
answers, vision darting around the dark living room. The thunder is shaking every dish he has <strong>and</strong>
Louis has no idea how Harry could sleep through something this loud.
“There is?” He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that the power is out.
Louis nods, h<strong>and</strong>s still firmly gripped on Harry’s shoulders, “Yeah, I saw them run by the
window, then I heard something scraping around outside.”
“They’re by your window?” Harry asks, not allowing Louis any time to answer before
continuing. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” The statement does nothing to detour Louis, who follows
him with a vice grip, he’s not leaving Harry’s side, someone will have to pry him off, probably.
Harry doesn’t seem to mind, heading to his bedroom. His skin his <strong>burn</strong>ing hot beneath Louis’
hold, his nails digging in accidentally but he doesn’t quite care at the moment. He’s half glad that
it's so fucking dark that Harry’s not fully visible or Louis would be definitely giving his body a
once over, because he’s curious, right. Who wouldn’t be? The fact that Harry’s maneuvering
perfectly despite the low-light circumstances only confirms Louis’ earlier thoughts, he’s for sure
nocturnal or something. He seems to toss around <strong>and</strong> discard some shit, ruffling through the items
of his suitcase, on the floor, on his bed, then finally the deserted corner where he finally finds what
he’s looking for.
“What is that?” Louis squints through the dark, making out a general shape, but it’s non
mistakable, “A baseball bat?”
“Yeah, stole it from my dad.”
“So..” Louis quirks his brow, “you’re going to.. beat them to death? Or are we going to invite
them to a fun game of baseball?” The sarcasm is strong but it sounds pretty comical so Louis lets it
flow anyway.
“Y’got something better?”
After some quick thought, Louis’ smile drops, “No.” He answers softly, “Whatever, Babe Ruth."
“Anyway,” Harry breathes <strong>and</strong> Louis rolls his eyes, “<strong>you're</strong> going to have to let go of me if you
want me to check this out.” His voice kind of floats through the air, it also kind of dances. It could