you're cold and I burn (on hold)

Chapter 7
Chapter Summary
Louis finds out some interesting things about Harry.
(this is all my fiction, the body language interpretation is all for fictional fun, it has no
scientific backup.)
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Louis' not hungry but he’s still playing with the food on his plate, biting off small chunks of
lettuce every now <strong>and</strong> again <strong>and</strong> pretending to be otherwise occupied. So, yeah, he’s definitely
procrastinating, but could anyone really blame him? He told his roommate he thought he was
beautiful (where the fuck did that even come from, honestly?) <strong>and</strong> shit got awkward so fast its
pretty much a blur. Harry’s never came off as anything other than cocky <strong>and</strong> confident, it sort of
just reeks from his pores. So, compliments shouldn’t offend him so much. Maybe Louis came off
as condescending, maybe Harry has this unhealthy hate for the word “beautiful.” Either way, there
are ripples all over the surface of their newfound friendship, if he could even call it that. It made
Louis’ stomach unsettle.
On a happier note, the sun is shining at full force all over the usually bleak city <strong>and</strong> making
everything look more alive. The grass is dancing happily in the rays, smiles unmistakably peaking
out on the corner of everyone’s lips. The world seems to just sway gently following close to the
soft breeze <strong>and</strong> Louis wants to close his eyes <strong>and</strong> get lost in the sun-saturated serenity, but an
obnoxious Irish accent seems to stab his ears. Lovely.
“So, any plans to get moving anytime soon? I’ve finished my food like, an hour ago.” Niall sits
back, arms crossed over his chest in a huff. Impatient Niall is a replica of a grumpy child.
“To say the day is pretty would be an understatement, darling, why not enjoy it a little longer?”
Louis presses, letting the flutter of his lashes remain stagnant on his cheeks, trying to feel
connected to the breathing of nature’s calmest state. He feels whole. It’s nicer than pretending to
be interested in the soggy food that’s been ab<strong>and</strong>oned on his plate.
Louis can hear Niall breathe again, an annoyed <strong>and</strong> bored kind of puff that makes Louis’ nose
wrinkle up. He’ll never really underst<strong>and</strong> why Niall can’t just let himself get lost in precious
moments like these. Those moments where all the stress that averages a place on tired shoulders
finally seems to evaporate for just a few entrancing seconds. Where the only sound is laughter <strong>and</strong>
the brisk scrape of the tree branches. Shoes seem to pad lighter on the concrete, arms seem to feel
less weighted, <strong>and</strong> you remember that in the gr<strong>and</strong> scheme of life, your problems are so much
smaller than they seem to be when they’re all cornering you at once. And Louis forgets that his
roommate might be uncomfortable with him from now on, <strong>and</strong> he forgets that his father is forever
disappointed at the man he has become. His mind is momentarily blank <strong>and</strong> it’s him <strong>and</strong> the sky.
It’s rare, to say the least, that Louis can unchain himself from all the problems he drowns himself
in during his day to day life. Its even more rare that he can do it while not in the comfort of his
exquisitely decorated flat. He wants to capture all the traits of nature’s most tranquil qualities. The
heated sun, the slow clouds that drift through the never-ending blue, no rush, no chaos.