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And he doesn’t want stress to always have him locked away from things like this, from peace.<br />
Every single day; it’s bills, how to pay them <strong>on</strong> time when m<strong>on</strong>ey is even more scarce than<br />
happiness. It’s the empty canvas that taunts him, because his mind is drawing blanks <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> his jaw is<br />
locking up, why can’t he think? It’s the worry about getting a new job, how to speak to people<br />
without stuttering <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> losing his train of thought. It’s not having a car, not feeling like an adult <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
it’s being the disgrace of your family. They wanted him to be so much more, but he’s as much as<br />
he can be.<br />
But right now the bills are a breeze, the canvas is the crinkled dirt, the social phobia is the<br />
sunlight.<br />
Louis’ bathing in the quiescent essence, he’s letting it soak into his skin <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> coat his tired face.<br />
He’s lost in the unutterable c<strong>on</strong>tent <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he never wants to open his eyes <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> deal with any<br />
urgency, he doesn’t want to get up <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> walk to face some<strong>on</strong>e he doesn’t underst<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>. His b<strong>on</strong>es<br />
ache with the memory of never being good enough to earn praise from the people who meant<br />
most to him in the world, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> how the <strong>on</strong>ly thing that seemed to help was walking in the backyard<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> staring at the flowers. Memorizing the symmetry, the colors <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> patterns. How they grew<br />
without scrutiny, how they danced so carefree, how they were beautiful without interrupti<strong>on</strong>. The<br />
inspirati<strong>on</strong> behind what made Louis who he was, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> who he wanted to be.<br />
“Louis?” A smooth, familiar voice shatters the walled serenity, “I’ll be damned.”<br />
Zayn fucking Malik. Gorgeous, maybe the most gorgeous features Louis has laid eyes <strong>on</strong> to this<br />
day, psychology major. The indefinite boyfriend of Louis’ overly sophisticated step brother, Liam.<br />
It’s devastatingly rare that Louis gets to ever see him out, he’s always in class, or with Liam (who<br />
Louis’ playing the silent game with.)<br />
Louis smiles down at his ab<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><strong>on</strong>ed plate, before meeting Zayn’s deep brown eyes. They always<br />
seem to bore into you until you’re so uncomfortable you’re spilling your entire life story to him,<br />
making you feel bare. “Well well well, look who crawled out of Liam’s ass.”<br />
“Oh, ok, now I remember why I d<strong>on</strong>’t actually like you, thanks for the reminder.” Zayn laughs,<br />
moti<strong>on</strong>ing towards the empty chair at Louis <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Niall’s table. Louis gives him a quick nod,<br />
accepting his request.<br />
“Liam’s been pretty M.I.A lately, haven’t heard from him, what’s been going <strong>on</strong>?” Niall enquires,<br />
sipping away at him empty drink, making an extremely annoying slurping noise.<br />
“He <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis are being children.” Zayn shrugs, flipping n<strong>on</strong>chalantly through the menu, “Are<br />
the burgers here any good? You know I’m kind of a burger snob.”<br />
“He’s the <strong>on</strong>e being a child,” Louis <strong>hold</strong>s up his index finger, brows raised, “<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> you h<strong>on</strong>estly<br />
can’t go wr<strong>on</strong>g with a burger, it’s meat between a bun, simple as it gets.”<br />
Zayn’s mouth pops open, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis doesn’t admit that he’s having trouble deciphering if he’s<br />
actually offended or he’s pretending.<br />
“It can be overcooked <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> taste like a piece of <str<strong>on</strong>g>burn</str<strong>on</strong>g>t rubber, the meat can be low-grade, the burger<br />
can be too greasy, it could be under or under seas<strong>on</strong>ed, I could go <strong>on</strong> for days.”<br />
“I usually get the grilled chicken salad,” Louis offers, choosing not to resp<strong>on</strong>d to the list of burgerd<strong>on</strong>’ts<br />
Zayn has laid out. If its food, its edible, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis’ not keen <strong>on</strong> turning into a master critic<br />
when looking through a menu.<br />
“Hm,” Zayn scrunches up his nose, “you eat like a rabbit, gross.”