you're cold and I burn (on hold)

looking for in the kitchen cupboards. “Sorry, I was out running err<strong>and</strong>s.”
“I didn’t know you had a motorcycle.” Louis leans on the counter, head tilted somewhat to the
side, “How come you never mentioned that?”
“Dunno,” Harry shrugs, “want me to take you out on it sometime?” He smiles, more like smirks,
which earns a scoff from Louis, “Not until you get us both a helmet. I don’t live dangerously, like
you.”
“Alright, deal.”
Zayn leans over to Niall <strong>and</strong> whispers something in his ear which Niall immediately nods to.
Louis looks over to Harry, seeing if he caught the exchange, but he’s too interested in trying to
open up the pack of cookies to care. Niall walks over to Harry, h<strong>and</strong> outstretched, “Louis’ told me
so much about you,” His tone is friendly, kind, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Harry takes Niall’s h<strong>and</strong> into his own for a firm shake, “I hope he’s told you good things, I’d hate
to have to expose some of his embarrassing moments as payback.” Harry’s tone is equally as kind.
Niall takes a step forward l<strong>and</strong>ing the opposite h<strong>and</strong> on Harry’s shoulder for a quick pat, <strong>and</strong> at
the same time Harry shifts onto his left foot, leaning away slightly. When Louis looks over to
Zayn, his lips are pursed. He’s not sure what the exchange means, but it’s apparently crucial to
reading Harry’s body language.
Niall doesn’t seem to underst<strong>and</strong> either, just smiling one quick glance before turning his attention
to Louis, “Embarrassing stories, huh? Can’t say I’m not intrigued, I need some dirt on you,
Tomlinson.”
“He doesn’t have anything on me, don’t listen to him.”
“I don’t?” Harry teases, walking to st<strong>and</strong> closer to Louis, “You don’t.” He confirms, confident in
his answer.
“You know what else I ‘don’t’” Harry asks, voice going just a tad lower, “Fear the reaper.” And
the short sentence makes Louis’ eyes go wide, because he’s completely forgotten about the time
he was caught red h<strong>and</strong>ed bursting out Blue Oyster Cult in his awkwardly short bathrobe. “You
wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.” Harry responds automatically. Louis takes a breath, licking over his bottom lip before
cocking his head to the side in one jerked motion, “Not sure you’d want that.”
Louis can see Harry’s cheek indent, signaling him biting the inside before he looks away swiftly,
just nodding his head ever-so slightly. Zayn is the first to speak up breaking the new silence,
“Why don’t you guys join us in here. Niall isn’t talking, it’s getting lonely.”
Louis laughs at Zayn’s faux-pathetic tone, walking to plop down on the chair adjacent to the
couch Niall <strong>and</strong> Zayn are residing on, “Happy?”
“Harry?” Zayn calls, Harry’s head snapping up, half a cookie crumbling from his mouth, “Wanna
join?”
“Hm,” Harry hums, unable to open his mouth at risk of losing his food. He just saunters over,
taking the seat on the chair across from Louis, sliding his boots off <strong>and</strong> hooking his feet under his
bum.
“Now that we’re all here,” Niall announces, “time for the questions to start.”
“I said not to make this an interrogation.” Louis warns, Harry sinks his way into his chair, getting