you're cold and I burn (on hold)

comfortable.
“It’s not,” Niall looks hurt, “I just want to know more about him, since he is your roommate <strong>and</strong>
all.” Niall’s face is completely innocent, so Louis crosses his ankles, gesturing for Niall to
continue.
“So, Harry, you like living here?”
“I guess,” He shrugs, playing with the knuckles on his h<strong>and</strong>.
“Is Louis annoying?”
Louis immediately tosses a pillow directly at Niall’s face, causing the back of his head to bounce
off the couch, “Hey!” He protests, “It was a serious question!”
“Answer wisely, Styles, I know where you sleep.” Louis warns, staring daggers into Harry’s eyes.
He doesn’t seem to mind, pursing his lips, “He’s not annoying, just a little intimidating.”
Niall bursts out in laughter, leaning over <strong>and</strong> Zayn is quick to join him. Louis is surprised to say
the least at Harry’s answer. He’s been called a lot of things, intimidating is not one of them.
“Me?”
“Yes, you.” Harry’s states like it's the most obvious thing, “You can pack away a lot of anger, I
don’t ever want to get on your bad side, ever again.”
“Louis’ about as intimidating as a bread roll, Harry.” Zayn chuckles, “He’d have to climb a step
ladder just to be able to yell in your face.” He’s laughing so hard, he’s crying. Louis looks at him
with a completely deadpan expression.
“You’re hilarious, ha-ha.” He says in a low, bored voice. Harry laughs along, but makes no move
to agree or change his answer. It’s a little odd that Harry finds Louis to be intimidating, especially
when he towers over him <strong>and</strong> could break him in half without trying. Plus, he’s seen Louis
directly in the face of fear, <strong>and</strong> in case he forgot, Louis cowered behind him the whole time. It
wasn’t one of Louis’ proudest moments, that’s for sure.
It takes a good few more minutes before Niall <strong>and</strong> Zayn stop their obnoxious laughing <strong>and</strong> short
jokes, but when they do, Louis blinks once <strong>and</strong> they start up again. He just sighs, leaning back
into his chair <strong>and</strong> his expression mimics the classic teacher, ‘I’m waiting’ while he looks directly at
them. Harry can’t seem to wipe the smile off of his face, <strong>and</strong> his dimples are popping out, so
incredibly deep. He really is, in the only word Louis can think to describe him, beautiful. His face
his structured almost…delicately. With wide eyes <strong>and</strong> the perfect curvature of obscenely pink lips.
He doesn’t seem to fit into the dark clothes he wears, <strong>and</strong> Louis for some reason really wants to
see him dressed in one of his lavender sweaters, it would bring out his complexion. Although it
would be kind of small on him, it would still be exceptionally adorable.
Louis catches a small cough, eyes darting over to meet Zayn’s just in time for him to mouth,
“You’re staring.” <strong>and</strong> Louis has to avert his face away so that his blush isn’t obvious. Harry’s idly
playing with a loose piece of fabric on his sock, oblivious to Louis being caught lost in the
fascination of his features. He’s gotta be more careful.
They all continue to talk for a little longer, Zayn keeping quiet as he watches Harry, who doesn’t
seem to mind one bit. He’s following along easily with Niall’s stories <strong>and</strong> coming up with the
perfect responses. The way to Niall’s heart is to listen when he rambles on, which Harry does
without argument. He’s seemingly a people person, for sure, gets along so comfortably with new
people, acts like he’s known them for a while. The fact makes Louis' chest tight, because it’s the
kind of person he wants to be, but is too shy to actually even attempt it. Speaking comes so easily