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c<strong>on</strong>nect at any point. He doesn’t h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>le stress well, so it makes him want to throw himself into the<br />
dewy grass lawn <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> just lay there, get lost in the stars <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> pretend he’s not letting himself get tied<br />
up in this whole thing. He wants to stare ahead, breathe in the cool air even though it’s bitterly<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>cold</str<strong>on</strong>g> in his lungs, clear the palette, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> at the same time he wants to pry further into Harry’s past.<br />
He wants everything <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> nothing all at the same time.<br />
He opts to take a seat <strong>on</strong> the frozen c<strong>on</strong>crete instead.<br />
It’s so <str<strong>on</strong>g>cold</str<strong>on</strong>g> that it’s making his bum go numb but he can’t bring himself to care. He might catch<br />
pneum<strong>on</strong>ia out here without a jacket, but he’s giving himself a few more minutes to recompose<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> put <strong>on</strong> a face that says, ‘no, I didn’t just find out something about you that you like to keep<br />
hidden. And no, I’m not going to use it to my advantage to get to know you more.’ He’s always<br />
been awful at lying. But, if reading the full exposé <strong>on</strong> Harry’s backstory is even close to a<br />
possibility, Harry can’t know his intenti<strong>on</strong>s. And Louis feels awful, but he’s too curious <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it’ll<br />
drive him crazy not to know, why is Harry ashamed of this?<br />
An obnoxious vibrati<strong>on</strong> breaks his thought <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis sighs, reaching into his back pocket to grab<br />
his cell. It’s <strong>on</strong>ly when he sees his father’s number does he feel the way he’s instantly nauseous,<br />
this timing couldn’t have been any worst. N<strong>on</strong>etheless, he slides to answer, pulling the speaker to<br />
his ear <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> hoping his voice is str<strong>on</strong>g <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> uncaring, “Hello, dad.”<br />
“Louis, how are you, s<strong>on</strong>?”<br />
“Addressing me as your s<strong>on</strong>, eh? Guess you forgot you were embarrassed by me.” Louis<br />
resp<strong>on</strong>ds, bitter <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> distant, sarcasm so str<strong>on</strong>g he can taste it in the thin air.<br />
“Please, d<strong>on</strong>’t start.” His father sighs, tired. Louis doesn’t care. “I was going to ask you<br />
something, but I need you to listen instead of trying to make digs at me, okay?”<br />
“Shoot.”<br />
“My company is hosting a dinner, all the workers <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> their families will be there. I want you <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
Liam to attend with me.”<br />
“I’d rather die, h<strong>on</strong>estly.” Louis st<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s, walking back to the flat because the air is suddenly too<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>cold</str<strong>on</strong>g> <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it’s raising goosebumps all over his arms.<br />
“It’s not really a choice, Louis. You need to be there, it’s already known that you <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Liam are<br />
my s<strong>on</strong>s, if I had the opti<strong>on</strong> to <strong>on</strong>ly bring Liam al<strong>on</strong>g, I would.”<br />
“Of course you would. Only bring your golden boy so your work doesn’t know what a failure<br />
you’ve raised, am I right?” Louis’ voice is accusing <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> rough, no hint of sincerity, never an<br />
occurrence when he’s talking to his father.<br />
“It’s not that. Liam is just more formal <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> composed.”<br />
“You mean- Liam will kiss the ass of all your executives <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> play ‘pretty <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> perfect’ for your<br />
squeaky clean image? He doesn’t run his mouth with loads of quick back h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>ed comments, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
he w<strong>on</strong>’t care when old, crusty men look down <strong>on</strong> him?”<br />
“Exactly.”<br />
“You can fuck off, I decline your shitty invitati<strong>on</strong>.”<br />
“Watch your mouth, have you no respect?” Offense is dripping in every word; it makes Louis<br />
smile.