you're cold and I burn (on hold)

sweet smell of hazelnut will brighten his mood.
As the water is running through the coffee grounds, Louis pulls down a mug <strong>and</strong> the sugar dish,
taking notice of the small, folded piece of paper that’s laid neatly atop of the counter. Louis’ name
is scribbled across the front, in this neat-slash-sloppy h<strong>and</strong>writing. He slides it over, brows knit as
he unfolds it. A small, thin card falls out. Louis picks it up, eyeing it before realizing it’s Harry’s
credit card. He lays it back down on the counter <strong>and</strong> continues to read the short note that’s written
inside.
Louis,
If you’re wondering where I am, I’m at my sister’s visiting for while, probably won’t be home till
after you’re gone for dinner. Though, I did leave my card for you. I want to buy you that suit, the
one you need for tonight. If you don’t, I’ll be offended, so. Take it as my formal apology for the
grocery store mishap, yeah? Good luck with everything tonight, hope it goes well. And by the
way, I get statements on my phone, so don’t go buying a new house or anything. H
Louis doesn’t realize he’s smiling until he’s finished reading the letter, picking up the card <strong>and</strong>
holding it between his fingers. It’s probably, not probably, definitely the sweetest things anyone
has ever done for him <strong>and</strong> Louis can feel his whole body tingling. Now he’s overly excited to get
ready for tonight, his heart swollen <strong>and</strong> beating too fast in his chest. He’s going to have a few cups
of coffee, a long <strong>and</strong> extremely hot shower, <strong>and</strong> then he’s going to buy himself a suit <strong>and</strong> then
leave Harry a note.
Once he’s finished everything on his list, he grabs a piece of notebook paper. Steadying the pen in
his fingers as he writes out the letter, his h<strong>and</strong>writing is more of a formal cursive, but it's a little
wobbly because of how fast he’s writing.
Thank you for the new suit, I hope Armani is good? Kidding, kidding, but maybe not. I’ll see you
tonight, if I don’t take a flying leap over a cliff first, obviously. Usually, you can’t buy my
forgiveness, but this was a sweet thought, so it worked this time, congratulations. By the way,
your h<strong>and</strong>writing is atrocious. L
His h<strong>and</strong>writing actually isn’t bad, but Louis’ gonna put that anyway just to get under Harry’s
skin. He tucks away the card in his pocket, pulling up suit shops all over London that are within
walking distance, <strong>and</strong> struts out the door, hoping he keeps this light mood all day.
*****
Okay, so this place is absolutely stunning, it looks like it was pulled directly from sophisticatedanonymous
or some shit like that. Louis finally decided on a light gray suit, fitting him perfectly
<strong>and</strong> he admits he looks like a well-polished gentleman (at least he will until he opens his mouth).
Liam arrived to the flat at five on the dot, eyes wide <strong>and</strong> face in full shock when Louis had
stepped out, looking a million times better than Liam <strong>and</strong> loving every second of it.
There are ch<strong>and</strong>eliers everywhere, gold accessories <strong>and</strong> marble flooring. It looks like a museum,
as if Louis touches something his fingerprints will disintegrate it into nothing, like everything is
too precious for human contact. There are tables full of a vast variety of alcohol, wine glasses
displayed in an intricate pattern, a full fountain sprinkling water from a Greek stature in the middle
of the floor. To say that he feels out of place would be an understatement, but he keeps his head
held high, nose up, body rigid.