you're cold and I burn (on hold)

Louis’ going to pretend it had nothing to do with the fact that his body was being pulled towards
Harry like a damn magnet, <strong>and</strong> he’s still shocked his confidence stayed intact even though every
inch of him was teamed with doubt <strong>and</strong> a shy cloak. He’s never been so straight forward before,
but it felt right <strong>and</strong> seeing Harry so willingly in front of him, all but begging for more, only kind of
confirmed it.
But, now what the hell does that mean for them?
Was it just a kiss? It was almost more if Louis hadn’t broken out of the sex induced-haze he
seemed to be momentarily lost in. Was it Louis openly admitting that he cared about Harry? Cared
about his well-being despite his attempts to remain neutral? It was ever since Zayn’s reading that
Louis knew he was in too deep, that this would be more than two roommates living together. He
knew then that Harry was so much more than that, <strong>and</strong> it’s why he took such a sudden interest to
him.
And this gut reaction was going to change their dynamic immensely <strong>and</strong> permanently.
And then again Louis was okay with that. He would be okay with kissing Harry again, feel his
skin, hear his breathing so close. He would be okay with always making sure Harry felt that he
could be himself around Louis, always, <strong>and</strong> he was willing to accept that he’s thrown himself into
Harry’s life <strong>and</strong> has possibly secured a place in the transformation he hoped would take place.
And now he’s going to do what he absolutely needs to right this second, so he pulls his phone out
<strong>and</strong> clicks on Niall’s contact. After a few rings, an Irish accent is filling his ears, “Hello?”
“I kissed Harry.” Louis greets, cutting straight to the point without hesitation.
There’s a lot of shuffling on the other end of the phone, Louis snorts out a laugh, “What t’hell do
you mean? You kissed him? What the fuck happened tonight?” Niall’s words are tripping over
each other in a rush to get out of his throat.
“The dinner, I met one of Harry’s exes, apparently he treated him like shit <strong>and</strong> that made him
basically want to become a different person. Y’know, Zayn had told me he was more of a
submissive person, but it was kind of of a hidden embarrassment, that was interesting but this
made me underst<strong>and</strong> it was so much more than that, Niall.”
“Uhm, okay, I’ll pretend like I know what you’re talking about, what was Harry like before the..
change, or whatever?”
“Liked wearing cute sweaters, being called princess, it’s-“
Niall’s voice cuts him off immediately, “Woah, woah, woah, are we talking about the same Harry
here? Your roommate who rides a motorcycle but can’t bother with a helmet, basically lives in a
leather jacket, cocky as all hell, likes being called princess?”
“Yes, <strong>and</strong> I know, I know. I would’ve never guessed. But anyway, I confronted Harry about it <strong>and</strong>
he completely shut me out, didn’t want to talk about it at all, tried to tell me this big change had
nothing to do with the fact that Royce had broken his heart. I was pissed, right?”
“Whose Royce?”
“That’s the ex.”
“Ok, got it, continue.”
“I knew that was bullshit, so I did something about it. I, uh, you know, like pinned him? Tried to..