you're cold and I burn (on hold)

was against it, he wouldn’t have admitted to everything. It’s not like you chained him to a chair
<strong>and</strong> refused to feed him until he talked, Louis.” Niall sounds so sure of what he’s saying <strong>and</strong>
Louis can feel himself relax, “Just go on, don’t act weird <strong>and</strong> brace for the way he’ll act
tomorrow, you’ll know everything by then.”
“Is it weird that I’m nervous?”
“No, you just took it to the next level with Harry, I’m happy for you.” There’s nothing but
sincerity in Niall’s tone <strong>and</strong> Louis feels a blush creep onto his cheeks. “And now that all the deep
stuff is out of the way, how was the kiss?”
“Fucking hot,” Louis breathes out, <strong>and</strong> suddenly it’s like he’s fallen into the stigma of a teen
romance movie, which is perfectly fine, “Harry’s just hot in general, felt like I was on fire the
entire time.”
“I’m jealous.”
“Stop that.”
“Okay, okay, but you gotta admit it, you’re fucking lucky, anyone would kill to be intimate like
that with Harry, his face looks like it was chiseled with crystal.” Niall laughs, <strong>and</strong> Louis can’t
help but smile.
He talks to Niall for a little longer, letting the conversation take a turn <strong>and</strong> allowing Niall some
time to talk about his day, complain about how bitter his coffee was this morning <strong>and</strong> about how
he’d bought a new pair of shoes. Talking to him makes Louis feel a thous<strong>and</strong> times better, calms
him down <strong>and</strong> lets his mind rest from the racing thoughts earlier, Niall has always been the best
person to help him relax.
He’s not going to think about how he <strong>and</strong> Harry will interact tomorrow, he’s not going to rethink
his decisions. Instead, he’s going to laugh at Niall’s jokes <strong>and</strong> comment on his stupid stories <strong>and</strong>
pace around the room picking at whatever he can get his h<strong>and</strong>s on.
Hours pass before Louis’ phone vibrates against his cheek, signaling the low battery. On that
note, he lets Niall off the line, knowing it’s nearing two in the morning by now anyway <strong>and</strong> he has
class tomorrow morning. Of course, he’s too nice to end the conversation first, especially when he
knows that he’s Louis’ lifeline for sanity.
But, he says goodnight with a yawn, tells Louis to text him or call him if he starts to worry again
<strong>and</strong> Louis thanks him for always being there, promises to buy him lunch tomorrow as a treat. He
feels a lot better once he finally lays back down, after switching on the fan <strong>and</strong> the television to
drown out the impeding thoughts.
It’s cool <strong>and</strong> relaxed, <strong>and</strong> all of the lights are out in the living room which means Harry’s asleep
in bed, Louis doesn’t know why that thought comforts him so much.
It only takes a few more minutes before Louis’ eyelids are too heavy to keep open <strong>and</strong> he’s
drifting off into sleep with the feeling of Harry’s words ghosting over his lips, “Don’t stop.”
And it’s the plea to continue that makes Louis believe that this was right, that he was right.
Chapter End Notes