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grace period to see if that helps anything. I’m giving you till the end of the m<strong>on</strong>th <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> if the rent is<br />
still not delivered, I’m sorry to say that your residency will be terminated <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> you will have to find<br />
other grounds to live <strong>on</strong>. Give me a call if you have any questi<strong>on</strong>s, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> have a great day. Hope to<br />
receive the payment from you so<strong>on</strong>er versus later.” And then the line goes dead.<br />
There’s an odd mixture of relief <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> panic. Because great, he wasn’t immediately kicked out, but<br />
how the hell is he supposed to come up with the m<strong>on</strong>ey by the end of this m<strong>on</strong>th, c<strong>on</strong>sidering a<br />
job w<strong>on</strong>’t pay until two weeks after your first day? His entire body is aching to get home <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> sit in<br />
his lavender living room with scent of his c<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>les floating all around him. Louis’ trying to remain<br />
as calm as humanly possible <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> not let the stress fade evidently over his face. But it’s just not<br />
possible. He’s going to loose his house, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the thought is starting to become grave <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
unchangeable.<br />
A text from Niall tries to snap him from his thoughts, but worry has already engulfed him <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
there’s no escaping it this time. He pulls his sweater up to his nose, using the sleeves to cover his<br />
face <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> letting the soft color overtake him. He’s messing up, screwing himself <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> his life over,<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he just wants to be happy. He <strong>on</strong>ly wants to be happy.<br />
Why is that so much to fucking ask for?<br />
He’s being childish <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> immature, running away from his problems, that much is obvious. But no<br />
matter how hard he’s trying, he can’t break himself from what he loves to do, the <strong>on</strong>ly thing that<br />
makes him feel like a normal pers<strong>on</strong>. Everything else is too hard to comprehend <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it makes him<br />
feel like an idiot, like he’s not good enough. But there’s this sense of pride that washes over him<br />
every time he lays eyes <strong>on</strong> the art he’s created. The feeling simply can’t be matched. His ph<strong>on</strong>e<br />
c<strong>on</strong>tinues to vibrate, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Niall’s calling now, so Louis raises the ph<strong>on</strong>e to his ear <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> paints a<br />
smile <strong>on</strong> his face that could fool any<strong>on</strong>e, maybe even himself.<br />
“Sorry mate, didn’t see your message until just a sec<strong>on</strong>d ago, are you here already?” Louis says,<br />
keeping his voice light <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> acting like he isn’t drowning in his own mind.<br />
“Yeah, right outside the doors, wanna meet me out here? Gotta present for you!”<br />
“If it’s anal beads, return them immediately, I’ve already got enough.” Louis jokes (half jokes),<br />
waiting for Niall to hang up before putting the ph<strong>on</strong>e up <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> walking towards the fr<strong>on</strong>t door. Niall<br />
is waiting right beside them, looking akin to a fucking ray of sunshine with a smile plastered <strong>on</strong><br />
his face that can probably be seen from the mo<strong>on</strong>.<br />
“There’ya are, look here, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> d<strong>on</strong>’t get too excited. There’s no toys.” Niall pulls his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> from<br />
behind his back, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> there’s a tiny little statue. It’s kind of abstract, but it’s smooth as marble <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
it’s tinted in lavender. Louis blinks as he <strong>hold</strong>s the little sculpture between shaking fingers. “How<br />
did you know.. about the lavender?”<br />
“Talked to Liam last night, was asking if he knew how to help me with this math questi<strong>on</strong> I had<br />
been stuck <strong>on</strong> for hours. We got to talking about you. Said you were <strong>on</strong> a lavender kick <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> I<br />
immediately thought of you when I saw it passing the shops right over there.” Niall explained,<br />
pointing to the tiny antique shop right down the street. “And you better appreciate it, you little<br />
fuck, I stood in line for a whole three minutes."<br />
Louis could <strong>on</strong>ly nod al<strong>on</strong>g, at a loss for words as he ran his touch over the smooth material. It’s<br />
the prettiest thing he’s seen, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he cannot wait to get home <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> put it right in the middle of his<br />
coffee table. Niall is probably (not probably, most definitely) the best, best friend any<strong>on</strong>e could<br />
ever ask for. He’s rocking back <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> forth <strong>on</strong> his feet <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> looking expectantly at Louis <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> his new<br />
additi<strong>on</strong>. Worry is replaced temporarily with appreciati<strong>on</strong> <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the warmth that <strong>on</strong>ly beauty could<br />
give him, al<strong>on</strong>g with a certain calming shade of purple. “Three minutes? You were withering