you're cold and I burn (on hold)

“Uhm,” He coughs, looking to the floor, “What about last night?”
“Don’t play coy, you had me pressed against the wall, you kissed me, pretty damn good, too.
Were you just trying to weasel information from me, or was that something you really wanted to
do?” Harry cocks his head. So he’s getting straight to the point this morning.
Louis feels absolutely put on the spot, <strong>and</strong> stress is not his friend, in fact it’s the exact opposite.
His mind is frazzled, trying to put together enough words to make a coherent sentence. “You’re
stubborn, I wanted to know more about your past, you wouldn’t tell me.”
“Oh,” Harry nods, his lips twitching into a small frown, <strong>and</strong> it makes Louis’ stomach drop, but he
doesn’t know what else to say, he doesn’t really know how to h<strong>and</strong>le this situation. He’s so out of
his element, would saying he wanted to do it make Harry feel better? Would it make him
uncomfortable?
“Yeah,” He responds, weakly.
“Well,” Harry breathes in, his whole body deflating <strong>and</strong> now Louis feels even more awful,
“M’gonna go out to see a friend for a little bit, was just going to tell you that I might not be home
tonight, so.”
“Okay,” Louis feels his voice shaking, <strong>and</strong> Harry’s brows shoot up, “When are you leaving?”
“In a few, why?”
“No reason, just..” Louis trails off. And there is a silence that falls between them. Louis doesn’t
want Harry to leave, he was hoping he would be here all day even though the thought made his
whole body shake.
Harry st<strong>and</strong>s there, eyes trained on Louis, <strong>and</strong> it’s like he’s willing Louis to speak, to say
anything, but Louis can’t form the words. He feels like he’s walking on egg shells when things are
nowhere near as complicated as he’s making them out to be. He should just outwardly tell Harry,
that yes, he wanted to kiss him. Because he did, he really did, but at the same time he’s trying to
keep a steady dynamic between them, he doesn’t want to push anything.
And when Harry eyes drop, he loses the restraint to hold back his unformed thoughts <strong>and</strong> he says
the first thing that l<strong>and</strong>s on his tongue, “I wanted to, Harry, I wanted to do it.”
“Wanted to, what? Kiss me?”
“Yeah, everything, I, uh, I just. I can’t really explain. I was trying to get you to feel like you could
open up to me, but at the same time I was just doing everything my body was asking to do. I
wanted to touch you, I wanted that so badly, more than I realized.”
And to say that Harry was trying his very best to hide the obvious smile on his face would be a
complete understatement, <strong>and</strong> Louis can help but mirror the exact expression onto his own face.
The first thing that he acknowledges is that Louis admitting to wanting to kiss him rather than just
getting information was something Harry had wanted to hear, <strong>and</strong> it was something that was
important enough to make him smile, which warms Louis’ stomach <strong>and</strong> makes his legs feel sort of
numb.
Because Harry is just so beautiful when he smiles.
“I’ve been wanting you to kiss me since I met you, if you couldn’t tell.” Harry shrugs, trying to
come off nonchalant but doing a completely terrible job at it.