blue eyes like blue skies<3 ~l.s

chapter 2

Trying to fight his persistent writer's block, he concentrated hard on the collection of love poems in his lap in pursuit of any inspiration at all. He combed through the book several times but found it didn't help much. He had to admit that this last project had the potential to be the worst assignment he would turn in this semester. He knew he wouldn't be able to create anything especially insightful about romance given his still-sore memories of his past relationship. Accepting defeat, he unwillingly began to write a few lines of bullshit so he had something to turn in when someone walked over to a chair not too far from him.

The boy was carrying a messenger bag that he pulled a sketchbook and a tin of pencils out of. Harry tried half-heartedly to stop staring at him, but he couldn't help becoming locked on the stranger's beautiful features and charismatic feathery caramel hair. He could tell from where he was sitting that the boy had the most remarkable blue eyes he had ever seen, and Harry wanted so badly to become familiar with them.

Harry's eyes were glued to him, to his nicely groomed facial hair and glasses resting on the tip of his nose. The stranger glanced over the top of his glasses all of sudden, looking straight at Harry. He stared intently for a few seconds before offering a small smile and a polite "G'afternoon, mate."

Harry collected himself and forced out, "Good afternoon," in a voice much higher than his usual morbid tone and returned the smile.

"Gorgeous day, yeah?" the boy said sarcastically with raised eyebrows, tilting his head to the window near Harry.

"I quite like the rain, myself. Sounds relaxing," Harry told him, his voice returning to normal.

The boy paused to consider this and replied with, "Yeah, I s'pose. Just don't like what it does to my hair," and shook his head like a dog after a bath.

Harry laughed lightly and surprised himself with how comfortable he felt with this stranger, which was fairly uncommon for him.

"Don't be bothered, you look quite nice," Harry promised him with a smile.

The stranger blushed and bit back a grin, breathing out a laugh. "Thanks. Oh, I'm Louis, by the way," he told Harry.

"Harry," he said, trying to fight the huge grin at the sight of Louis blushing. He stared resolutely back at his paper, hoping Louis didn't notice how he was smiling like an idiot.

The next few hours passed with only the sound of rain on the window and both boys scratching pencils across paper and turning pages. Harry stole quick glances throughout the afternoon, feeling a little jittery and pleased. Before he knew it, he'd written two pages of poetry, inspiration flooding through him from the second he laid eyes on Louis.

He glanced up once more when he heard Louis putting away his things. He shouldered his bag and smiled wide at Harry, making his eyes crinkle. Harry bit back another giant grin at how pretty Louis' smiles are.

"I'm off then, see ya 'round, Harry," he said with a small wave.

"Bye, Louis!" he replied cheerfully. He turned to gaze out the window, watching as Louis left down the sidewalk. "See ya 'round."