Turquoise (L.S)

XXVII

Hey besties!! Unfortunately this is not the double update that I promised as I've had a pretty shitty week :( There's a more detailed explanation at the end of the chapter.

Regardless, I really hope you enjoy this. I worked really hard to try and capture Louis's inner monologue.

Please leave comments as I love reading and interacting with you guys :)

Also the graphic was create by @/haveyalxuis on twitter so deffo give her a follow... she's SO talented

Soft sleet sent delicate, tinny sounds through the car as Louis drove down the winding country roads at an alarmingly slow pace. The morning fog was thick and black ice covered the cold concrete. The radio played as a gentle hum in the background, with the echos of Guns N' Roses' November Rain melting with the noises of nature. His dainty fingers tapped the steering wheel as the long guitar solo played out and his head swayed with the music. Crystalline snow coated the ground and Louis took a heavenward glance towards the granite clouds.

He could just make out a tentative sunrise poking her head above the horizon and fighting the fog. Her timorous light cascaded down into the car in a hue of floaty, diaphanous oranges and pinks. His tanned skin almost seemed to glow and Louis could not help but close his eyes, even if it was just for a second. The wet concrete floor looked like liquid magic, reflecting the beauty of the slow sunrise

As the transportive music faded into DJs voice, Louis was pulled from his dreamlike trance and swerved the car, narrowly avoiding a pothole. He swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the fear from the near miss.

"and that was Guns N' Roses with November Rain. You're listening to radio 1 with me, Nick Grimshaw," Louis blinked once, then twice before scolding himself for getting distracted whilst driving.

He was up extremely early for a recording session and concluded that he was still half asleep. To try and alleviate the drowsiness, he focused in on the DJ's words.

"We've a got a jam packed show for you today but first, I'd like to welcome an old friend, Mr Harry Styles!"

The car came to a sudden, screeching halt as Louis slammed the breaks on and stared at the radio, wide eyed.

Was it possible for dead forests to grow back?

Was it possible for burnt roots to wind themselves around a watery heart once more?

Perhaps he had misheard. He must have done.

"Hi Grimmy! It's good to see you again," The rough, yet melodic sound echoed through the speakers and Louis gulped. There was no mistaking that auditory caramel that seemed to ignite his internal engines. The deep timbre had not changed at all.

Louis felt sick and elated at the same time.

Unbeknownst to Louis's current mental state as he sat in his car, in the middle of the road, the conversation between Harry and Nick continued.

"Likewise! You've had a bit of a year haven't you?" Louis scoffed at the comment. He had no idea.

Harry's laugh sounded like peeking sunlight of dappled woodland, and he agreed.

"It's been a whirlwind but I'm doing a lot better and i'm ready to face whatever challenge is coming next," There was something different in his tone that Louis could not quite place as he obsessed over every syllable that left the singer's mouth.

"That's good to know!! So what brings you to Radio 1 on a cold Monday morning?"

There was a brief moment of silence, and Louis held his breath, then Harry spoke again.