The boy with blue eyes and angst ||| L.S

#5

Two weeks later

Today has been a lethargic day , the school was shutdown due to heavy rainfall. The rain blessed the streets of London before December can bring  chilly winter days. So, Harry spent his entire morning and noon laying on his sofa enjoying the song of rain against his windows while Dusty was lying on his stomach and reading a flithy smutty novel he borrowed or maybe stole from Liam's collection . It's not that he doesn't have any work to do , he has a pile clothes lying on his bedroom floor waiting to be cleaned , his flat also needs bit of dusting and he has to clean the contents of of dustbin which Dusty left on the floor but him being the king of procrastination left all these mudane works for some other day.

He wants to spend his evening also like this , has no wish to leave sweet sanctity of this fine sofa but  he has to , he had made a promise to Niall that he will accompany him to Zayn's studio. Niall wants to buy some honky-dory paintings for his restaurant , has a wish to alter it's decorum and make it more artistic which Harry thinks is totally ridiculous because  that place can't be artistic until Niall changes it's disgraceful odious name.

His phone blinks and it's a text from Niall stating that he is going to pick him up in twenty minutes filled with absurd amount of unneeded emojis , he hates emojis that's why Niall sends plenty of them to him.

He gets up lazily with small groan , puts the book aside which has  messier plot than the current state of his fine abode , totally a Liam kinda book.

He  streches his arms wide like elephant's ears and waltz towards  his bedroom to change out of his a century old t-shirt he bought from a local thrift shop in Cheshire and worn-out sweatpants. The temperature has dropped little because of rain so he chooses bit warmer clothes .

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They both are sitting in Niall's car on their way to Zayn's studio, Niall is driving and he is leaning towards window watching the people holding umbrellas and hot coffee mugs in their hands enjoying the vacuous drizzle , Paris by The 1975 playing in the background.

Most people doesn't like the unpredicted rain in London but he loves it , competely adores it , it is just so magical to see these heavenly pearls calming the thirsty soul of the city.

It's just twenty five minutes walk to Zayn's studio from Harry's residential building and Harry insisted on walking  but Niall was persistent to take a car , doesn't wanna give any  pain to his delicate Irish legs.

They soon reached to their destination. They both get out the Niall's car. Niall throwing his arm on Harry's shoulder , his pale cheeks bit rosy due to the cold weather. They both walks inside the building.

They enter inside the studio, it's set up in the big room,  the walls are decorated with hundreds of  exquisite paintings and the little space left on them is filled with weird graffiti that was done maybe when Zayn had been bored with oil paintings of his , can a painter get bored of painting , maybe,  he's not sure but he never gets tired of his violin ;  one can't get bored of something he is passionate about  right ?  There are two paintings racks in the corner filled with plethora of paintings recklessly.

Zayn's working on his new painting in the back of studio, swinging his brush on the white sheet in a frantic pace , clearly annoyed with something maybe has problem with getting a perfect shade of colour or can't get the texture he wants. The colour Pallete is lying on the chestnut floor along with colour containers sitting beside it  , everything looks chaotic which is quite fine since chaos are artistic.

Zayn's not alone and of course he is not alone , Harry's treacherous luck deceived him once again , Louis is sitting on the floor looking clearly amused with Zayn's displeasure with colours.

" Hii Zayn !  hii Lou , you are also here. Good I wanted to talk to you about this weekend's  plans. "  Niall says in overly excited tone. In the last few weeks , Zayn introduced Louis to all of his mates and they all have been hanging out together since then. Louis spoiling them with his money , buying them the most expensive wines , gifting them whatever they want and paying expensive bills. He is the reason they all are hanging out in most expensive bars of London. They all have become so close , Niall even established a nickname with Louis and Harry detests it , he should have been the most close with Louis considering he is his neighbour but Louis doesn't even glance at Harry when they all hangout.

"Hi , Niall !"  In soft , low voice but his amused expression turns into something he can't gauge. But it's nothing like the irksome and ignorant expression he offered Harry during their previous encounters , it's more of fearful maybe bit anxious but Niall is too lost to notice it.

When Niall and Zayn engages in conversation Louis makes a beeline for door , not even throwing a glance at him. There is something off with him today or maybe everyday.

He makes a little greeting to Zayn but gets ignored , Niall occupying all of his attention , nothing new. You can't focus on someone else when Niall Horan is in the room. He leaves them to have their conversation and decides to go out of the studio .

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He is standing on the pavement which is still damp because of rain , the studio building facing his back. He notices Louis standing under a street lamp staring slightlessy in small pool which the rain left there. He looks  sad and forlorn  nothing like his gay and intoxicated self he behaves around  his mates or irked expression he shows to Harry and it's bit unsettling.

He walks near to him and says bit hesitantly  " It's the pleasent weather today , innit ? "

Louis looks bit startled at first , but replies after few seconds nonetheless " What's so pleasent about dark greif filled clouds covering the city and rain washing away all of its happiness and colours ." And that's not what Harry expected , he expected some insult type of insult or maybe getting ingnored , it takes him few seconds before he replies .

" Isn't it bit cynical ?"

" It is merely a fact " Louis replies looking firm  and before Harry can say anything he trots off in the opposite direction getting lost amidst the people.

That was bit strange he thinks and how come someone can hate the rain , it's beautiful. There is something seriously wrong with this boy , maybe he has some kind of disorder. Harry shouldn't think that , that would be too presumptuous . Maybe he has some family problem , most rich people have some family dispute. He will find out eventually.

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A/N : Thanks for the 300 reads . How was this chapter ? The plot is finally proceeding , there will be more of H & L in upcoming chapters .  Which Larry moment is your favourite ?