kalon l.s

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LOUIS' POV
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TRIGGER WARNING : ALCOHOL ABUSE !
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ohhh, the rest of the story has barely any filler chapters ;)
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"what are you doing?" i walk down the hallway to harry who is sat on the ground. his shirtless torso is hunched over and his muscles tensing with every movement he makes.

my shirt wraps around his head perfectly, the dark drown curls contrasting from the white so beautifully. every strand of hair curling around the material or flowing out in the right places.

the smell of chemicals swims through the air and into my lungs. i have a hint on what he is doing.

he turns his head up, concentration written all over his face. "my nails." he replies before diving back down to his project.

i hum, moving to take a seat behind him with my legs on either side of him.

i grab his shoulders in between my hands and start to massage his broad shoulders. a pleased sound crawls up his throat as he sits the red nail polish on the coffee table to relax against my hands.

he rolls his head side to side as i move my hands down in between his shoulder blades, my thumb digging into his skin. pleased groans are being thrown from his lips every few seconds.

"i'm taking that you are enjoying this?" i kiss the base of his neck, before proceeding to apply pressure towards the middle of his back.

he lets out a soft and quiet chuckle, eyes closed and basking in the feelings of my hands tending to his body. "correct." he answers shortly, drifting off into another round of groans.

"mhm." i hum, a slow grin making its way to my face. i take my hands back leaving his shoulders and back cold and unaccompanied, but then i lean forward to hug his upper body to my chest.

his eyes slowly open, along with his body slumping against my own. i turn my head to the side to leave a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"i haven't seen you do red before, hmm." i note, leaning back on the couch with my legs still on either side of his build.

he nods his head, taking the nail polish brush in his hands again. "not in a while." he replies.

the red coats his nail in a swift stroke, no clump or dryness. it's glides on the surface perfectly.

we had the first day of the last semester of uni today, it being monday. everytime i hear or think of monday, harry pops up. him painting his nails, the different colors. how he always sits on the floor when he does it, never at a table. it had only been a few times i've seen it though. he likes routine so i'm guess he always sits on the ground.

besides that, today has been any regular day.

except for the loud banging on the door that changes the rest of the evening.

i jerk my head up at the loud noise, swinging my legs over harry. i make a fast break for the door.

as soon as i open it i'm met with the reeking smell of alcohol and sweat. the horrible smell like spilt gas, flooding through the door.

sweat and strong liquor make up a very tired and extremely drunk liam.

fuck.