[Niall]:(opens the office door, wide stretched arms)"Another day in making the life of Niall James Horan the greatest!"
[Louis]:(puts his pen down slowly, uninterested)"What else could be so exiting about that?"
[Niall]:(putting his palms on the desk)"Who's the new "JAMES & JAMES' HOME DECORS" chief?"
[Louis]:(mocks in thought)"My grandmother, I suppose?"
[Niall]:"Incorrect!"(finds place on the facing chair)"And guess who graced us not with their appearance in the opening?"
[Louis]:(leaning his head back slowly)"I've been busy Niall."
[Niall]:(a leg on the other)"Oh, I could only tell by the cluster of patients just eager to hold a meeting with you in the waiting room."
[Louis]:"I blocked all appointments for today."
[Niall]:(tries to spin his non-office chair)"Didn't you?"
[Louis]:(spins his actually office chair sideways)"you know-"
[Niall]:"I don't. Come on, You haven't attended one ceremony to say the least."
[Louis]:"I had a dream about the sweetest butterfly last night."(smiles some)"It was too blue."
[Niall]:(hums in listening, silence prevails momentarily)"I barely encounter any kind of flying insects lately."
[Louis]:"I mostly fancied white ones. Have you ever envied a butterfly?"
[Niall]:"I would like to share my dream as well, if I were to remember what it was"(stretching lightly, scratching the back of his head, smirking)"I bet it was as appropriate as needed to be told."
[Louis]:(giving half the death glare)" I bet I would want the information"(spins to the other side)"It was so vivd, and calm? Perhaps less vivid than strong. Sober?"
[Niall]:(nods, more serious)"They say you can't imagine, or dream, for the matter, of what you haven't ever seen."
[Louis]:"I don't reckon the last time I saw a butterfly, let alone dreamt of one. But as if it never knew stress. And it was masculine? How could ever a butterfly feel masculine? Or have a gender? And a male one. Or seem to be in knowledge of stress."
[Niall]:"You know that butterflies have gender as much as you do, don't you?"
[Louis]:(sarcastic-now you don't say)"Matter of fact Niall, I don't. Would I have the honor of getting taught? At the end, you were the one who failed his biology class, am I wrong?"
[Niall]:(intertwines his hands, deadpanned)
"Flipping the tables by digging into my tragic, long time buried, middle school biology marks, I see. Good one, Louis. Real good."
[Louis]:"Well, I had a tragic dream."(pause)
"You can't detect a butterfly's sex by the sight of it...Unless you have some sort of genitals antenna, which I wouldn't be surprised if you do."
[Niall]:"Well, I don't see the tragedy in it. But I think it's good, a change can be good."(looking up, hands behind his back, smiling wide-AKA streching)"As far as I know mine is. Niall James Horan; the owner of my own damn industry."
[Louis]:"It's a shop, Niall. A shop."
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The Boy Out Of The Graphite Picture
Fanfic"And so people try not to miss the verdict in what they love or assure to, as if for that they're trying not to afflict right in what they despise or are repelled from, they are all equal in desiring the delusional happiness that is not impossible t...
