Notes To Strangers | L.S.

Early morning

Harry sat on the balcony, it was an early morning and he couldn't find sleep anymore. He brought his guitar with him, it was placed neatly on his lap while he sipped on tea, his eyes lost at the beautiful sunrise painted on the sky. The air smelled nice though it smelled like nothing really. It was just fresh and cold, felt good on the skin. And the street below was empty and quiet, a few elder people would occasionally walk by getting their early movement done for the day.

He placed his cup on a small table that was to his left before he adjusted the guitar comfortably and playing around with some chords he memorized. He has always struggled playing the guitar, somehow forgetting to move his fingers on time to get the chords right but he practices anyway.

Starting off slow as he hums under his breath, his eyes focused on the strings making sure he doesn't get too distracted and forgets to play them. But with birds chirping around, it was almost impossible. He kept zoning off, the cold air making his fingers numb it almost hurt to move them.

He let out a sigh as he placed his guitar down again and decided that would be it for the day. It was getting chillier, Harry only wore a black band shirt he found laying on the floor. He probably wore it two nights ago but doesn't remember it. He heard a groan from below causing him to furrow his eyebrow. He leaned against the railing looking down at the street immediately noticing a boy walking by wearing a beanie.

The guy was walking as he kicked on rocks that would be on his way. He accidentally kicked too hard, it ended up hitting a cars window. The guy threw his hand up to his mouth preventing him from laughing too hard while Harry watched the guy with amusement on his face. He kept walking glancing at the car making sure it wasn't broken or anything and with the release of a breath, Harry knew the car was fine.

He noticed the cheekbones on the guys face, it was vaguely familiar. But the guy turned back around and Harry could only see his back. He let it go, not thinking too much about it as he sat back down eyeing the car the lad was worried about over a second ago. Harry laughed under his breath. Maybe he should get up earlier if he gets to see things like this happen.

He remained sitting there watching as the sky turned a bright blue color and the sun began shining too brightly for Harry's eyes. He was squinting as he tried not to think about how hot it was getting. Finally he got a distraction when he heard footsteps below. He leaned over the railing again recognizing the beanie from earlier.

This time he got to see a bit of the guys face. Thin lips and hollow cheekbones. He looks so much like Louis. The skinny jeans, oversized jumper... shit, is it Louis?

The guy was carrying a bag of bread, early shopping? Didn't Louis say he's not an early bird?

Harry ran back inside to his flat and looked for an old pen he knew was lying around on his desk before he went back out and noticed the guy was almost gone so he threw the pen as far as he could where the guy would still be able to notice it.

The guy stopped, looking to his left where the pen had landed, he walked over to it but stopped again when he noticed it was just a pen. He turned around and Harry noticed his furrowed eyebrows causing him to chuckle.

It is Louis.

Those blue eyes were scanning the street before they looked up and he noticed Harry. He squinted his eyes and then a smile formed on his lips as Harry waved at him. Louis walked closer until he was right below Harry's balcony, "Did you throw that?", he asked and Harry laughed. "Course I did".

Louis let out a small laugh looking down at the ground before catching Harry's eyes again. "Thought you said you're not an early bird?", Harry asked him with a smile. "Am not, I haven't slept yet", Harry now noticed the dark circles under his eyes and before he could ask anything, Louis spoke up. "I was at a pub last night, would you believe me if I said I ran into Ed Sheeran and Lewis Capaldi? Shit I thought I was dreaming". Harry laughed, "I believe you".