Museum of Memories // Larry

The Rainbow

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"Marcel?"-His name slips my lips before I can close them and silently evaporate from this Earth.

The man jumps a little, probably not expecting someone to be so close to him, he was probably so focused on the painting he lost the sense of world for a little, I hadn't noticed he was holding a coffee and he almost burns himself spilling a little over the hand.-"Shit!"-He curses the drops of coffee that stained the sleeve of his shirt.

"Oops!"-I say unable to help.

"Hi."-The guy who's trying to wipe his sleeve says without turning to look at me. Than his head turns in the fastest motion I've ever seen someone turn his head in my life.

His voice...is deep! His face...god his face, and his hair, short curls, brown glasses, like the ones he used to wear back at high school , only that even the glasses had a glow up during the decade...I almost cry right there...he's handsome. How is this...HIM!! He's...hot! Why is he so hot like this! Marcel was cute and beautiful and soft, but this...this is sharp and handsome, and oh god did I mention his jaw? I've kisses that jaw and I swear it used to be more round and childish...Wait, I've kisses his jaw...I've kissed this man.

Harry's been looking at me up and down, not sure if he's seeing it right.

I think that last realization hits us both at the same time, because we both look away for a second after a short time of just staring at each other.

What do I say after that? I jumped into action without a proper plan.

He saves me the struggle.-"It's Harry."-He says almost playful, but by his morning tone and deep voice it almost comes out as an annoyed threat.

I feel my skin cover in goosebumps. God I haven't felt like this in years, I haven't had such reaction to people in decades.-"Marcel fits you better."-I say with a smirk. Bold of me to say that now, this guy can literally pin me against a wall right now...why am I thinking of him pinning me against a wall again?

Harry shifts and gives me a little smile, it doesn't reach his eyes and there's no dimples. He's sleepy I can tell, dark circles, slightly slumped shoulders...coffee.

"Wait, how did you bring coffee inside the most secure museum in London? They don't allow food or drinks here."-I say and I know that because last time I was here, back in college, when I had an addiction with coffee they didn't let me bring my large late with me. I had to throw it at the entrance and you've never seen me drink a late all in one sip before like I did that day. It was burning hot by the way but I just didn't want it to all go to waste.

Harry smiles looking at his coffee.-"I bribed the security guard."

"Kevin?"-I ask.

"How'd you know his name?"-Harry asks tilting his head a little.

"Ah Kevin! And here I thought I was the only one bribing people today!"-I say and Harry chuckles, a single dimple showing on his cheek.

"Typical Louis."-Harry mumbles out loud.

"So you do remember my name! For a second I thought you where just responding to be nice and didn't remember me."-I laugh a little.-"Since when is little Marcel bribing people and braking the rules and laws?"