Boundless •L.S•

Suits you|24

How much does one need to practice to make something look like it's nothing but something that comes as natural as it can be.

Louis has no idea, but with time passing by, he and Harry have been practising nearly every day.

With time passing by, their relationship has been slowly coming to contact with the public, teasing it day by day with little posts on social media and with pap walks.

Nearly two weeks later, the media has been going crazy, both the stars' names being on countless headlines, speculations, and guesses about the sudden relationship between the two start swirling around.

Behind the cameras, both Harry and Louis have been keeping their side of the deal, which means that they need to practice.

Lots of practice.

Harry's gaze flicks up from the book he is currently reading towards the big door in his living room. Somebody is there knocking.

With a sigh, the curly haired one puts a bookmark between the pages that he is currently reading and gets up from his seat on the couch to open the door.

He goes up to the door and opens it only to be revealed with a gorgeous pair of blue eyes.

He looks like he was about to turn around and most likely leave.

"Hey." Is the first thing he says, "I'm sorry for," a pause, "disturbing, it's quiet late, I know, but I had one of those cravings and I had ti get out if the house and I just ended up here, I know - "

"You're rambling." Harry stops Louis' frantic explanation and takes a step to the side. "Come in." He sounds indifferent. Honestly, if this was Louis from several weeks ago, he would think that Harry sounds quite rude, but now he knows that this is nothing but a genuine offer.

Louis nods his head and steps into the warm house. "Thank you." He says and gives Harry a small smile, Harry only gives him a small nod.

The taller lad walks forward towards what Louis knows it to be the kitchen, Louis quietly following, "Tea?"

Louis looks at Harry for a second longer before answering, "Sure. "

Once again, the curly haired one nods.

"Tell me about it." He says while going around to collect what is needed to make the tea.

"About what?" Louis asks as he sits down at a barstool.

"The craving, tell me about it."

Louis is quiet for a moment, thinking about it because how does he explain that? His cravings are always so confusing to him that words are nearly not enough.

"It's a blur, honestly, confusing. It's like a normal craving, you know, like one that you would get for a sugary treat but more, taunting?" He pauses with a frown, "Frustrating and dark, so dark, sometimes it's bearable, I can wait, but other times it's too much to bear, it feels like I'm one step away from insanity if I font get my fix, relief myself."

Harry listens, his quiet hums, and nods being proof that he, in fact, is listening.

"What about this time?" He asks, his tone gentle as he

"This time it wasn't that hard to cope with, I guess, but the more I was at the hotel the more tempting it was, knowing that I could just take my fix, nobody would know, right?"

"But you didn't." Harry says with a hint of a smile on his lips, barely there.

"I didn't." Louid shakes his head, feeling the tiniest bit proud of himself for doing what he did.

"Good, that's good." Harry nods, taking the two cups of tea and moving towards Louis, setting them down.

"Thanks." Louis says as he takes his cup of tea.

And the lads fall silent, this seems to be their thing, to be able to fall into this comfortable silence.

Louis looks around the kitchen. He truly loves Harry's house. It suits him, something about the way that the house is decorated suits the curly haired one and his personality.

The house is extravagant and big, normally, but among all that extravaganza, the house looks like it's more like home, comfortable.

"I like your house." It was blurted out on accident, Louis didn't mean to say that.

"Thank you," the younger lad says as he takes a sip of his tea, "I decorated it." And the words are said in a tone that showed Louis how proud the man is for doing that.

"How does that not surprise me?" Louis raises an eyebrow.

"How so?"

"Oh, come on, curly, the place screams drama, and let's be real, you are a true drama queen."

Harry narrows his eyes, "Please, Louis Tomlinson, that sounds like a joke coming out from your mouth."

Louis laughs at that, "Perhaps you're right." He muses.

"I know I am." Harry takes a sip of his tea, which reminds Louis to do so too.

They both fall into that familiar silence as they sip into their teas.

After what seems just a few short minutes, both lads head out towards the living room where there is a blanket draped on the couch. Obviously, Harry had been there.

Suddenly, the image of Harry snuggled under the blanket, all cosy, can't seem to leave Louis head.

"Don't mind the mess." Harry says as he goes and sits down at the couch with Louis like always following him.

As Louis sits, he notices the book that is lying on the coffee table, a bookmark barely sticking out from the page that Harry must have left at.

The book looks like it's been read one too many times, the corners are a little bit bent.

"'The Picture Of Dorian Grey'" Louis says under his breath. "Suits you." He mumbles as he opens the book at a certain page that he had remembered.

And there it is, a sentence highlighted with a soft blue sharpie, "Behind everything exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic." The words roll off Louis mouth smoothly.

"Suits you." He says again this time his gaze lingers on Harry's jade green eyes.