My happiness isn't a fan of happiness

"King louis, Harry potter"

The smell of rain still lingered in the air as well as the clouds did in the sky. Harry tugged the sleeves of his jacket over his arms and continued to walk through the damp, empty streets. The air was bitter and cold and it nipped at his cheeks which were now a rosy pink, that matched the tip of his nose. His breath came out in small clouds of vapour, quickly vanishing midair. The sky was dark and the night was lonely as well as Harry. A red neon light that read 'Open' flashed and twitched, drawing his attention. He walked closer, tugging the door open and slipping inside. The small diner was quiet and small with music humming in the background and coffee filling the air. He sat at a small booth, watching as the sky roared and small drops of rain raced each other on the window. A drop had made it's way down the window, picking up other droplets along the way. A voice snapped his thoughts.

"Would you like anything to drink?" a boy with blonde hair asked, voice empty and name tag reading 'Niall'.

"Coffee would be alright."

'Niall' nodded and headed towards the kitchen, returning in seconds with a steamy mug. "Can't sleep?"

Harry nursed the coffee in his hands, "Something like that."

Niall hummed, "Coffee's on the house, by the way. You know, considering it's like one in the morning and I don't give a shit about getting fired anymore."

Harry smiled and nodded a thanks, sending Niall back to the counter to read whatever he was reading. The coffee burned his tongue, giving him a satisfying, warm feeling throughout his body. The atmosphere was comfortable, but Harry knew he had to leave before he missed the bus. He sighed, leaving a tip and giving Niall a wave and walked back into the drizzling weather. Sitting with his bum on the curb and his legs out in front of him, was a boy in a beanie. Harry shrugged it off, walking closer and standing next to him, not caring about the rain that was matting his hair.

Beanie boy spoke, "Do you have a lighter?"

Harry looked down at him and froze. Maybe it was the cold air that had made it's way into his jacket, or maybe it wasn't. Either way, there was no denying that he was beautiful. His eyes were a crystal blue and his hair was a soft brown with his fringe slightly matted to his forehead. His lips were thin and a pinkish grey, curling at the sides a tiny bit.

"Yes or no?"

Harry fumbled through his pocket, pulling out a lighter and wordlessly handing it to the boy. He watched as the boy pulled a cigarette out his back pocket and brought it to his lips, cupping his hand around the flickering flame to keep it from burning out.

A cloud of smoke escaped the boy's lips. "Thanks." He handed the lighter back to Harry, focusing his gaze back on the streets in front of them.

"Y-You're not wearing a coat." Harry said, trying to break the silence.

"Brilliant observation." The boy smiled around the cigarette.

"You'll get ill."

A shrug, "I'll live."

"What? Do you like being ill?"

The boy gave a dry laugh, "I'm always ill."

Harry opened his mouth to say more, but was cut off. "Sit with me."

So, Harry did. He sat on the slightly wet curb, shifting uncomfortably as his jeans dampened with water. "Why are we sitting?"

For once, the boy met his eyes. "Why not?"

Harry didn't ask any further questions, instead he watch as the boy crossed his ankles and shook his feet back in forth; a steady rhythm Harry followed in his head.