I entered the room to find two people in it. One is who I know as Liam, sitting in a red couch watching TV, and the other is Niall who is concentrating in snapping his fingers.
"Hello." I waved awkwardly.
Niall didn't flinch, but Liam looked at me weirdly.
"Hey, who are you and why are you in my dressing room?" He questioned.
"Oh I'm Louis, Paul's cousin. I'll just be hanging out I guess..." I scratched the back if my neck.
"Oh...I'm Liam, and this is Niall-Niall stop snapping and say hi." Niall didn't stop snapping.
"Hi."
I sat on a chair by the TV, there was a random door across from me which opened after the sound if a toilet flushing.
This is the part of the movie where it goes into slow motion and the camera perfectly focuses on all of the persons perfections and imperfections at once and everything great about them and puts it all together with sappy music in the background.
He walked out of the bathroom, his eyes raked over mine and he smiled one of those smiles you will only see twice in your life. His forehead wrinkled when he did so and so did the corners of his eyes.
His eyes were the color of a thousand trees and his lips were like a sunset in the fall.
He presented himself in a way of how he has an effect on people he his oblivious to that just, my god, makes you go insane as if 'do you even see what you are' but he doesn't because just the way he breathes makes you wonder how one can do that.
Not just how one can breathe but how one can breathe with such grace you say 'wow why can't I breathe like that' but really it's just him. But it isn't just him and the way he breathed. It's him and how he breathed.
His hair moved like an ocean current, softly like it was made to move that way. He was born and put on the earth to have his hair move like leaves cascading off of a tree in the fall.
He sat down with his gray sweat pants barely touching the floor that his feet were planted on, his shirt touched his flesh in a way that isn't clashing colors anymore, it is as if that color was for him to wear and him to wear only. He wasn't wearing shoes yet he didn't react to the cold floor and his dimples popped out when he exhaled.
His eyebrows quirked together and I swear he has no idea what kind of creature he is that makes people melt be the quirk of his eyebrows and god, what would he do if he did.
"Who's this, Liam?" He asked, grasping a water bottle around his long fingers which curled around it just right.
"Louis, Paul's cousin." Liam dismissed, scrolling through his phone.
"Hello, I'm Harry."
And that's where it began.
