Beautiful Silent Boy [L.S]

Truly Madly Deeply

(LOUIS POV)

I snapped my journal shut and tossed it somewhere across the bed. My phone was buzzing beside me. A bright picture of Harry and I was on the screen, with "Hazza" in bold text across it.

I unlocked the phone and answered.

"Happy Birthday Hazza!" I yelled, into the receiver.

"Aw thanks Lou!" He said happily. "I was actually calling to see if you were doing anything. I'm kinda bored at my house." I could hear him shuffling around in the background.

"Um, no actually, I'm not doing anything," I said, laying backwards and looking around my room. " Do you want me to come over or do you want to come to my place?"

"Is your grandmother cool with me coming over so late?"

"Yeah, yeah, as long as we're quiet she won't mind. She likes you. You know that. I think she even flirts with you more than me at times!" I teased.

"Oh Louis Tomlinson that's rich! She's just a nice lady. It's not flirting," he chuckled.

"Sure sure. Don't forget where you belong now!"

"In your arms forever and always," he said.

"Forever and always," I repeated.

"Alright, I guess I'll be over in ten."

"No stay put. I'll come get ya. It's late and I don't want you walking by yourself on your birthday."

"You don't have to Lou."

"I really want to. I insist."

"Fine, fine! And you say I'm the stubborn one."

"We're both obstinate fools. Equals in every way." I grabbed a hoodie from my closet, and pulled it quickly over my head.

"Alright, I'm coming now. Be there shortly. Love you."

"Love you too."

I shoved the phone in my pocket and quietly walked down the stairs. I wrote on a little sticky note and said I was going to pick up Harry and stuck it to the fridge.

I pulled the door shut and took my pack of cigarettes out of my jacket, lit one, and let out a long drag.

I walked down the quiet streets, seeing only dim outlines and the orange embers from the head of my cigarette.

Harry was surprised to see that I was a smoker. But honestly it was one of the few things that helped me relieve stress. Every once in a while he would smoke with me, but he would cough and sputter and I would laugh. The poor lad could never handle it all that well.

I jogged up stairs to his house, and pinched the tip of the fag with my fingers until it went out.

I had terrible callouses and rough skin on my fingers from doing that, but it was just another bad habit I hadn't over come. And I didn't have any real intentions of doing so.

I grabbed my keys an unlocked the door, walking in quietly. Harry was sitting on the couch, flipping through his phone.

"Hey, have you heard of this game called Flappy Bird?"

I groaned. "Please spare me. That game is absurd. I almost broke my phone because of it. Damn thing was created by Satan," I plopped down on the couch next to him, watching him tap the screen.

"Flap, flap, flappy bird. Flap flap," he sung to himself. I watched him go through pipe after piper with ease.

I flinched a couple times, sure that he was going to die, but he remained calm and fairly chill. After making it through over 100 pipes, I really just wanted the large lipped bird to crash.