Drawing the Line // louis tomlinson [hold]

Six - pen and paper

Six - pen and paper

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Louis met me for coffee later that day, upon my request. There was a small shop not far from where I lived, a decent spot where I silently hoped screaming teenage girls would be kept too a minimum. Thankfully, we hadn't been stopped by any fans. Yet.

I took a small sip of my coffee before gently placing the cardboard cup down, leaning forward toward Louis, who was staring off into space as usual.

My eyes crinkled around the edges as I rested my chin on my laced hands, thinking. Louis looked over, catching my gaze.

"What?" He asked, his eyebrows coming together.

He was looking utterly confused, which fed my wondering mind. He was infuriating, and I hadn't known him that long, but yet he was still so interesting and I couldn't help but want to know more, my curiosity growing every day. It had only been two days.

"You're interesting," I say, and he screws his face up looking more confused than before. "I hate you, but you're so interesting."

"Um," he said, unsure how to answer back to my comment.

"What," I said, smiling softly as I leant back again, crossing my arms. "No witty comment?"

"Nope," he replied, sipping his coffee, then setting it down again.

"Shame," I snicker. "I was looking forward to your witty comments today."

"Sorry to disappoint." He sighs, seeming completely uninterested in anything I have to say, far from his previous attitude in which he was sporting yesterday. His face was devoid of any distinguishable emotion and he just looked so. . . Distant. So much different from the Louis I got to spend time with yesterday. Again, I found myself intrigued.

"Hey," I say, starting off another conversation, shrugging off his current attitude. "Let's do something fun."

"Like what? More drawing?" He mutters under his breath, like he hadn't intended for me to catch his words, but I did. But I chose to ignore them.

"Hey! Yesterday was fun." I retort, defending my choice of activities. Well, It could have been fun, if Louis hadn't been such a child and stormed out when he did. But it's Louis Tomlinson. I should have expected nothing less.

"Yeah, for you, maybe." He grumbles, picking up his coffee cup again.

"Exactly!" My bright smile catches his attention, and for the first time this afternoon, he makes full eye contact with me. With his eyes snagged on mine, I talk quickly before he has the chance to look away.

"Let's go for a walk around the city," I say, already out of my seat. "C'mon, it'll be fun."

I don't give Louis the time to reject yet another one of my ideas, and swerve my hips away from the table placed In between us so I don't collide with it, and I pull him up by his hands. He tries to pull back, but my grip is tightly clenched around his hands though they are much larger than mine. With reluctance, he gets up, groaning.

"Oh, come on, Louis." I pout, just wanting to have a good time. "I swear, it'll be fun."

"Whatever, whatever, let's go then." He waves me off, pulling his hands out of mine.

I reply with a large grin, grabbing my coffee cup from the table before turning on my heel, looking for some adventure. Or, the most adventure on could find in the city. I look behind me for a second, only to confirm that Louis is following, which he was, and then I kept walking, breathing in the crisp air.

"It's pretty today, yeah?" I ask, slowing down so Louis and I were walking at the same pace, standing at the same level.

"I guess," he sighed, burying his hands inside his pockets.

I gently nudge his shoulder with mine, trying to act like a friend, and not the master puppeteer orchestrating a brilliant art project. Louis doesn't react, and I frown, not sure why I care so much that Louis Tomlinson did not just acknowledge my shoulder nudge.

I finished off the last of my coffee, disposing of the little cardboard in a conveniently placed trash can, and continued walking, my next sentence already planned out in my mind.

"Hang on," I said, walking just a bit slower so I could safely attempt to fish out a small notepad and pink ballpoint pen I had stashed away in my purse without colliding with anyone or anything.

Once they are both in my palm, my fingers folded over the two items so they don't slip from my grasp, I hold them toward Louis who looks at them, and then to me like he doesn't know what they're for. I roll my eyes.

"Louis, take them for gods sakes." I groan.

"Thought you said it'd be fun, Macy. You pretty little liar." He says, sarcasm fully lacing his accent.

"There's my Louis!" I smile, patting his back shortly before switching topic to explain what the pink pen and notepad would be used for.

"Just write down what you see in the city. There's no drawing or painting involved. This should be easy." I say shortly. "Start whenever. Just get another perspective of the city."

"Okay," he clicks the pen, and begins to scrawl something down. But he stops mid-sentence and gives me a weird look.

"Pink, really, mace?" He groans once he sees the pink color of the pen's ink.

"Yes, Lou. Pink." I laugh, my eyes crinkling around the edges.

We walk for a few more minuets, and Louis and I are actually getting along. It's silent for a while, until Louis speaks up, rupturing the thin silence.

"If I may ask," he starts. "What exactly am I supposed to see in the city?"

"Well," I say, excited to answer a question I actually like. "For instance, I personally, see a body."

"A body?" Louis quirks an eyebrow.

"A body." I confirm.

"How so?" He asks, and I find myself pleasantly surprised for all of Louis's questions.

"Well, the buildings, the banks, the skyscrapers. Those are the lungs, the heart, the organs, the vital parts. Then there's the people -the blood cells-. They constantly circulate throughout the city streets, -the veins- always traveling. Then the bad people. I would imagine they're the bacteria in the system, trying to bring everything down, and whatnot." I explain. "That's how I see it."

"Macy," Louis says. "That's probably the deepest thing I've ever heard anyone say. I'm not even sure if you meant for that to be deep."

"I didn't." I tell him.

"Damn," he says, his lips ever so slightly turned up at the edges. "You're really something, Macy."

I let out a small chuckle, my eyes falling to the to the cracked sidewalk we were walking. "Hardly."

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