Saturday 2
As Louis bustled into the studio, hopping on one foot to pull on his ballet shoe, he pushed his feathered fringe from his face and breathed out a sigh of relief. He reached the studio with two minutes to spare, thanks to his wandering mind keeping him from leaving the coffee shop early enough. He couldn’t be late for another lesson or else Mr. Harbour would give him a right bollocking. It would’ve been the fifth consecutive time, so he was glad his athletic build streamed him to the building quickly.
The reason he had to rush through the city was because of that curly haired lad who sat in his piano seat one week ago. When he was ordering his morning coffee from the local Starbucks, a flash of curly hair rushed past the window, causing Louis’ thoughts to return once more to the silent boy.
Many times during the week had his thoughts filed back to the boy and he had no idea why. He couldn’t help the drifting thoughts, even when he was supposed to be annoyed with him. He was captured by those green orbs and melted into a pool of curiosity at the thought of those soft lips. He felt slightly perverted thinking of his lips on the other boy’s, especially when he didn’t even know his name, but those lips were just too enticing. Louis didn’t know why the boy was there; he definitely wasn’t a student there or else Louis would have known him, and also he wouldn’t have acted so oblivious to the performer and would’ve embraced his presence fully.
Louis wasn’t boastful of his popularity, but everyone did know who he was and everyone did like him, regardless of their jealousy over his many perfected talents. He was just so likeable that nobody could bear to break that perfect smile, and they had no choice but to return it, as it was so infectious. In his three years of studying, he’d no doubt been the star student. His abilities only got better over his stay, causing him to grasp the lead role in most of the plays the University put on. He looked so comfortable on stage, so graceful as he danced over the raised floor, so pitch-perfect as he belted out the song, and so emotionally involved as he read the memorized script with no mistakes whatsoever.
Back to the present, Louis ignored the judgemental glare from his teacher and shuffled into position by the bar to stretch out his muscles. As he bent and stretched his legs until he could feel the pull, Mr. Harbour pottered around the studio in search of something unbeknownst to Louis so he would be ready to start the lesson. Louis had private lessons from the rest of the students as Harbour’s teaching to the others was too easy for Louis. He needed a more advanced study and Harbour agreed to provide him with that.
"Louis, do you fancy running into your piano room and grabbing that CD? I think you took it away with you…" Mr. Harbour mused.
With a swift nod, Louis trundled out of the room to his piano room, through the thin crowds to the familiar room. His eye caught a small sign situated by one of the doors reading “Rays of Sunshine charity event”. It clicked in Louis’ mind that that must’ve been the reason for the busyness last week and the continuation this week. He’d heard through the mill about it but thought nothing of it, but seeing the beaming faces of the students involved and the workers, he realised how good a cause it was and a small smile tugged at his lips.
As he entered the room, his eyes cast over the memorable hunched body and mass of curls. He was eager for the boy to warm up to him, for some strange reason. The same tune was being played again, the same dreary tune. Louis slid over to the piano. The boy must’ve noticed Louis’ arrival as his fingers clanged against the keys to make an atrocious mess of notes. The boy’s cheeks flushed hot pink and his lip drew between his teeth. His eyes shut tight as if willing himself to keep his emotions at bay. His head dipped and his fingers clenched together into a fist.
Louis didn’t know what to do. All over that one mistake, the boy seemed to be breaking down in front of his eyes, but Louis knew nothing about him as to know how to help him. Awkwardly, an emotion Louis didn’t often feel, he lifted his hand and placed it on the boy’s shoulder; but as soon as the light touch graced the jumper clad shoulder, the boy jumped back in shock and fell to the ground. He scuffled backwards to the corner of the room and hugged himself with fear. His green eyes were wide from the contact, scoping out the room with a fidgeting glare.
Once again, Louis stood there bewildered. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly to try and console the boy but nothing flowed from his mouth, because he didn’t even know what to say.
"Are you alright?" he said cautiously.
Silence. The boy’s expression subdued to the blankness it exploited the week before, his lips clamped shut.
"Okay…well I’m just going to get my CD and like leave," he said uncomfortably. His shining eyes walked around the room in search of the missing disc, taking a while to find it. The suffocating tension in the room collapsed over Louis’ body as he rushed to find the CD. Finally finding it, he grasped it and ran out the room away from the breaking boy.
As he stepped out the room and leant against the cool white wall, he sucked in a well needed breath to replace the gripping hold the atmosphere of the room had on him, and he let it out shakily.
What the hell even was that?
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FanficHow is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words? Louis’ life was a joke through his witty words. Harry’s life was a joke through his lack of words. Louis was classed as a normal child; mentally and physically. Harry was classe...
