Saturday 5
Louis’ head dipped down as he walked through the reception, hiding himself from reality. His grey beanie snuggled his head, covering his - in Louis’ books - recklessly untouched mop of brown hair that was left limp. The strands felt foreign and heavy on Louis’ head as of their lack of thick gel which was normally wound through them to create the masterpiece that was, basically, sex hair.
His skin felt worn and his limbs felt languid. The tanned flesh that covered his body felt, for the first time in a long while, dry and coarse, something usually stopped by his weekly moisturising on Sunday. What could he say, he liked to not only look nice, but feel nice too, regardless of how ‘gay’ he sounded, he still had to make sure he looked preened to perfection.
He was sure he had dark purple bags under his eyes, that this time he hadn’t bother to hide by his secret stash of foundation. Even if he had covered up the evident tiredness he felt, the dragging of his feet and wilted hang of his arms would’ve betrayed his pretence. He didn’t have the energy to lift his limbs even an inch off the ground, so instead he chose to scrape the light soles of his shoes on the flooring and slowly make his way around, the rough scuffle of his dragging following him around as a reminder of his awfully drained state of mind.
The problem was that Louis couldn’t make up his mind. He couldn’t decide whether it was the rightthing to come in search of Harry, or not. He wasn’t even sure if Harry would turn up, and the thought of that sinking feeling when he didn’t turn up again was utterly disheartening. Nevertheless, Louis had somehow persuaded himself that even if Harry didn’t show up, then at least he’d have a final answer on the question which had been circulating his cluttered mind for the past week.
Had he fucked it all up, before it had even began?
What ‘it’ was, Louis hadn’t even decided himself. And if he was honest, it wasn’t on his list of priorities just yet. The first thing he had to do in relation to the curly haired boy was smooth things out with him, except that was harder said than done when the boy wouldn’t give him the opportunity to do so.
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Sorry for the short chapter munchkins!! <3 Ily babes xoxoxoxoxo
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Mute Larry Stylinson Harry!Mute
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...
