Mute Larry Stylinson Harry!Mute

Saturday 6

Saturday 6

The soft notes floated through the air, prancing over to Louis’ ears before bounding into his mind with harsh clunks of the keys. The simple tune turned heavy and slack, lapsing in smooth texture to a rough structure of stammering sounds. As stuttered and messy as it sounded, the song was nothing less than a masterpiece, it evidently only being able to work by the hands of an experienced player with formidable talent.

Louis’ eyes widened comically as he stumbled over to Harry in a daze, the boy stuck in a trance of music where he played the familiar piece fluently. Louis stood bewildered by the piano, watching Harry play the instrument until the song ended delicately. His jaw had dropped and his eyebrows had shot up under his feathered fringe. He choked a bemused chuckle out when Harry looked up at him, wide green eyes staring up at his being, but not directly into his eyes.

"What the- how the hell did you just do that?!" Louis said astounded.

Harry blushed, a pink dusting speckling his cheeks and lighting up his face. Louis couldn’t think of anything cuter in that moment, because Harry looked so adorable he thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest. Harry’s shoulders raised into a small humble shrug, his teeth bearing over his bottom lip to scrape his face into the most innocent expression Louis had ever seen. ‘I actually think I’m going to cry from his cuteness,’ Louis thought as his eyes roamed Harry’s sweet expression.

"You don’t even have the sheet music in front of you! What even- I can’t- wow!" Louis babbled, his mouth forming a surprised smile which curved at the side of his lips.

Harry budged up on the stool without thought, offering the space to Louis who took it immediately, still staring incredulously at Harry.

"Are you some kind of musical genius or something?!" Louis asked, grinning.

Harry looked down to hide the ever growing blush on his face, but Louis caught it nonetheless. Harry shrugged once more to seem nonchalant, but Louis knew he’d struck a chord by the twinkle in Harry’s eye he spotted whilst Harry lowered his head.

"You’re amazing Harry, seriously," Louis said softly, hesitantly placing his hand on Harry ‘s shoulder, bypassing the thought of lifting the boy’s face up by his chin as that might’ve been too far. "It’s taken me so long just to learn the basics of that song. I haven’t, and I don’t think I ever will be able to, put that amount of emotion and flow in it as you have. You’ve got a serious talent there Harry, really, it’s incredible."

Harry shook his head sharply, a taught unbelieving expression threaded through his features. His expression showed nothing but the words ‘I really don’t’.

"You do Harry, believe me. And don’t say I’m lying because my ego is too big for me to say that someone’s more talented than me, and I usually never say anything if I think that, so it isn’t something light for me to say," Louis chuckled. "So believe me, Harry, when I say you’ve got a gift."

Moments passed of Harry staring just to the right of Louis’ head, before those bright greens connected with Louis’ for a split second to somewhat gage whether he was telling the truth or not. Once Harry had gotten the answer that yes Louis was telling the truth, a small pull at the corner of his lips determined to Louis that Harry had accepted the compliment.

"Can we…maybe play it together?" Louis asked apprehensively. Harry nodded surely, strong emotion behind his action. "This is going to sound so stupid…but do you by any chance have the music with you?"

Harry’s lips pursed a little into a smirk, seeing Louis blush fiercely at the irony that he was the one to teach it to Harry and he needed the sheet music. Harry pointed over to the brown satchel that lay carelessly on the floor, indicating the location of the sheet. Louis scuttled over and searched through the bag, his hands coming across two pieces of paper.