Seven Minutes » stylinson

four // ominous

story: seven minutes

part: four //ominous

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After a few minutes of silence, Louis wipes his eyes on the back of his wrist. "S-Sorry for breaking your phone," he sniffles, burying his face in his hands. He feels the powerful numbness from the medicine he was given, but that doesn't help much in terms of his emotional state. Harry shakes his head and rubs Louis' tattooed arm, the one opposite to his burnt one.

"Don't worry about that... What do your tattoos mean?," he asks. He can tell that changing the subject away from what just happened would be a good idea. He can feel the wind blowing his hair and the water still soaking his boots has started to freeze. He puts it in his mind to remember how powerful Louis really is.

Louis wipes his eyes behind his glasses and only sniffles a little as he pulls up the sleeves to the jumper Liam gave him earlier. His has a huge, singed hole in the arm and is covered in blood. He bites his lip and looks outside. The sun has finally rose a little higher in the sky. It must be nearly seven, maybe seven thirty now. He looks back at his arm and sighs. Most of the small inks remind him of what he's having to leave behind.

"Which one do you want to know about?," Louis asks, extending a shivering arm. He's not cold. Harry looks at him in the eyes, then down at his arm, hesitantly pointing at the skating stick figure. Louis swallows and nods, "Yeah, okay... well that is my first one. I got it with my mate Zayn when we were fourteen. It's kinda pointless, but I really like it" Harry furrows his eyebrows.

"This 'Zayn' character seems to have given you a lot of grief in the past. Illegal tattoos galore. What was it he did to have you end up in that alley?," he asks, and Louis feels defensive of his friend. He crosses his thin arms over his chest.

"I could ask you why you ended up in that alley. Running from two dangerous men twice your size," Louis says, and Harry's facial expression doesn't change, he just looks bored.

"I was going out to make sure one of our petty rivals got... taken care of. I just landed down from America this morning. Private jet. They met me at the gates. They jumped me, and pulled a gun as I started running. Nicked my leg, but I've had worse. It's quite impressive how powerful you are, by the way, taking on the two of them while intoxicated" Louis blushes.

He twiddles his thumbs and pulls his sleeve back down, the tattoo talk over before it began. "I wasn't that drunk. And I've been practicing since right after nappies. Top of my year... and I'm not in a year anymore...," Louis rambles, and Harry doesn't comment, "What kind of elementor are you?"

Instead of replying, Harry lifts his left hand and bright red and orange fire tips the tops of his fingers. With his other hand, he twists his pinky and the stone figurine on the table lifts up and levitates. Louis nods, his eyebrows pulled in confusion. It's odd for a waterier and fireier to be soulie."Liam is a earthier and Michael is a windier. Taylor is also a windier and Jade is a fireier. I don't think you've met them. They're the chefs"

Louis shakes his head and yawns. He doesn't want to seem rude, so he stifles another yawn with a clenched jaw. "They were cooking breakfast when Liam was healing you... they left when we started talking..." Louis recounts what happen just moments before Harry stormed into the room, his abilities effecting the electricity. "Not to be blunt... but did you defy all the electricity?"

Harry blinks and the lights turn off, the whole house shuts down. Louis' eyes widen and Harry's lips twitch a little, the power surging back in. "You don't become such an influential person at my age for no reason" Louis wants to remind him that his influence is donned into a gang, but is that anything to say to said gang leader? Whom can effect electricity. "And, I can see, so far, that you are just as powerful with water. You froze the whole property in five seconds. Has nobody ever pointed this out to you?" Louis shakes his head.