Meraki
(V.) to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put of yourself into your work.
Harry always knew there was something about Louis. Something a little bit mysterious, something hidden. Although Louis joked a lot, he was always very modest. When Harry told him this he had shook his head and had been a little offended. He had said that nobody likes modest. However Harry could not help but be taken aback when Louis had surprised him.
They had gone away for a few weeks in the summer and there was a mix up with hotel rooms. Louis had been ready to complain but once they were shown into the master suite there was really no need. It was a big room with a wide flat screen tv, a fireplace, luxury sofas and a coffee table on a fluffy rug. Leading off of the living area was a door to a bedroom. A king size bed was in the centre of the room facing yet another flat screen, it had Egyptian cotton sheets and chocolates on the pillows. Off of the bedroom was an ensuit and a door leading out onto the balcony. On the other side of the room was a walk in wardrobe and another door which was locked. Harry had been in the pool for most of the day as it was far too hot to be doing anything else. Louis had gone up to the room just after lunch time moaning about a headache from the heat. Harry had sat on his own for a few hours before going to check on Louis. He swiped his room card and waited for the beep before entering. He sighed with relief as he walked in, Louis had the air con going and the slight breeze felt good on his clammy skin. A piano melody was coming from towards the bedroom and Harry smiled. Louis must have some music on. He strolled in to find him and frowned when the room was empty. The sound was coming from the locked room. Harry span around and the door was ajar. Confused he walked over and stood in the door frame, pushing the door open a bit more to see what was inside. He almost gasped out loud but he held it back, keeping quiet. A white grand piano occupied the room and sitting at it was Louis. His small fingers moved fluently along the keys, no mistakes being made at all. His eyes were shut and he moved slightly with the music, he was just completely lost in it. Harry was going to make a noise, let Louis know he was there but he was worried that he would stop. The melody changed into something he recognised, he didn't know it well but it was by a band that Louis liked. The fray was it called? Something like that. He only played that for a moment before the sound changed again and this time it started off quiet, slow. For some reason the notes hit Harry and he was amazed, he didn't recognise this song at all and the thought that Louis had written this sent him into a state of awe. It was when Louis started to sing that Harry's jaw dropped. The song seemed to have some kind of meaning and Harry knew Louis wasn't a bad singer but he didn't know he was good, more than good. Louis' voice was raw, bare. It showed his emotions and it broke on a few of the notes adding to the overall sound. There was no words that Harry could think of to describe it apart from it was beautiful. Louis Tomlinson was beautiful. He sung with such passion and love and it was all feeling, he was completely lost in the music. It was the lyrics that really stuck in Harry's head. He doesn't catch the beginning but he hangs on every word afterwards.
And I know, you're gonna be away a while
But I've got no plans at all to leave
And would you take away my hopes and dreams?
Just stay with me
All my senses come to life
While I'm stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I'll never leave again
Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you'll always be a friend
Cause you are the only one
