Friable
(Adj.) easily broken into pieces or reduced to nothing
Louis feels like something is different before he even wakes up. For starters he slept through the whole night, with no dreams that he can recall. He feels better than he has in a while and he gets out of bed almost tripping over Dutchess as he walks towards the bathroom to have a shower. He comes back to a text from Niall, Harry's friend. He pockets his phone, ignoring the text. He's going to have a good day today. He blow dries his hair and styles it as best as he can with the long ness of it all. After a long moment debating with himself, he decides he is going to leave the flat. He pulls on his coat and slips on his vans, going sock less as always, before he picks up his keys and leaves. Once outside, he shoves his hands deep into his pockets. It's cold but Louis doesn't mind. The cool winter wind feels nice in his hair and he feels refreshed. It makes his cheeks red and makes it harder to walk but Louis is glad he chose to walk rather than drive. He still misses Harry of course. When you miss someone every second of the day, it comes as steady as breathing, you learn to live with it and Louis does. He divides it's not something that's going to keep him from his life. Instead it follows him everywhere, every pavement slab, every inch of his flat, every run to tescos and every seat in the coffee bar. It rides with him in the passenger seat of his car, it waits for him in the bath. It's an ache, it's a shadow and it's his. He lives with it now. Sometimes it's enough to make him feel like he's not alone in his bed. Sometimes there are moments that hurt more. There are always little sharp edges for Louis to catch himself on. Sometimes it's just a song on the radio that he knows Harry likes or an advert for a movie that he knows Harry would be dying to see. Sometimes it's the weather when he wakes up in the morning or a boy with curly hair that comes into the coffee bar. One night whilst tiding his flat, it's the hoodie he finds shoved under the bed that smells faintly of him and he puts it on and sleeps In it. Sometimes these feel like relapses but today Louis feels good. He doesn't quite know where he is going but he's just happy to be outside. He ends up outside Starbucks and of course he goes in. He is greeted by warm ness and a strong smell of coffee. He orders a salted caramel mocha to go and let's the warm cup warm his hands. Louis is distracted but his phone feels heavy in his pocket. It's playing In the back of his mind, why has Niall text him? He sips at his drink and carries on walking. He burns his tongue but he doesn't care, he needed a better distraction. After walking until his feet hurt, he stops and looks up. He can see a hairdressers down the road. He pulls out his phone, only checking the time. He's already been out for an hour, his sub conscience reminds him that Harry could come back. He looks at his reflection in the shop window nearest to him and sighs. He really does need a haircut though. He walks closer to the hairdressers before his curiosity gets the better of him. Louis would check his message from Niall and depending on what it said he would decide to have his hair cut or not.
The message takes a few seconds to load and Louis' impatient, nervous even.
Hey Louis?
I really need your help and please don't say no! It's urgent, can you come over?
Ni xx
Louis sighs, he'll get his haircut, Niall'll be fine. He texts him back
Hey,
Really Niall? I'm kind of busy, can it wait?
Louis xx
Niall replies before Louis even has a chance to put his phone back in his pocket, let alone go into the shop.
The reply is simple, just two words but they instantly startle him and before he knows what he's doing, he's in a taxi on the way to Niall's.
The text read:
