Strawberries & Cigarettes

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Notes: 

Hello, lovely people!

The songs for each chapter will be at the beginning, give them a listen if you'd like to. The title is of course from the song "Strawberries & Cigarettes" by Troye Sivan which has been stuck in my head ever since I first heard it. Great song, though! Thumbs up for that song.

Comments would be really appreciated, they always make me feel sooo happy, so thanks in advance! <3

Alright, now that all this has been said, we shall start!

I hope you'll enjoy this crazy, horrendous story. Let me know :)

                                                                             Song(s):

                                                               "Far, far away" - Wilco

                                                      "Behind blue eyes" - The Who

The first time Louis Tomlinson saw Harry Styles, it was snowing.

Big, heavy flocks falling from the sky in some sort of uncoordinated dance, catching the lights of the streets lamps around it.

Louis was standing outside of the pub he worked in, trying desperately to light his cigarette despite the cold gusts of wind. It was a frustrating procedure.

When the end of his cigarette finally started glowing in a satisfying glimmer, Louis glanced up through his eyelashes, and that's when he saw him.

A tall figure stood amidst the flurry, the colors around him blurring at the edges. Actually, not standing...- dancing. Or at least some form of body movement, his arms raised in the air, palms up, slowly spinning in a circle. His tongue was sticking out of his mouth, catching flakes on it. Something caught Louis' eye on the ground and he lowered his gaze to the boy's feet...which were clad in golden boots. Actual sparkling, golden boots that caught the little light in the air around him.

Louis didn't know why, but he couldn't avert his eyes from the figure at the street corner. There was something utterly fascinating and compelling about the sight, impossible to look away from.

Who knows how long he would have continued staring at the boy twirling in the snow if the back door of the pub hadn't opened, a few drunk students stumbling out, bringing with them a sweep of loud music and voices.

When Louis turned around again, the boy was gone.

Louis stared at the patch of snow and dark he had left behind. What a strange thing to do; as if he had never seen snow before.

"Hey, d'ya still need that?" one of the boys who had stumbled out of the pub asked, pointing at the untouched cigarette between Louis' fingers.

"Nah, you can have it," Louis said and gave it to him.

"Thanks, mate," the boy said and grinned. "You work here, don't you? I've seen you at the bar a few times."

Louis stuffed his now empty hands into the pockets of his black jacket and nodded. "Yep."

"Cool. So, how long is your shift tonight?" He raised his brows with another lopsided half-grin.

Louis looked the boy over from head to toe. "About an hour. But we don't have to wait that long."