Author Unknown.// Larry

Seven -Wintertime maddness -

Nobody's pov

Harry shivered as he turned up the heat in his truck. He had been parked, just sitting in the car for about two minutes and he was already freezing his ass off. "Damn you winter." Harry muttered under his breath, breathing into his gloves to somehow thaw his almost frozen fingers. "Tell me again why I agreed to come to a park in the middle of winter?"

Because your an idiot.

"Shut up you ass." Harry replied to the voice in his head. He heard the sound of his music faintly, because he set it on a low volume. All of a sudden, Harry hears the sound of snow crunching, he flinches. But only to discover that a small, caramel hair colored boy is approaching him. Harry thought he was simply beautiful. That was until the boy looked up and knocked on his truck window, and Harry swore, he had the same exact eyes as- well, someone from a while ago.

Harry rolled down the window ,Louis started to speak. "So is this the guy with the red ford pick up , and who happens to have a hidden identity?" Harry loves his voice, it was so-intoxicating. Harry mentally smacked himself for failing to push those feelings away.

Harry smirked, "Wouldn't say it's hidden."

Louis grinned, "I would, now, unless you want me to die in the cold I suggest you let me in." He chuckled, Harry took note of his rosy cheeks and bronze skin.

Harry nodded, unlocking the passenger side, and watched as Louis jogged over to the other side of the car. Eventually sitting inside the pick up. Louis rubbed his gloves together , to create some sort of warmth, because at that moment, any warmth was like a gift from the gods. Louis looked up at Harry, still grinning, "Is this the part where you rape me?"

Harry chuckled,"Sadly, no."

Louis laughed,"Awe, your no fun."

Harry smirked, shaking his head, mostly to himself. They sat in the truck, not making conversation. The only thing that was heard was the radio, and louis' soft humming. But, it was comfortable.

"So, where are we going?" Harry asked

Louis thought for a minute, "Your flat? I don't know, it doesn't matter." He sighed, his breathe looked as if it was the remnants of cigarette smoke.

Harry thought about the condition of his flat, it wasn't that bad. So he went with louis' idea. "My flat is fine, I guess."

Louis nodded while Harry started up the truck, and started driving.

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Louis took off his coat, dusting off the remnents of snow. Harry pointed at the coat rack next to him, like a silent answer to a question he hadn't even asked yet. Nodding, Louis set the coat on the medal hook and took in his surroundings. It was a cosy, yet stylish flat if you were to ask him. It wasn't all too big, nor was it too small. And he loved the brick walls and dim lighting. Louis walked around, fingers trailing the brick walls, slightly scratching his fingers. He stopped in the middle of the wall and made his way into the middle of the living room. Louis stood in awe, if he were to own a apartment he would want one like this. But where were all of the fancy stuff? After all, Harry had sold millions, if not billions of copies of books.

Harry coughed, "Do you like it?" He stood near the door way, just looking at Louis observe his flat.

Louis turned to face Harry and blushed, "Yeah, it's nice."

Harry nodded, walking the living room, emphasizing his words with his hands. "I know you might be like, where is all the million dollar champagne, whine, chandeliers? Where's your waiter?" Harry sat down on his leather couch, "Half of my funds go to charity." Louis raised a brow, obviously oblivious to the fact,"You know, the little book mark that usually gets thrown out in the books?" Louis nodded, "Well, that's the charity."