S(he) Keeps Me Warm (Harry Styles/Ezra Miller AU Fanfic)

He Keeps Me Toast

Harry Style woke up to the cathartic sweet melody of Kacey Musgraves Rainbow from his Gucci alarm clock. He brushed his chocolate locks out of his green orbs before opening the window to the the sun drenched streets of Brooklyn. A bird fluttered up to him and landed on his shoulder. Harry singing Macklemore to him

"And I can't change... even if I tried even if i wanted two..."

He trailed off looking out the window as his breath caught in his throat. He was out there. Ezra.

Harry styles fell to the gorund and rolled bakc inside. He was never able to face him since The Incident.

He shook away that thought. He had moved on from then, and it was toast time. He opened the bread jar. The hand-painted flowers mocked him from their sunny little dumb bread jar world.

What would he choose this morning? Cinnamon raisin, white bread? Or maybe multigrain? Whole wheat? Does it even matter? His outstretched hand grazed over his options before landing on the right one. That was it. Sourdough.

There suddenly was a knock on the door. Harry jumped, spilling all of the 12 kinds of bread out on the kitchen floor. His assistant Claire was at the door.

"Wut the ActuaAl Foick CLayah youve made mee speeel my toooooast uwu xD neigh <3!!!!" Claire, who got scared, ran away, because she knew that when Harry got angry, he started turning into a centaur.

He took some deep breaths. After The Incident he knew he couldnt afford another outburst. He thought about all the strategies for calming down he had learned. Like how he knew that his favorite food, toast, always made him feel better. Maybe he would make some.

Oh.

He had forgotten, he spilled it all over the floor. Stupid, dumb, Harry can't even have toast.

He rushed out the door to replenish his toast supply and ran right into none other than Him. He looked up to apologize before he locked gazes with those familiar mahogany orbs.

Harry caught his breath. He forgot how magnificent and stately his glittering orbs were. He was dressed in a hot pink fur coat, and silver glitter boots. It was 9am. Ezra looked so good. All harry was wearing was his kasey musgraves tshirt and socks. He forgot to put on pants again. UGh.

"Nice... outfit...." Ezra trailed off as he glared at Harry's muscular thighs. It looked as though he definitely still struggled to find properly fitting trousers, to fit his fine centaur ass. Not that he'd ever admit that. He could never forgive Harry for The Incident. Things would never be the same between them again, just as things were never the same after Harry discovered a toaster. That boy and his toast... nothing would ever be more important to him. Ezra was always third best, after a good ol' toasty in the morning and a good ol' toastie in the evenin'.

Ezra and harry exchanged a beautiful look that only two beautiful men could share (well one was a centaur) but still, the look the exchanged seemed as if, just for a moment, things could go back to the way they were.

Harry realized that he was being late for his photoshoot. "Ezra...it was nice seeing you...but I need to go". Not wanting to break his gaze, he trotted backwards, still staring deeeeeeeeep into Ezra's eyes, knocking over three small children on his way.

*35 minutes and 7.6 seconds later*

At the photoshoot, He couldn't get Ezra out of his head as he sat for hair and makeup.

"YAAAAS Gorl! Your hair is serving me gorgeousness todai!" said Laura, his hairstylist as she combed his hind legs.

He has recently gotten them permed, so that they matched his famous drapes.

"My love my love my love..." he continued before realizing he had to leave his past behind him. Him and Ezra were not going to happen. Not since The Incident and not ever. His eyes welled up with tears. That damn Incident; he would never move on from it. So he permed the pain away.

He had to perm all the time. It first started when he was 15. Before he auditioned for the X Factor, he had BORING straight hair. He wanted a new look, so went to get his hair permed, and his famous curly-Qs were born. He loved the way hair with perms looked. They reminded him of curly fries. You know those curly fries from Arby's??? Yeah those.

Anyway, he permed everything he could. When things were really bad after the incident he couldn't go a day without perming. That another thing that Ezra hated. :p

And when we say perm we mean Harry smoked crack and hallucinated all the previous events

He woke up for real this time. Only two legs, and one type of toast :/ he had known it was too good to be true. He walked his dumb boring two-leg person body over to his dumb plain not hand-painted one type of bread jar.

"He keeps me warm..." He finally finished glancing out the window. Ezra was making his daily rounds again and Harry missed the days before The Incident, the only part of that dream he wished wasn't real. As Harry flipped back over, away from the window, Ezra glanced up at the memories he left behind in that apartment, hoping to catch the crack addict's glazed over eyes... but he was too late to see the future that could have been.