The pages of our love.

3.

Louis was dressed in his magenta and pink hued cable-knit sweater and black skinny jeans. His hair looked wind-swept and his glasses were perched upon his nose bridge. He was stood in front of his rack at 5:55 and looked around to see if anyone was approaching him. No one comes around him and he just sighs as he clicks through the apps on his phone. A few minutes pass by and suddenly the light coming from the front is completely shadowed as a tall person stands directly in front of him.

“Are you 28 Blue-Green?” The deep voice asks. Louis looks up and falls into a trance of two hypnotic evergreen eyes.

“Y-yes. I am L. I mean Louis. Louis Tomlinson.” Louis says as he stares deeply into the green, green, green, eyes of this kind stranger.

“Hi, I am H. Or Harry. Harry Styles. I am sorry, did you arrive early? Was I late?” Green eyes, Harry, asks nervously.

“No, don’t worry, Harry. I just arrived.” Louis manages to say as he notices the boy who was standing in front of him.

The man-boy looked aloof but not unkempt. The way he carried himself was a bit standoffish, but it suited him. His hair, though curly, was maintained in a small quiff upon his front, the bangs hanging from his sides covering his ears. He was wearing a brown fur coat and Louis could see his legs were covered in tight black denims and his feet were clad in brown Oxford's. The coat was unbuttoned and so Louis could see that he was wearing an almost sheer poufy white shirt, the neck was a ruffled collar and it made him look like a prince. The sheer fabric made the swirling black tattoos on the body stand out and Louis seemed mesmerized. His lips were bubblegum pink and pouty and smooth. His eyes were like deep forests, or jaded jewellery, or wet grass, or the overview of Central Park or maybe some wild island. The extraordinary thing was that his eyes held shades of baby-blues and minute golden streaks that made his eyes seem like an overview of our planet.

In all, he was way out of Louis' league. But then the man, Harry, smiled and two boyish dimples popped out, making his entire ordeal very cherubic. He was bent down from the neck, but Louis could see that he had a long, lean neck. The man proceeded to card his fingers through his hair and in the process ended up revealing his ears, which in Louis' opinion were very dainty and small.

"Your ears are cute." Louis mindlessly commented as they walked away from their meeting spot. Louis walked in tandem with the calm giant.

"You are overall very cute, Louis. I especially love the sweater paws, if I am being honest,  makes you seem very...uh... small, and dainty, quaint, almost cat-like." Harry says, a fond smile taking over his face.

"Thank you, Harry. Where do you suppose we are going? As far as I know, we have been walking along this sidewalk for... quite some time." Louis comments, a bit of his cheekiness absorbed onto his words.

"I, uh, I wondered if we could go to a nearby café, maybe sit down. Talk about, talk about..... Things?" Harry stumbled upon his words.

Louis smiled at him in approval, a small pink tainting his cheeks. The thought of sitting down with Harry and talking to him about things felt like a weird subconscious, day-dream to Louis. A man, as charming and as beautiful as Harry wanting to spend time with his plain old self, felt surreal. "Sure, why not?"

"Do you, maybe, want to go to 'Tea-Rex'? I frequent there, quite often, actually. Lovely, lovely tea house." Harry manages to say.

"Yes, please." Louis replies, endeared with his choice.

As they walk, their arms often brush and Louis manages to catch a glimpse of a shy smile on Harry’s face and the small blush on his cheeks, burn brighter with each passing brush. Harry at one point tries to move away but the crowd walking alongside just pushes him onto Louis' side, Louis smiles hiding his face by looking down. The sky looks awfully greying by the time they make it to the café. Harry opens the door and holds it for Louis and Louis smiles at him and nods his head as he slips in.