Pretty L.S

Chapter 5: So we meet again

so we meet again...

"So you're saying that you ran into Harry, you know like fit muscly basketball player Harry?" Zayn exclaimed as Louis rambled on about the embarrassing story with his face hidden in his tiny hands.Zayn had just got back to the dorms the next day and only god knows where he had been but it was fairly late in the afternoon and Louis was stressed out so he let him rant. "Yes Zaynie that's exactly what I'm saying and you're not helping, it's embarrassing enough as it is there's no need to rub it in" the smaller boy whined.

Louis has never been good with feelings especially embarrassment he's fragile like a dainty little flower, golden and glowing in the suns rays. He's small and pretty like a little daisy and gets flustered easily over the smallest things but Louis is beautiful - the most beautiful boy Harry had ever seen.

Louis stares at the wall remembering how Harry looked at him with such a kind smile and glimmering eyes while he hears Zayn ask him questions that he couldn't bring himself out of the trance to answer. It was like Harry had him hypnotised. Spiralling around his mind in full circles until he told Zayn he needed to go get some "fresh air" but really he wanted to avoid Zayn's interrogation on the guy Louis had so suddenly mentioned.

Louis scrambled out of his room, down the stairs and through the dark mahogany double doors. As his soft warm skin clashed with the icy wind his cheeks tinted a rosy red and his breath puffed out in smokes. It was only September but it was already getting chilly. Louis didn't like the cold. Louis liked wearing skirts and dresses with pretty patterns and soft silks  and the cold didn't allow that. Louis didn't care though not one bit some wind wasn't going to stop him being pretty.

That exact reason would be why Louis is standing outside in a little black dress that stopped mid thigh with only a cropped baby pink denim jacket keeping him warm paired with some pink converse. He still looked flawless though showing off his gorgeous curves and smooth shaved legs.

As Louis regained his breath leaning against the tough bricks of his building he noticed the colour of the trees. Auburn, crimson, amber, scarlet. Gazing up at the warm autumn colours a thought of the boy from the day before popped into his head but before he could think any further...

"Hey, Louis right?" Louis lowered his eyes from the branches to the breathtaking boy at the bottom of the steps. 'Oh god it's Harry' Louis thought to himself making a mental note to not embarrass himself right now.

"Y-yeah hi, um - Harry" he spoke stumbling over his words, it wasn't his fault Harry looked like that but that mental note didn't stick. The taller of the two bounded up the stairs to the wall where Louis stood gobsmacked at the sight of Harry stood in front of him in his basketball clothes, curls stuck to his forehead and muscles showing through his shirt. 'He must have just had a game' Louis thought 'or practice' or- and that's when he realised he had been staring the whole time.

"How's your ankle" He asked thoughtfully as the shorter boy snapped out of his daydream and looked up to see a concerned Harry looking back at him. "Oh, um yeah it's a lot better...thanks" he said picking at the pastel polish on his nails eyes focused on everything but Harry in his nervous state.

"Hey why're you nervous?" He asked the timorous boy gently separating his hands to stop him destroying the art on his nails.
Louis looked up shocked at how Harry could read his manner like a book not to mention that fact that he had just touched his hand, but he didn't speak a word in fear that it would come out as a squeak and lead to more embarrassment. "We've been over this yesterday there's no need to be afraid" he spoke softly meeting Louis eyes as he held his elbows lightly to stop him turning away.