Giallo!; larry stylinson [completed] (bottom!louis)

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Songs:
Taylor Swift - august
She & Him - If You Can't Sleep
lay back & relax !

August rolls around.

Louis fixes his eyeglasses, his feathery hair is held back by a shiny golden clip with little jewels and his oversized shirt slips revealing the delicate tanned skin of his shoulder. The white crocheted material contrasts against the floral linen of his shorts. He flips a page, letting the warm breeze carrying the smell of mowed grass brush over his face.

"How to Die?"

Louis jumps, almost falling off the hammock. "Harry, you're so—big, how are you so q-quiet?" The man was 6 '2 and all broad-shouldered (and beefy).

Harry laughs, loudly. It's a pleasant sound. "Does that book actually tell you how to die?"

"Oh my, of course not! Well, kind of—it's about rehearsing for death. N-Not like, oh goodness, it's about understanding the function of a g-good death in a good life." Louis quickly explains. "But, in that way you're thinking—learning how to die. That—That's dark." He covers his cheeks in embarrassment.

Harry smirks, leaning against the tree. He's wearing light blue overalls without a shirt. His solid back muscles and biceps made Louis' skin burn hotter than the sun. "You're in university now? What are you studying?"

"Philosophy. I l-live on campus so, uh, sushi or tacos for dinner. Sleeping, I try to but my roommate is so l-loud. You would not believe the things I have walked in on. My, my, I h-had no clue that many people can fit on a twin bed." Louis blushes brightly. "Oh my, I-I need to be quiet." He slaps his hands over his mouth.

Harry's eyes drop to Louis' chest covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Scooch over, yeah?"

Louis almost shrieks when the hammock goes unbalanced under Harry's weight. The two tumble backwards onto the grass, Louis' head and Harry's back thumping loudly. They both roll over, lying next to each other on the ground. The sun shines through the leaves.

"Guess we'll stay down here now." Harry mutters.

"Are you in school?" Louis closes his eyes briefly.

"I was." Harry leans up on his elbows, craning his neck to look at Louis. "I wanted to be a teacher."

"What happened?"

The man purses his lips. "Kept partying, school became a dreadful bore and I developed a heavy reliance on alcohol."

Louis blinks with raised eyebrows. With Harry's confession, he is speechless.

"It became bad enough that I dropped out, mooched off my parents and some friends for a while. Got my shit back together and my father's friend worked here before, Mr. Andrea, couldn't work anymore, he recommended me to your father." Harry faces the sky, his jawline is sharp. His beard and moustache were getting long.

"Will you ever go b-back to school?"

"I think about it a lot. My parents agreed to help me out, even though I was a nuisance and just wasted their money on booze. If I go back, I'd have to quit."

Louis rubs his belly from where his shirt had ridden up. "T-Then quit." Harry gives him a look. "I mean, you s-seem like you've got... your life—or most of it, together."

"If I quit, I won't come here anymore."

I won't see you anymore, it goes unsaid but it's loud and clear. Louis faces the sky once again, "That's okay. If you want to be a teacher, I-I think you should try." He tries to not sound too pushy with his advice. He believed Harry could do it, all he had to do was try.