SWEET COINCIDENCES | LS

the first chapter

Harry smiles at the reflection in the full length mirror, running a hand over the delicate, cream colored slip dress he tossed on.

The material feels smooth and velvety between his fingers as he fiddles with end.

It's habit of his he has to break since it does result in fraying the ends of his favorite pieces.

He does a twirl and watches the materiel ride up his thighs before fluttering back down.

The fragrance of Green Tea Vanilla from the burning candle on the windowsill fills his nostrils from the motion. He slows to a stop to take a deep breath with closed eyes, feeling just a moment of silent peace.

He rolls his eyes when he hears the soft ringing from his phone, signaling he has run out of time for any further self tranquillity— and watching himself in the gold trimmed mirror.

He slides across the screen to shut the alarm off before walking over to the doorway of his sister's apartment, sliding into a pair of thin heels.

He's been living with her for the past few months now until he can get onto his feet. He had been kicked out of home by his step father when he began fondling with feminine pieces and well... with dicks.

His mother hadn't made a single move to stop his homophobic step father from forcing him out, but he didn't mind. He's done with school and has enough money to get by and pay somewhat of a rent to his sister, Gemma and her boyfriend.

It's not too much to pay for since the apartment is a small, two bedroom spot on the 13th floor of their building.

It's a pretty good space though for New York, something he could never afford on his own yet.

But he finds ways to make money.

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Louis rubs his hands together in an attempt to bring some warmth to his frozen fingertips under his thin leather gloves.

New York weather tends to be bitter around late November, glazing just about everything in glassy ice and speckled frost.

The subway station of course is mercilessly cold, nipping at many bits of bare skin— like right where Louis's pants hitches up to expose a sliver a skin, or the top of his collarbone where he had forgotten to wrap a wool scarf. He's much too paralyzed from the cold to do anything about it.

But soon enough, the familiar rumble of the subway fills the dim lit underground area before halting loudly to a stop. Louis sighs in relief as the doors slide open and he steps in with his leather briefcase case in one gloved hand, and a folder of packets in the other.

The subway isn't much warmer, but it doesn't have carry the bone chilling gusts of wind, so it's much more comfortable.

Louis sits with his legs crosses neatly in on of the rustic orange seats before setting down his leather briefcase between his legs. He's looking forward to the quiet ride back, finally getting a 46 minute break from his relentlessly tiring day.

The train is usually empty, besides a few passengers here and there, but once the subway runs late into the night it's mostly cleared up.

Louis is the last stop, so his ride usually delves deep into the late hours. Not that he minds, it's not like he gets much sleep anyways if he gets home at an earlier time.

Sleep is simply not something made fit for a busy man like Louis.

So far only a gruff old man has come in, looking around for a seat. Looks as if Louis will have a peaceful night in the nearly empty train.