Figure Me Out

Harry watched as Louis, the man he had been in love with for years, slowly and affectionately intertwined his long, slender fingers with the petite fingers of a girl's hand. Harry closed his eyes to block out the image, but the scent of coffee-rich, bold, and bitter-still lingered in the air, and the knowledge that it was his coffee was enough to make the inside of his mouth taste and feel like cotton. Louis and the girl remained silent, but the silence spoke volumes about how intimate the moment between them was. A large, painful lump was beginning to form inside of Harry's throat, making it hard to breathe, and he felt as though he might suffocate if he did not flee from the room. His legs were frozen, however, and would not budge, leaving him with the faintest hope that perhaps the rest of him would soon become just as numb.