"Are you cold? Your cheeks are pink." I felt myself blush, the pinkish tone from before coming from the cold. He took off his jacket, handing it to me. He holded it out to me. "Here," he insisted. "Your cold. Take it. Plus, it probably looks better on you than it does on me." I nodded as I gently tooked it from his hands, thinking as if it was a prized object. "T-thanks." I whispered, putting it on. I leaned in, and I found his lips pressed against mine. His lips felt cold and chapped, and they felt so good. I was standing there in complete shock and shivering. I soon felt warm. He backed away, a small smile on his face. "Bye." I nodded. "Bye." I began to walk back home. Louis is in love with Harry, but how can he fall for Harry when he likes the only girl that had to be, Heather. Louis learns to figure his feelings for Harry and tell him how he feels, along with the snowflake atmosphere. How much colder can he feel? Fanfiction inspired by the song "Heather" by Conan Gray. Short Story Credits to Conan Gray for the song "Heather." Only using the song for inspiration. ©️2023 larrys28sunflowers