SKIN || l.s.

Aura

"Let's go ice skating."

Nope. "Not a good idea," I said, throwing up a ball in the air.

Louis' blue eyes came to me, "Come on; it'll be fun."

People. Outside. No I didn't want that. Any person like me, if there ever way, would die internally because of that. I'd rather crumble to the ground.

It was calm and I just wanted to hang with Louis. For now.

"No, Louis," I continued, "You know how I am."

He suddenly seemed irritable.

I saved myself, "I-I'm sorry, Louis."

"You're good." Cold blue eyes stared at the wall, and the ball in my hands was being tightly gripped. Suddenly, his eyes were full now.. empty.

Don't think about it, Harry. It's not your fault.

I played with my gloves.

He suddenly exploded after harsh breathing from the end of my bed and stood, "You know what? You're so confined in our dorm room. What are you? Depressed?"

"I'm not. I just-"

"Shut up Harry." He rolled his eyes. He paced back and forth.

Don't cry, Harry. It's just the thing.

"I try so hard for you but you don't do anything back. I'm talking to a wall."

"I try too, Louis. I try for you." I replied.

He calmed down a little, but, "Just shut up Harry."

I stated, standing up, impulsively placing my gloves on his shaking shoulders, "You're okay."

He rolled his eyes and didn't say anything. I smiled.

He changed his aura: "I'm sorry."

"You're fine. Not your fault."

"It is."

"You can't help it."

"I try, I do." He grasp my hand off his shoulders and caresses it to his face and kisses my knuckles. I tense up at the movement.

He notices me, "Sorry."

"You're fine." I smiled. My hair falling in my face to frame my face.

He laughed: "Were fine."

AFTER THIS, THERE'S GONNA BE A LOT MORE DRAMA AND STUFF AND YEAHAH.