Sorry this took a while but yeah. Since Hurricane Sandy is over my town, I decided to write and post it today due to the free time I had all day
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Endless rows of books filled with creative and fictional literature were all placed up in lines, crowding up the small section for those types of books. The worn out shelves were all painted up in a admirable, velvet colour, setting up a nice, warm and educational atmosphere for people of all ages. For people to come and study in.
Louis walked across the mud brown carpet, every step was calm and relaxed, like how he should be. But he wasn't. Instead, he was kind of bored out of his mind.
He took a deep breath and then darted his icy blue eyes to the top shelf to read the titles of all the books again. Because, well... that was what he was basically doing this whole time. He knew he was stalling. He barely lifted a finger on any of the booklets but just mindlessly roamed around the almost deserted lanes of the library. It's just that he couldn't get this jittery feeling out of him that something will happen, even though he had tried countless amounts of times to shake it out by distracting himself. But that just led to more pondering.
He noticed the librarian's leer when he passed her for the sixth time up in the front where the high desk to check-out books was located. Yet, he didn't seem to be bothered by the mean and suspicious glance. He kind of ignored it, he guessed.
The grey messenger bag was by now uncomfortable on his shoulder and so he settled himself in one of those cozy and plushy seats by the wide window and tall table.
Too much time has passed and Louis sighed, deciding to start his studies. Or something close to that idea because he was sure he wouldn't even do that.
In the end, he picked to just read out some of his notes (who is he kidding, there is nothing but a bit of scribbling in his still new notebooks), and try to squeeze in the small bunch of information in his mind. It was long and so, so, boring that it made Louis want pass out even with that strange sensation wriggling underneath his tan skin.
He just hoped that this feeling was just an upset stomach or some shit.
Even if he knew it wasn't.
*
"What are you doing here?"
Zayn squirmed under Liam's attention, shrugging the black leather jacket on his shoulders to slide it just a bit down on his lean body.
"Er...I wan-"
He was cut off.
"How do you know where I live?" Liam asked Zayn, almost gaping at him and baffled by his presence because his house address was always kept a secret. Well, at least Liam thought it was.
Zayn coughed, glancing down at the dirty sidewalk and then back up at the guy with huge brown eyes, trying his hardest to not to show the bright pink on his high cheekbones. He knew Liam's address since he crossed paths with him seven years ago. And it's kind of embarrassing how he memorized it. Kind of really embarrassing.
"Well...I just wanted to come down and chat, you know?"
"But you still didn't answer my question." The boy with pitch black eyes burned red, choking on his words again.
"We-Well, a friend passed it down it to me when I...er... asked." He stuttered out, the lie slipping out of his mouth as he scratched the back of his neck as an act of a habit when he was put out on the spotlight.
The boy in front of his glanced him up and down.
Liam wasn't convinced but trusted him otherwise because well, he was a guest now, and stepped aside on his doorway to let the known stranger in. He was still in sleeping clothes even though it was noon but he didn't care as long as his flat was fixed up and tidy.
"Drink?" The boy asked, leading Zayn to the kitchen area, passing by the dark hallways that had no sign of pictures from families or anything. Just huge blank walls of nothingness. It was rather depressing, Zayn thought.
"Water would be fine, thanks." Liam nodded and trotted over to his high cupboard over at the corner, next to his stove.
Zayn took the opportunity to scan over the modern looking kitchen.
"So, what was it you wanted to talk about?" Liam murmured as he walked to his fridge for cold water. Zayn pressed is lips together and furrowed his brows as he tried to gather his thoughts again. What was it he wanted to do? It drifted off his mind as he had driven down here, like how usually everything does when he gets distracted.
"Uh.." He trailed off, sounding like a complete idiot and at that moment, he wanted to slap himself and dig himself a hole to hide in.
"What?" Liam chided as he swiftly turned around to hand Zayn the glass and stand behind the brown counter, his hands planted on the edges while he waited for the boy's response.
"DidyouknowHarry'stakingactingclasses?"
Liam chuckled warmly, completely ignoring Zayn who was sitting on the stool with wide eyes because he knew he just became the most pathetic man on Earth in that very moment.
"Really?" Liam grinned, his laughter dying down but still had that amused glint in his eyes. "The guy really can't act for shit."
The smirk on Liam's face was awfully smug, it was absolutely obvious. And Zayn couldn't help but narrow his eyebrows at him.
"Look, he may not act very good but he's going through some rough times too."
"Right." Liam rolled his brown eyes at Zayn and then moved to get himself a cup of orange juice. The other boy just frowned but shrugged off the topic, not really wanting this to expand into an argument.
"So... what is it you study?" Zayn asked, slouching back on the chair stool and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Political Science." He grumbled, the antipathy seeping in his cold tone, making it clear that he despised the subject very dearly.
It was quiet then.
Zayn hummed in response and just studied the form of Liam's back while it swayed side to side from the rearranging positions of it as he stepped around to pour himself a tall glass of juice. He was very delicate and soft for a man who always seemed angered. Zayn never figured out about the boy's past as it seemed like a tough mystery to solve but he knew it must have been horrid for he has always seen him hunched down in misery that floated around him. One of the very reasons why Zayn wants to get close to him. He just wants to protect him from anything that has damaged that innocence he had once had.
He remembered when the beautiful boy with honey brown eyes was once taken to the hospital for reasons he never had had the time to catch on to, with Louis racing behind the white carriage with a deathly pale and worried face.
He saw it all pass like a blur. Students bubbled on about the subject but have always failed to get the correct information of that day and what really went on. Only one pupil knew it all and he was Louis Tomlinson. The only lad who was actually close to Liam.
Something that Zayn was always envious of.
Zayn sighed heavily and continued on with the questions, appreciating the small talk they shared and the moment Zayn will treasure as something special.
Because it was Liam. Basically the guy of his dreams.
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Louis' teeth chattered as he waited for anyone to pass by on the road so he could at least hitch a ride.
A few moments ago, he was thrown out of the library because his loud, really loud, snoring disturbed the librarian that Louis swore hated him. She basically called Louis a twat for his presence, except she had said it with a polite tone and wise words. It wasn't like Louis was dumb enough to not understand what she meant, sheesh.
But anyways, while he was walking through the thick inches of snow (silently grumbling that that mean old hag can go rot if she wanted), he finally glanced up from the pure white floor to see that his car was trapped in a pile of snow. The wheels weren't even visible and neither was the driver's door window. He cursed and banged his hand on the roof of it and marched to the front of the public building, a scowl twisting on his face.
There, Louis remained for at least half an hour, breath shuddering from the coldness filling in his lungs and the tips of his fingertips were turning a purple-blue. And instead of running back indoors or covering himself up to warm up his body a bit, he growled, pulling the beanie further down on his head.
That was until he saw a glimpse of two tiny headlights coming up the empty white road. Slowly, the lights became larger and soon a familiar black auto was parked right in front of the shivering Louis who wore a questioning gaze.
The window was pulled down and a stranger with bright ginger hair popped his head out.
"Hey! You must be Louis?"
Louis looked at him. "And who are you?" The stranger blinked, grinned widely, and parted his lips to introduce himself when he was interrupted by a husky, deep voice from the other seat in the car.
"Louis, just get in the damn car." Harry muttered. The boy with blue-eyes lowered himself to be at the same height as the window and peered inside with a cold stare.
"Why are you here?" He snapped, eyebrows furrowed.
"What does it seem like? I'm here to pick you up, you arse."
"Oi! No swearing!" The stranger interjected, lightly glaring at Harry but turning his attention back to Louis afterwards.
Harry chuckled, making Louis' heart flutter. But just a tiny bit. Like really tiny because it didn't make him go warm all over. That would be just pathetic. Seriously.
"So are you gonna get in or what?" The ginger-headed guy said, smiling politely.
"I guess so.." "Look, it's either a yes or a no." Harry grunted, glancing at his car window with disinterest as if Louis was boring him completely.
Louis huffed and uttered, "No." The ginger man frowned and Harry sighed, frustrated.
"Alright then. I'll just leave you in the cold then." He said, gripping his gear stick and pulling it downward.
An suddenly it started to move back on the street, leaving Louis all alone, in the cold. In the freezing cold. Where he could die. And maybe no one would find him. And it will all be his fault because he was too stubborn to say yes. And-
"Wait! Hold up! Stop the car! Stop the damn bloody car!"
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"You alright there, Lou?"
Louis scowled at the stranger, who he has finally learnt that his name was Ed, and turned back to the window.
Ed sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I guess that's no."
Harry laughed. Ed wasn't a bad guy. Quite enjoyable and fun to be around. Harry and the ginger-headed lad exchange the same types of jokes, each finding each rather hilarious (which in reality they really weren't, they just shared the same type of humor which wasn't really funny at all, kind of corny to be honest). Music taste was very familiar, almost identical, and style too. (Just that Harry liked to dress more than Ed who always picked for the random hoodie and sneakers)
They could be brothers, in fact. But you know, with a different everything that involved physical appearance.
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The long ride was silent apart from the faint sound of the radio.
Harry looked up at his rear-view mirror, spying on Louis' calm figure that was seated, sleeping peacefully. He couldn't help but adore the way his chest rose and fell evenly or the fact that his rosy lips were parted perfectly in a sleepy pout. His caramel hair was tousled from tossing and turning his head on the seat and kept giving out small pants that were almost inaudible.
"Mate, you okay there?" Ed patted Harry's shoulder, noticing his fix on Louis. Harry snapped out of his trance, darting his eyes quickly back on the road, struggling to keep the butterflies in his stomach tamed and the soft maroon colour bland by distracting himself with other thoughts.
"Y-Yeah." He croaked, stealing one more glance at Louis who stirred a bit and murmured something. Ed studied him.
There must be a reason as to why he has to give Harry acting classes.
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Exams were dreadful and dragged on for what seemed like forever. Everyday once you thought you had finished it all, the next day comes up and drops you a whole new package of untouched exam booklets. And it went like this for numerous bloody weeks.
Louis yawned, lazily glancing at Liam who was clawing at his grey sweatshirt nervously. They had just finished a packet and were now heading off to go home and rest. But Louis couldn't just ignore the fact that Liam will now transform into this worrying lost puppy who will distress himself over the questions he doubted himself on in the thick packet and then scram to the school library to check and then give a huge sigh of relief because he gave in the correct answer.
That's how Liam is.
Louis rolled his eyes and laughed softly as imagined it all in his head.
When it was time to part their ways, Liam spoke up.
"Look, I know it's been a really long time since we ever hung out but how about this weekend we go out to a carnival?" He smiled.
"Well sure! These bloody exams are ticking me off so yeah." Louis smiled back, sweetly, eyes crinkling up at the corners.
And let's just say Harry never saw that. That he wasn't flaring up in bright red or that his hands were balled into tight fights that shook in fierce anger. To never mention that in that moment he wanted to murder someone, strangle them violently and throw them carelessly on the ground, no sense of thought in his blank mind. And just forget the horrifying possessive side that shone out visibly on Harry. No, let's just all pretend that it never happened and say it was just your mere imagination.
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Not everything was perfect the next day.
Speculative questions have arose on the news about Louis and Harry.
Something going on about not seeing them often as usual and that they may have possibly broken up? It was buzzing about in every place that held gossip in the form of a book, spreading everywhere until Louis' family had finally caught up with it.
Something that made Louis' father call him in and Harry too, giving them a new scheme to play out. Something that will catch everyone off guard. Gasps will be heard and whispers will be passed down. Because it was finally time.
The Engagement.
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