Louis sighs and closes his laptop, letting chills run down his spine, smile slowly appearing in his face.
It's been a good couple of months, Louis thinks. It's amazing how in a few months, he has developed a friendship through e-mails.
Friendship? Well, that's what it looks like. Even though, Louis can't deny he's feeling something else towards this... boy. For fuck sakes. He's not even sure he is a boy.
But he likes it. Whatever this is, he damn likes it. And he would be lying if he says he's not waiting either on the computer or his phone for an e-mail. Because he is. Every damn minute of every damn hour of every damn day. Since it began.
"Love, dinner is getting cold!"
"M' going!"
Louis stands from the bed and pushes himself away from his laptop, knowing that even if he decides to answer, he will get a notification on his phone.
"There you are love," Jay, Louis' mom, says. "I thought maybe you didn't want to have dinner. Even if it's your special today; lasagna."
"Mom, you know I never miss dinner here at Thursdays because of that."
Jay chuckles at that, because duh, he's right. See, everyday, Jay cooks something different. But there are traditions.
Like every first Sunday of the month, Jay and Louis get breakfast at the Waffle House in their PJs. Every Wednesday, whenever it's not chilly or cold, they go and get an ice-cream cone, around 6 pm when the sun is setting down and the stars and the moon start shinning; and if it's cold, or the weather it's not appropriate for ice-cream, they would go for hot cocoa instead. At least twice a month, on Fridays or Saturdays, they go together to the cinema. Or every Thursday for example, they eat lasagna, because it's only Louis' favorite and he likes it very much.
So yeah, they have traditions and it's a beautiful routine. Because it's only them, Louis and Jay. And it's nice. Most of the time. And not only that, but they only have each other, so there's that too.
"Well, you know Lou, I've been watching a few changes on you," Jay says, grabbing her plate and putting some lasagna and salad in it.
"Changes?" Louis says, already taking his plate to get lasagna too.
"Yeah," Jay says, "You changed the flavor of your tea for example. You are starting to wear socks with your shoes. You are starting to play piano again, although that one is nice."
And yeah, now that Jay says it, she's right. Only because H told Louis that his favorite tea flavor is mint, so he had to try it, okay? And well, H also suggested to Louis that he should wear socks because he might get a cold, even though it's summer. And okay, maybe H said he likes the piano. So what? Those changes are not harmful, right?
"Well, sometimes it's good to get out of the routine, you know mom? Maybe we should do it once," Louis says, not really looking at her, but trying to grab lasagna with his fork.
"Oh, so you're telling me you want changes now? How about I stop cooking lasagna then?"
"DON'T YOU DARE!" Louis shouts almost immediately.
Jay laughs at that, her eyes crinkling, Louis joining her only after calming down, because it was totally overreacted. He is always being dramatic. It's just how he is.
"See? We are fine with routines. We don't need changes. Our life is simple and calm, as it's supposed to be," Jay says serious now, looking at Louis and taking her glass of water.
"I guess so," Louis only whispers, because well, if things had been a little different since the beginning, maybe life wouldn't be so... boring. Sometimes.
And Jay smiles, knowing Louis understands. Because see, it has been the two of them always, and they understand each other, and they know the struggle they have been through, so yeah. Routine and a calm life it's what they are made for.
So Louis' mind is in peace until he finishes his dinner, washes the dishes and gets back to his room. Because now that he thinks about it, he hasn't received a new e-mail.
And when he turns his laptop on, he only notices he hasn't answered because Louis' e-mail hasn't been sent. Louis' e-mail is in the draft folder.
"Damn you, cheap internet," Louis hisses under his breath. He tries to send it again, because he's now imagining H waiting for his reply.
Although maybe Louis is the only one waiting for an e-mail. Maybe he's the one always interrupting H life.
No wait, H has started conversations. H has been the first sometimes. So it's not only Louis. Besides, since the beginning, H was the one who wanted to keep e-mailing.
Good. Louis' soul is in peace, again.
And the e-mail is sent. Finally.
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:23PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: hello
Don't you hate it when people use smiley faces on their e-mails?
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:26PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Re: hello
:)
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:27PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: hello
I'm going to ignore that. And if you continue, I'm going to ignore you too.
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:28PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Re: hello
:) :) :)
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:29PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: hello
Oh for god sakes, H.
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:30PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Re: hello
Sorry :)
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:31PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: hello
Okay bye.
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:32PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Re: hello
Okay, okay I'm sorry. Jeez, why can't I look happy on my e-mails?
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:33PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: hello
Because that's not what happy looks like!
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:34PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Re: hello
Okay so, what does happy look like then?
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Sunday, June 6, 2013 7:37PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: This is what happy looks like
Sunny days. Ice-cream in waffle cones. White vans with doodles. Sweaters that are too long that cover my hands. The smell of Christmas. Tea in a rainy day. Books with unique endings. Thunderstorms. Thursdays, but only when the sun is down. PJs and their soft fabric. The way my dog Bruce curls with me when we are about to sleep. Hugs after a long day. Genuine smiles of unknown people. The absence of smiley faces on e-mails.
What does it look to you?
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a/n: just so you guys know, LOUIS DOESN'T KNOW HARRY IS FAMOUS. okay that is clear then.
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song: counting crows - accidentally in love
gif: smiley coy louis, god damn it. i love him so much.
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