Meraki
(V.) to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put of yourself into your work.
Harry always knew there was something about Louis. Something a little bit mysterious, something hidden. Although Louis joked a lot, he was always very modest. When Harry told him this he had shook his head and had been a little offended. He had said that nobody likes modest. However Harry could not help but be taken aback when Louis had surprised him.
They had gone away for a few weeks in the summer and there was a mix up with hotel rooms. Louis had been ready to complain but once they were shown into the master suite there was really no need. It was a big room with a wide flat screen tv, a fireplace, luxury sofas and a coffee table on a fluffy rug. Leading off of the living area was a door to a bedroom. A king size bed was in the centre of the room facing yet another flat screen, it had Egyptian cotton sheets and chocolates on the pillows. Off of the bedroom was an ensuit and a door leading out onto the balcony. On the other side of the room was a walk in wardrobe and another door which was locked. Harry had been in the pool for most of the day as it was far too hot to be doing anything else. Louis had gone up to the room just after lunch time moaning about a headache from the heat. Harry had sat on his own for a few hours before going to check on Louis. He swiped his room card and waited for the beep before entering. He sighed with relief as he walked in, Louis had the air con going and the slight breeze felt good on his clammy skin. A piano melody was coming from towards the bedroom and Harry smiled. Louis must have some music on. He strolled in to find him and frowned when the room was empty. The sound was coming from the locked room. Harry span around and the door was ajar. Confused he walked over and stood in the door frame, pushing the door open a bit more to see what was inside. He almost gasped out loud but he held it back, keeping quiet. A white grand piano occupied the room and sitting at it was Louis. His small fingers moved fluently along the keys, no mistakes being made at all. His eyes were shut and he moved slightly with the music, he was just completely lost in it. Harry was going to make a noise, let Louis know he was there but he was worried that he would stop. The melody changed into something he recognised, he didn't know it well but it was by a band that Louis liked. The fray was it called? Something like that. He only played that for a moment before the sound changed again and this time it started off quiet, slow. For some reason the notes hit Harry and he was amazed, he didn't recognise this song at all and the thought that Louis had written this sent him into a state of awe. It was when Louis started to sing that Harry's jaw dropped. The song seemed to have some kind of meaning and Harry knew Louis wasn't a bad singer but he didn't know he was good, more than good. Louis' voice was raw, bare. It showed his emotions and it broke on a few of the notes adding to the overall sound. There was no words that Harry could think of to describe it apart from it was beautiful. Louis Tomlinson was beautiful. He sung with such passion and love and it was all feeling, he was completely lost in the music. It was the lyrics that really stuck in Harry's head. He doesn't catch the beginning but he hangs on every word afterwards.
And I know, you're gonna be away a while
But I've got no plans at all to leave
And would you take away my hopes and dreams?
Just stay with me
All my senses come to life
While I'm stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I'll never leave again
Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you'll always be a friend
Cause you are the only one
Take my hand and my
Heart and soul, I will
Only have these eyes for you
And you know, everything changes but
We'll be strangers if, we see this through
You could stay within these walls and bleed
But just stay with me
All my senses come to life
While I'm stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I'll never leave again
Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you'll always be a friend
Cause you are the only one
I'm stumbling half drunk, getting myself lost
I am so gone, so tell me the way home
I listen to sad songs, singing about love
And where it goes wrong
All my senses come to life
While I'm stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I'll never leave again
Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you'll always be a friend
Cause you are the only one
Harry was mesmerised by Louis' face, this was his life, music was such a big part of his life but he kept it a secret. It struck home with Harry. When the song finished Harry was shaking and Louis played the final chord which rung through the air.
Once Louis opens his eyes he jumps a little at the sight of Harry leaning against the doorframe, staring at him with a strange look on his face.
Louis cocks his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Sorry" Harry mumbles shaking himself out of his shocked state.
Louis shakes his head.
"I was gonna tell you, it just.." He waves his hand in the direction of the piano "it never came up" Louis finishes.
Harry is speechless he just doesn't know what to say. He needs to say something but his mouth will not form any words.
Louis looks at his lap uncomfortable under Harry's intense gaze.
"Louis" Harry finally says his voice laced with awe.
"You like it?" Louis asks.
Harry doesn't have the words to tell Louis how much he loved it so he walks over to him and sits next to him on the stool. There isn't much room so Louis sifts and sits on one of Harry's legs. Harry's wraps his arms around him and as Louis turns to face him Harry crashes his lips against Louis. Louis whimpers and Harry doesn't think Louis could get any more perfect.
When they pull away Louis grins.
"Beautiful Lou, amazing." Is all Harry could say, breathless. It's not enough but it's all he can say. Louis blushes.
"It's not finished, I need to change a few things, made a few slip ups" Louis says quietly.
"You wrote it?" Harry asks and once he gets a nod from Louis his heart swells.
"Don't change anything, it's perfect. I'm speechless" Harry says honestly. Louis gives Harry a peck on the lips as a thank you before turning back around to face the piano. His bum is boney but Harry doesn't care. Louis begins to play something again but Harry can't concentrate anymore, Louis is so close and Harry is almost bursting with proud because of how talented Louis is. He leans his head on Louis' shoulder, pressing his chest into Louis' back. Louis' breath hitches but his fingers don't falter. Harry breathes out and a smile slips onto Louis' face, it tickled his neck. He's trying his hardest to ignore Harry. Harry turns his head and moves even closer, he gently presses his lips to Louis' neck and Louis plays a wrong note but continues anyway. Harry kisses him again, nuzzling into the softness of his neck. Louis squirms but still keeps his cool.
"Lou" Harry whispers against Louis' skin and Harry feels a shiver run through Louis' body. Harry smirks. However Louis' fingers don't stop moving. It's a simple tune and Harry feels as if he should know it but at the moment he is too distracted. Harry's game isn't working so he tries harder to get Louis to stop playing. It's not that he wants him to stop, he just wants Louis. Harry places one of his hands on one of Louis' biceps and lightly trails his finger along the edges of one of his tattoos, poking out from the sleeve of his white and navy stripy st-shirt. This doesn't seem to affect Louis at all so Harry sits up, taking his head off of Louis shoulder and places both of his hands on each shoulder. At first he rubs them gently giving him a gentle massage, he then moves down slightly, rubbing small circles on the top of Louis' back with his thumbs. He moves lower, feeling Louis ribs beneath his skin, he rubs Louis' lower back and notices that Louis' breathing changes, it's slower now and he is taking longer breaths. Harry stops rubbing and just rests his hands where they are on Louis' back. This song seems to be lasting a long time and Harry doesn't know if he wants it to last forever or hurry up so he can have all of Louis' attention. Louis doesn't seem to be anywhere near finished so Harry takes matters into his own hands. He ghosts his hands to Louis sides and gently digs his fingers in. Louis jumps away from Harry and let's out a laugh. His fingers slip and he presses a lot of wrong keys at the same time. He turns to face Harry.
"Oi, You can't tickle me whilst I'm playing piano!" He says in fake outrage.
"Oh yeah?" Harry ask a mischievous grin on his face and Louis holds his hands in front of his body to protect himself but it's no use. Harry's hands are big and he tickles any bit if Louis's body he can get to. Louis throws his head back unable to stop the giggles that sound in his throat. No matter how hard he tries to escape Harry's wriggling fingers, he can't. Something catches Harry's eye and he stops, one of Louis music sheets has His name written on it. Louis follows Harry's eyes and quickly jumps to the piece of paper, that Harry is looking at. He folds it and puts it Into his pocket.
Harry frowns.
"Hey! Can't I see?" Harry asks. Louis shakes his head embarrassed.
"It's not finished yet and it's just an idea I might just scrap it anyway" Louis mumbles and Harry isn't even listening to what Louis is saying, he's just too god damn adorable.
Harry surprises Louis by putting his hands around Louis waist and lifting him off his knee and onto the piano. It makes an awful sound and Louis' eyes widen. Harry then stands.
"Haz you can't do-" Louis starts but is stopped by Harry's lips against his. The kiss is needy but there's a trace of something else there. Something Louis doesn't recognise. Harry cups Louis' cheek with his hand and Louis wraps his legs around Harry's waist pulling him closer. Louis hands tangle in Harry's hair and Harry moans. They both pull away for air but Louis' lips don't stop moving they just travel down Harry's jaw and down his neck.
"Oh Louis" he whimpers and he almost adds I Love you. He freezes then. And Louis stops kissing his skin.
"What?" He asks. Harry's waiting for that part of his brain that tells him to stop, to leave, to get away because this all too much. Nothing comes and all that runs through his head is LouisLouisLouis. So what? He thinks. I'm in love with Louis. Haven't I always been?
"Nothing" Harry murmurs and then they're kissing again.
He never did find out what was on that piece of paper.