Quesoftheday: Do you have any favourite genre of music or you are more likely to go with the mood?
“Is his chemotherapy still going on?” Louis asks looking up at the sky.
“Yes, he’s getting worse day by day. It’s only to keep him with us for some more days maybe, nothing else.” I reply closing my eyes when Louis asks about dad’s illness.
We’ve been lying down on the beach for a long time. There’s a special bar by this beach where we have spend some fun time a while ago. The place was really interesting. It’s still attention-grabbing to me that how they managed to build such an environment where literally everything is made up of ice in this warm weather. Even when drinks were served, I realised that the glasses were made of ice.
To my surprise, Louis came out to be a pro in the Spanish dance called Flamenco and I looked like a penguin learning to ski for the first time. It was my first time experience, dancing with hundreds of people on the street with cheap beers on hand and it was beautiful, more beautiful to see Louis dancing.
“Can we spend the night here? In this beach? We can call it moon bathing though.” I tell looking at Louis who is lying down beside me.
“I told you earlier, the whole hotel thing is a wastage.” He nods, followed by a calm smile.
“I do realize now.” I smile and then sit up beside him.
“Let’s discover the night city.” I tell him excitedly, sliding in my toms beside me.
“It’s 2 am Oren, you need to sleep.” He scoffs.
“Who was talking about hotel wastage a while ago?” I roll my eyes at him.
“Well I thought you are going to sleep here.” He says more like a question.
“No, now come on.” I pull him up by his hand and he finally stands up.
“Now put this beanie on to look cuter.” I put the black beanie on his head and he surprises me by not saying a word. “Perfect walking banana.” I laugh sarcastically but control myself when I watch him coming closer.
He pulls it off of his head and shoves it away somewhere.
“Stop bossing around me and………………….”
He stops watching the nervous expression in my face. He takes a long breath looking at me and intends to mouth me a sorry.
“Louis?” I take a long breath looking at him, predicting the bad situation he has already created behind him by shoving the beanie in the dark. “If you can calm down the horrible thing behind you. I’d never boss around you again.”
Louis looks at me confusingly and then turns around. I take a closer look of the pitch black dog wheezing in front of us, the black beanie hanging with his right ear. I grab Louis’ hand tightly and squeak when a growl leaves its mouth.
“Soft puppy warm puppy little ball of fur, happy puppy sleepy puppy, purr purr purr.” I hear Louis singing and I get shocked hearing his melodious voice even in this situation.
He fucking sang one of the cutest song with one of the softest voice I’ve ever heard and I never expected it coming from this arrogant man.
“Louis?” My grip around his wrist tightens when I notice the dog takes a step ahead. “You know what’s better than impressing the dog with live orchestra?”
“Yes.” He whispers keeping his eyes on the dog. “3, 2, runnnnn!”
We start running on the beach holding each other’s hands as the dog keeps running after us.
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Bittercoated
Fanfiction*COMPLETED BUT NOT EDITED* She was impossible for him. He was irresistible to her. Somewhere between a lie and bitterness, both found an attachment which was coating them, something new and true.
