September coffee and fluff in metro

September 15, 2022. Thursday.

New York, New York.

      Not getting enough sleep in the morning is already becoming the meaning of life — Louis thinks about it while waiting for the train at the metro station and drinking amazing homemade coffee in an attempt to cheer up. Coffee made by a caring little sister, Charlotte, always has a special aroma and taste, it is always much better than coffee made by your own sluggish hands due to lack of sleep.       Louis is in no hurry today, so he even allows himself to miss the train that has just arrived, so as not to feel like a sardine in a jar, clinging to exactly the same sardines, also afraid to pour someone a drink. Not because Louis doesn’t want to cause harm, but because he plans to finish his coffee, really enjoy it and cheer up.       He exhales calmly as he watches the train doors begin to close, and the people in the car don’t seem particularly pleased that Tomlinson has enough time to travel in a more spacious transport. Louis turns away from them with a barely noticeable smile even before the doors of the cars are closed, when suddenly someone bumps into him and… Coffee! It’s spilled! Some kind of jerk!       The doors of the train slam shut, and it begins to move, picking up speed and moving away quickly enough. Louis wants to yell at the wayward guy, but when he looks up from the coffee stains on their shirts, this desire exhausts itself. Firstly, the stranger’s clothes suffered more, and secondly, this young man is very good-looking.       His curls are ruffled from the rather cold and humid air, his cheeks and nose are flushed, and his lips, scarlet and plump, are opened in a symbolic, confused «o» while he looks at what he has done.       — Oh, my God! — the boy is belatedly frightened, opening incredibly bright green eyes for such an early hour and looking straight at Louis. — I'm so embarrassed! Sorry!       — Oh, no, no, I should be sorry, — and he's really almost sorry, but he's grieving too much for his favorite drink. — You didn't get burned?       — Oh, a little, I must have been very lucky that your coffee had time to cool down ... — the guy says awkwardly. — No, really, I'm really sorry that it happened, but I was in such a hurry that I didn't even notice you… I could buy you another one!       — Oh, no, it's not worth it. Where were you in such a hurry? — Louis asks, watching as the stranger tries to cover a large brown spot on a white shirt from people passing by. — I can lend you a jacket so you can cover up this misunderstanding.       — That would be very nice of you, thank you, — he is really very embarrassed when he takes someone else's jacket, but Tomlinson feels pleased with it. — I've been supposed to be in class for half an hour, but I overslept, so I had to run.       — It's just being late, I'm sure someone from the group will let you rewrite the notes, — Louis reassures him. — What's your name?       — Harry Styles... and Yours?       — Louis Tomlinson, — he smiles softly, noticing how the boy blushes after putting on his jacket and realizing that it is too big for him.       When the next train arrives, a cup of coffee will be thrown into the trash, miraculously found, and the guys themselves are already having a nice and completely relaxed conversation, going into not the most empty, but also not the most clogged car, settling down on the seat close enough to each other to continue communicating while traveling in the subway.       They themselves do not notice how time flies by, and they leave for the Manhattan Bridge. Golden light gently fills the space, reflecting beautifully from glossy surfaces, and the river boils with fog, reveling in the September morning. And Harry is so beautiful at this moment that Louis can't resist leaning into his ear and asking:       — Are you free tonight?       Smiling, Styles turns his gaze from the landscape passing by the window to the man, pondering the question.       — Yes, I think so, why?       — I think you owe me a delicious coffee, and I would also like a muffin, so we just have to go to some coffee shop, Harry.       — Fair enough, — it sounds gentle when the young man holds out his palm, as if asking for a phone, which Louis does. — Call me after four if you're free.       — Of course I will…       Harry goes out first, so they smile sweetly at each other goodbye, but somehow both are thinking about an early date, full of how everything will go. But the main thing is that they both still understand — whatever it is, everything will be fine. Perhaps being late is not so bad when you meet your potential love.