The way she talks is terrifying, James thinks, as he sits on the edge of the fountain outside. Her voice is cool and sweet and sharp and petrifyingly beautiful. She laughs and the world is in slow motion, she flips her dark hair over her shoulder and he suddenly blushes, wishing he had the nerve to get closer than twenty feet away. James hears something behind him and he turns, hoping that it's some sort of distraction because god knows he could use one, but it's just Louis. James nods half-heartedly at him but Louis doesn't notice, he just keeps walking. James feels slightly offended but he's not about to go chasing after him for forgetting to wave. But suddenly he stops thinking. Louis is walking in her direction. It could be nothing, but James stands to get a better view. Now Louis has stopped in front of her, he's talking to her, and she's laughing and nodding and her lovely lips are curled into the sweetest of smiles and Louis bends down slightly and kisses her on the cheek. James clenches his fist. Louis walks away, a light bounce in his step and James walks away him, fist clenched but not going to fight. Not this time.