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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 10:46 PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: ):
I already miss you.
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 10:47 PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: Sap
I just literally closed the door of my house.
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 10:48 PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: So what?
I still miss you.
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 10:49 PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: So sap.
Well, we will see each other tomorrow.
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 10:50 PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Innit.
I want to kiss you again.
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 10:51 PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: Innit.
God H. I told you, we will sort it out tomorrow.
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 10:52 PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Innit.
Come down. I want to kiss you again.
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 10:53 PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: Innit.
Fuck Harry, I thought you were already on your way back to the hotel. I can't come down, I'm in my PJ's.
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 10:54PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Re: Innit.
Please come down. Just for a bit. Just a small kiss. Please. A goodnight kiss? Please.
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 11:31 PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: Stupid Haz
Are you happy now? I went against my rules. It was more than "just for a bit" ... and that was definitely not a small kiss.
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 11:32 PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Lovely Lou
I am more than happy, yes. Thank you. And sometimes going against the rules is exciting. Besides, I like bad boys.
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 11:33 PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: Stop it
Stop flirting with me and let me go to sleep! I have to work tomorrow.
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 11:34 PM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Nope :)
Okie then. I'm on my way to the hotel. Sleep well Lou. See you tomorrow xx.
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From: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Sent: Tuesday, July 16, 2013 11:35 PM
To: HES0102@yahoo.com
Subject: You flirting bastard
See you tomorrow Haz xxx.
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Next day and everything seemed brighter. Sure, the weather says it's going to be cloudy all day and maybe a small drizzle but still, Louis could see more clearly.
Yesterday was... interesting. He got to meet Harry. He got to kiss Harry. He got to hold Harry's hand. And then he got to kiss Harry more. And a little more.
He got to touch his soft hair. And he got to see his green bright eyes. He got to see that lovely smile. He got to see those fucking dimples. Those are going to be Louis' perdition.
It's barely seven in the morning and Louis is wide awake. And it's good because he can actually take a shower and take extra time to dress himself and style his hair.
He doesn't like his glasses but he needs them a lot at the store—mostly to read stuff and products, or use the computer—but he can perfectly see without them. Or sort of.
He goes down to the kitchen and Jay is already preparing him a bagel with cream cheese and bacon on it. Louis tummy growls.
Right, they didn't even get dinner last night.
"Smells delicious mom," Louis says, greeting her with a kiss on her cheek.
"Thanks baby, it's almost ready," Jay smiles, finishing the bagel.
Louis sits down on the table then, taking a glass of fresh orange juice and taking out his phone.
There's no e-mails—not that he was expecting any—and he decides to open Twitter because why not? He hasn't logged in for like, two weeks probably and maybe he doesn't have like, even a hundred of followers but there's something about it that he likes.
He scrolls down a bit and there's nothing interesting until he sees a tweet. A tweet that Zayn retweeted. And it's from Harry.
@Harry_Styles: "A moment, a love, a dream, a laugh, a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs...A Moment AAAHHHHHH!!" [retweets 22,859 – favourites 12,752] 12:07 AM / 16 Jul 2013
It was... Harry's twitter page. And that tweet was just after he left Louis' house. The tweet. And so many retweets. And favorites. He truly feels his insides all tangled.
"So how was last night babe?" Jay asks, leaving the plate with the bagel in front of Louis.
"Huh?" Louis lifts his head with dazed eyes.
"Last night? With Zayn?" Jay says, sitting in front of Louis with a cuppa on her hands.
"Ah," Louis says, remembering the lie he told his mother, "Good, yeah. We just had dinner and played some FIFA."
"That's nice," Jay says, sipping from her cuppa.
"Yeah," Louis says smiling, locking his phone and leaving it on the table to grab his bagel.
Yeah. Last night was nice.
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Harry is awaken by the buzz of his phone under his pillow. He doesn't even open his eyes, so he just takes his phone and answers without looking at the screen.
"Hello?" Harry answers with raspy husky voice, probably just because it's morning.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL? YOU ARE IN CARDIFF? WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT? HARRY EDWARD STYLES YOU BETTER EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT YOU ARE DOING THERE!!!"
At Gemma's voice, Harry instantly sits straight up and opens his eyes. He forgot about Gemma. Again.
"Gemma!" Harry says nervously, trying to untangle himself from the bed sheets.
"HARRY, YOU BETTER EXPLAIN NOW WHY YOU ARE THERE—,"
"I will just," Harry says, finally walking through the room, only in his briefs, not even doing a thing, just pacing around, "M' here to see a friend, that's all."
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
"Gemma, I swear to god, if you could stop yelling this would be a better conversation."
"DON'T SASS ME RIGHT NOW!" Gemma shouts from the other side of the line, before inhaling and exhaling a few times.
Harry waits, biting the knuckle of his right index.
"Okay now," Gemma says after a few seconds, "I'm going to try to not shout, but don't expect me to talk nice."
"Fair enough," Harry says still a bit nervous.
"First of all, how dare you? Why didn't you tell me about this?" Gemma says, trying not to sound exasperated.
"Well, you were in Paris. You still are. Thought you wouldn't mind."
"I do mind. I'm sort of your manager. And your sister. And you should always talk to me first."
"You are not my manager—,"
"BUT I'M STILL YOUR SISTER!"
Harry shuts up and listens how Gemma tries to control again. Inhale and exhale.
"Second, if you didn't want to tell me, fine. But you should have told the guys in the office," Gemma says exhaling, clearly more relaxed.
Oh shit. He forgot to call the office.
Back in London, Gemma had hire some people to control over her and Harry's schedule and appointments - like agents. They work right beside Gemma's offices, where she and her crew create and design new stuff.
"And third, why are you even there?" Gemma asks, curiosity peeking through her voice.
Right. She doesn't know about Louis.
"Uhmm—well, sorry I forgot to call the office. I was just... excited," Harry says cautiously.
Gemma is waiting for Harry and Harry is not sure how to say it. Harry stops in front of the window, watching Cardiff from his spot. He can see Forelsket from there.
So maybe just keep it simple?
"M' here to visit... a friend," Harry says, not entire sure, "It's just, a friend I met through... internet?"
"Harry," Gemma says seriously, not scolding him, "What is going on? Please just tell me the truth."
"The truth?" Harry asks, still facing the window.
"Please," Gemma says, all of the sudden sounding tired.
"I think I'm falling for him Gems. For Louis. That's who I am visiting. I have been e-mailing him ever since that day of March when we had to travel to New York and there was no one to watch Dusty. I typed the wrong e-mail address and he got it. He didn't know back then it was me, and we just... we kept talking over e-mails. It's been four months and just yesterday, I got to meet him."
"And he's so wonderful Gems. So cute and kind and incredible. He doesn't even know who I am, now that he have met me. I'm a common lad for him. He is small but so... big. He has the most amazing smile ever and whenever he does it, he gets crinkles by his eyes and he likes to wrinkle his nose whenever he doesn't like something. And oh god, he's so sassy. He loves to sass me for everything and he gets the last word and—,"
"Harry," Gemma interrupts him, gets him out of his day dream, because god, Harry even forgot he was talking with Gemma through the phone, "He sounds... amazing," Gemma sighs and Harry can feel her smiling lightly, "I was just worried for you Harry. And if he makes you happy—well, who am I to forbid that, yeah? Just, be careful H. Paparazzis are crazy right now, and they will try to get every detail of the story. Please, be careful."
Harry smiles at his sister's words. And he feels more relieved.
"Of course Gems, I'll take care," Harry says with a wide smile, "Have fun while you're in Paris. And say hi to Karl for me."
"You idiot," Gemma says now, fully to the sister mode, "You haven't even asked me about my work. I take that as personal offence."
Harry laughs at that, "I'm sure you want to brag all about your dream job Gemma, but if you brag about your job, I will brag about my boy."
"Touché," Gemma says on the other side.
"I promise to call you later, after I get some breakfast, so you can brag all you want," Harry says putting his hand over his tummy.
"Fine, but it's my time to tell you about my days," Gemma says with a hint of sass on her tone.
"You know, he's even more sassy than you. Maybe you two will get perfectly along," Harry says.
"We'll see about that lil bro," Gemma says happily, "Talk to you later frog."
"Talk to you later pixie," Harry says before ending the call.
Well, that turned out just perfect. He still has to call the office.
He dials Ellie's phone and puts it on speaker while he puts on his black jeans from the floor.
"Ello?" a girly voice says on the other side.
"Hey, Ellie, it's me Harry," Harry says, "Is Krystal there?" and well, time to explain again.
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Louis and Zayn are on the shop now, talking and eating tacos as the day goes by and, to be honest, Louis has his nerves wrecking him.
Harry hasn't texted him and he doesn't know when to expect him.
It's been a calm day at the shop, so Zayn and Louis are just chilling. Still, Louis feel like he should apologize to Zayn or whatever, because well, it's Harry; his long-life crush.
"Zaynie," Louis says, and he sees Zayn snorts, shaking his head, "I just wanted to tell you—because it only feels right, okay?—but I just wanted to apologize for... taking Harry? I know he has been your crush for a long time, but I didn't even knew it was him and—,"
"It's okay Lou, really," Zayn says smiling, "It was only a silly crush and besides, I think he's not what I thought of him," Zayn says.
"How come?" Louis asks a bit offended. Or angry. Or just protective.
"Because he really is a sap for you," Zayn says, looking at his friend, "I thought he would be more... casual? But he is literally a child and like, a baby giraffe trying to walk, not knowing what the future is ahead or something."
Louis smiles then, seriousness washing out and he nods, "He does look like a giraffe."
"I didn't think he would be so tall, I mean yeah, he's a model but I never thought—,"
"He would be tall like a skyscraper? Yeah, me neither," Louis says, and they both start laughing.
Everything feels comfortable again and Louis knows Zayn is okay with this. Their friendship is in balance again.
Just then, Liam arrives to the shop and well, here we go.
"Louis!" Liam shouts the second he sees Louis behind the counter. He jogs all the way and stops only when Louis stands up to greet him.
"Hey Li," he says, smiling softly.
"Are you okay? What did that Harry kid say to you? Everything fine?" Liam is talking so fast Louis has to turn back to Zayn for an explanation.
"Ah, yes," Zayn says finally looking at Liam, "He was here when Harry came yesterday to look for you."
"And he was rude," Liam says to Zayn.
"No, you were rude!" Zayn shouts back to him.
"You both are being childish now," Louis says to both of them, "It's okay Li, I'm good. More than good actually," he says without thinking and right after, he can see the shot of pain on Liam's face.
"Okay," Liam says more softly, still with his face pained.
Zayn turns to look back to Louis and decides to leave both of them alone, opting for the back of the shop for a while.
When they are finally alone, Louis speaks up, talking soft and low, "Li," he says to get Liam's attention, "I just want you to know that I care for you, like a lot," Louis says, Liam still looking at the floor, "And you're like a brother to me, Liam, like my bear brother," Louis says, taking Liam's hand, "And I—I just, with Harry—it's different, the kind of feelings I get—and I can't control it, but please know, that you're perfect and maybe, there's someone else out there especially for you, yeah?"
Liam is finally lifting his head up to see Louis, and a small smile appear on his lips, "Someone else? Apart from you?"
"Someone even better, I'm sure of it," Louis says smiling wide now.
"Thanks for being so nice Louis," Liam says, sighing finally.
Louis decides to hug him and give him a few pats on the back before stepping back.
"So," Liam says after a few seconds, "Is he good to you?"
"Really good," Louis says with a smitten smile, "We went on a date yesterday, but we had to escape from the restaurant cause there were fans and paparazzis outside."
"Really? Is he that famous?" Liam asks.
"What do you mean if he is that famous? Of course he is famous you stupid geek!" Zayn shouts from behind them; so he was listening all along. Sneaky bastard.
"Well, sorry for not being a victim of the media and marketing and all of that stuff and clothes," Liam answers back, both of them back to fight.
Louis can only sigh at that and shakes his head. He suddenly feels his phone vibrates.
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From: HES0102@yahoo.com
Sent: Wednesday, July 17, 2013 11:21 AM
To: lwt24xx@gmail.com
Subject: Hello
Is it a good time to enter the shop? I don't want to interrupt the fight.
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Louis looks up from the phone and—right there outside, Harry is watching him fondly, smiling.
Creepy, Louis mouths.
Harry chuckles and starts walking to the shop, taking a few seconds before he enters.
"Hi," Louis says, meeting him halfway, "Good morning."
"Or afternoon," Harry says smiling, trying to control himself to kiss Louis right there.
"Still morning love," Louis says smiling, taking his hand and guiding him to where Zayn and Liam are.
They are still arguing, but definitely not for the same reason and Harry has to clear his throat a few times before Zayn notice he is there.
"Harry!" Zayn shouts, interrupting Liam's argument, "Still feel a bit starstruck every time I see you mate," Zayn says, with a sincere smile.
"Hey there," Liam greets simply, still not very fond of Harry.
Harry greets them too, smiling and saying hello, still a bit clumsy about it but he manages it all perfectly.
They chat for a bit, all of them. Zayn and Liam banters some more and Harry and Louis watch. Zayn wants to know more of Harry and they get involved in a talk about fashion, designers and runways, which - Louis doesn't get at all. He feels left out, Liam also just watching from afar. It's only matter of time after Harry and Zayn stop and Harry returns to Louis.
"So," Harry says after they are left alone, Zayn going back to the back of the shop and Liam gone for the day, "What are we doing today?"
"Well, I still have to call my mother and let her know," Louis says worried, "I don't want her to wait for me on the antique shop, so let me tell her."
Louis takes out his phone and dials her number.
"Hello?"
"Hey mom, just calling to let you know I will go out with a ... friend today, so I won't be able to go down to the shop," Louis says through the phone.
"It's okay honey. What friend? Liam? Niall?"
"No mum, it's uhmm—Harry, you don't know him—anyway, thanks mom, see you tonight."
"Louis wait, who is Harry? I never heard of him? Louis—,"
And Louis hangs up.
"Everything alright?" Harry asks, oblivious to the conversation.
"Yeah," Louis smiles, trying to hide his worries, "Perfect."
"Okay so," Harry says, getting closer to Louis, "What are we doing today?"
Louis feels the air around him heavier and it's amazing what Harry's voice can do to his body so he has to blink a few times to be able to speak.
"Uhmm—well, we can only go—like, for a walk? Give you a proper tour and all of that," Louis says barely, feeling weak.
"Perfect," Harry says smiling widely and touching Louis' arm.
And fuck. It feels so good.
"Zayn," Louis tries to shout but it's still weak, "I'm going now, you will be good on your own."
"Yeah, yeah whatever," Zayn shouts from the back.
"Let's go," Louis says smiling, taking Harry's hand and both of them exiting the shop.
It's cloudy outside but it's not cold or windy. You still can smell the salt of the sea in the air and there's not so many people on the streets.
Harry can't see any paparazziss around so it feels kind of safe to keep walking while holding Louis' hand. But, he is still unsure what they are. Boyfriends? Friends with benefits? Boyfriends for a couple of days while Harry is there?
Harry doesn't want to ask Louis and he sure doesn't want to make a mess of it on his head, so he decides to forget it for the moment and just try to spend a good time with Louis.
Louis takes Harry to Waterfront Park, just a few blocks from there, and they just keep walking, talking about a few things, not so important, spending time there and what not.
"So I talked with Gemma today," Harry says, playing mindlessly with Louis' fingers, "And she kind of wants to meet you."
"Really? You told her about me?"
"Yeah, well—she literally found about me coming here so I had to tell her," Harry says but shit, that didn't sound good, "I mean—I wanted to tell her—but she can be touchy with these things and, well I didn't know you personally and she thinks it's dangerous—and like, you know, because of her and her firm and—,"
"Harry, it's fine," Louis says comforting him, "Actually, I'm glad you haven't made it like, public. I'm not fond of crowds and such."
"That's why you wanted to left yesterday?" Harry asks.
"Yeah, I'm not very social or friendly—well, I am, but just like, with a few, not really with everyone," Louis says, trying to explain himself.
"It's okay, if you don't want to, I won't tell," Harry says smiling.
"Thanks," Louis answers, "So, she wants to meet me?"
"Yeah, but she's in Paris—,"
"Yeah, Zayn told me about that," Louis interrupts, "Karl Lagerfeld; that's a really good opportunity."
"It is," harry says nodding, "And I'm so happy for her. She deserves it."
"Well, just as well, you deserve all the good things, so I'm happy you are the face of that collection."
"Nah, it's just because she is my sister," Harry says shaking his head, "She's the real genius."
"Harold, I'm sure your sister had nothing to do with your body and face. That's all yours. Don't put yourself down," Louis says serious now.
"My body and my face?" Harry says teasingly, "What about them?"
"Uhmmm—like, you're... good, yeah? You're... sharp," Louis says, red cheeks visible and Harry is more that content now.
"Okie then," Harry says smiling and Louis has to hit him in the arm, because well—no he didn't.
"That's actually like our thing, isn't it?" Louis asks. Harry nods and squeezes Louis' hand, still walking through the park.
"So, how does it feel to be an only child? Not having siblings, I mean," Harry asks, trying to make conversation.
"Oh well, I don't know, like... lonely?" Louis chuckles sadly, shrugging, "I wouldn't know really, because it feels normal to me but—well, it feels comfortable in a way, like, secure, because it's only me mom and I so, like, it's easier? In a way? I guess."
"Yeah I get you," Harry says, "I mean, Gemma is my sibling but it feels more like my mom. Not that I don't like my mom—I like her, I love her, but I don't see her that much since she married again, so yeah."
"What happened to your dad?" Louis asks, not trying to be rude or anything.
"Oh well, my parents divorced when I was little, like when I was seven years old. My dad married again but like, we didn't see him that much when we were back in Holmes Chapel, now it's even impossible now that Gemma and I are in London. I think last time I saw him was like, three years ago or something," Harry says, trying to remember.
"At least you know your dad," Louis says without thinking and well, that takes Harry by surprise, "I mean, like—your dad knows about you and I guess he sometimes remembers you? Mine doesn't even know I exist."
"What?"
Louis sighs and decides it's time to open up, "The thing is, my mom never told him she was pregnant. My dad was a candidate running for mayor of Doncaster, back in 1990. He had a wife but I think they were kind of unhappy, or at least that's what my mom says. Anyway, my mom met him when she was working for the government in the health sector, helping kids and women. They kind of fell in love and they were dating in secret because of all the other woman thing. But then, he won the elections and the PR team wanted him to use his legit wife and a legit child to be presented as the perfect family that would lead Doncaster through those four years. And when he won the elections, my mom found out she was pregnant."
"Because she was working with the government back then, she knew an affair would be bad for him and the election, and everybody would despise her, so she decided to run away. No explanations, no notes left behind. She just left, escaping from her life there to start a new one as a mother. And I'm really grateful for that. She has taken care of that good."
Louis ends with a half-smile and eyes looking at the floor, a bit ashamed of his life. Because seriously, not everyone knows the story - except maybe for Zayn - but somehow Harry feels safe enough for him to tell it. And it doesn't matter if his mom scolds him later for that, he wanted to share this with Harry.
Harry is left with no words and he can see Louis is not so proud but, Harry is. Harry is so proud of him for being so brave and for being able to keep going even if his life is not what he deserves. Harry is so so proud; so he only can step closer to Louis and hug him, hug him so tight that he doesn't feel a thing but the mere presence of Harry there.
"I'm sure, he would be so proud of you if he knew about you, because I am," Harry says stepping back, "I'm proud of you and how amazing and brave you are," Harry says cupping Louis' face, leaning closer, "You're so fucking awesome the way you are and there's nothing to be ashamed of, okay?"
Louis gives him a little nod, and Harry closes the gap between them, kissing him on his soft lips.
It's short and gentle, but it feels so right that Harry knows this moment here, it's one that he will remember.
They decide it's time for lunch so they leave the park behind along with the blue feelings.
Since Louis doesn't want to be seen, Harry suggest going to his hotel and ordering room service. And Louis accepts but only if they can watch a movie.
It's sushi then and The Avengers. Only because apparently, Louis is a super mega fan of super-heroes and Harry lets him choose.
And to be honest, Harry doesn't mind because he loves Robert Downey Jr. Sue him, he finds him attractive.
Besides, he can see Louis freeze every time Chris Hemsworth enters the scene. So it's not only Harry, really.
And when the movie ends, they are still lying on the bed, Louis' head on Harry's chest and Harry's hands playing with Louis' hair.
"Lou?" Harry says after a while, soft and low, afraid that maybe Louis fall asleep.
"Yeah?" Louis answers soft as well, sitting up and turning to see Harry.
"Can I take a picture of us? I want it to be my background," Harry says, with a little grin on his face, "Please?"
"Every time you have that smile and say Please like a toddler, you know I will accept, you manipulative little shit," Louis answers sassing.
"Just like yesterday?" Harry says, remembering the kiss when Louis was wearing his black and white PJ's.
"Just like yesterday," Louis repeats, moving himself right beside Harry.
Harry takes out his phone and opens the front camera, aiming for a selfie.
"God I look terrible," Louis says, trying to style his hair.
"No, you look adorable," Harry says, kissing his cheek and deciding to press the shutter right there.
"Hey!" Louis says, wrinkling his nose, "You didn't even wait for me to get ready!"
Harry laughs and it keeps like that, with an improvise selfie photoshoot with Harry's phone.
At least ten photos were taken and after it, they decide which should be Harry's background.
"Send them to me! I want them too!" Louis says, taking out his phone.
"Via e-mail?" Harry asks, teasingly.
"Actually, we should really trade numbers because my e-mail is getting full, like—only if you want," Louis says, looking at him.
"Yeah sure," Harry says, not even feeling threatened, "WhatsApp?"
"Yeap," Louis says, taking Harry's phone to put his number, "There ya go."
And Harry sends the photos. And Louis saves the phone number.
And Harry wishes he could upload one of those photos to Instagram to let the whole world that he is slowly falling for the blue eyed boy.
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a/n: hiiiii loveyouall.
song: kiss me again - we are the in crowd ft. alex gaskarth
photo: the larry selfie *crying brb*
question: just comment about gemma's and jay's thoughts.