"Really? Is that how you greet your best friend?"
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He wonders if Harry felt safe with him. Louis feels safe right now.
His head is all fucked up, filled with nothing but Harry.
It scares him a little that Harry might not feel the same, that it’s a big deal. What if he’s the only one with butterflies?
"Just so you know," he says quietly, his hand is almost crushing Harry’s in his. "I think you’re very brave for coming out to your entire family. I also think you deserve a lot of happy things." He swallows. "I’ve got your back."
Louis would be a risk. He’s got ups and downs, too fiery and sparking. Untrustworthy.
Harry’s so much, too much. He’s so… It just hurts.
"Are you even old enough?" "Yes." "Are you sure?"
"Shut up, Lots." "I mean, he is." "Yeah, alright."
Louis will actually admit it: Harry actually means a tiny little bit to him.
I don’t really understand what your deal is, but the two of you really seem to love hating each other
It’s weird. Really weird. He and Harry have gotten off against each other.
He feels unstable, but it’s making him fall into it.
"Are you going to shut up and let me fuck you?"
It feels too good. All too good. It’s all so natural, every movement coming so easily.