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â every now nâ again i go see him or whatever but nothing like, special really. â harry replies with a small shrug but he doesnât care to talk about nick. sure theyâd had their fair share of close moments & as much as nick would attempt in making the move for harry heâd have louis on his mind just to push the elder man away ( desperate to try to not seem disrespectful ) but itâs impossible when one person hits on you while youâre thinking of boning another. harry knows louis is well jealous of nick, heâs always known that & to be entirely fair he kind of was easily amused on making louis jealous just from hugging nick or something of the sorts. â far from fake love, come âere now and again when mâproper bored more than anything. more so venture out and go off doing shit yâknow ?? â the younger manages to shrug once more, swallowing thick while he reaches to tangle a hair into shorter locks; after all these years & plenty of different hair styles heâs never managed to stop playing with his hair when itâs most convenient for a distraction but this time itâs so much shorter than it was years ago & itâs just strange that he isnât able to tie it back like he was able to before. considering heâs more focused on marking louisâ tanned skin, harryâs lips move slow against the spot, a soft nibble following & he swears he gets painfully hard to the soft whine of his name falling from louisâ lips. it only causes him to rest a hand onto the elderâs back, pulling him in so his chest is pressed against his.Â
once watching louis turn his head only to reach for the back of it, harryâs got full lips pressed against louisâ mouth, moving them ever so slowly as his tongue darts out hesitantly to guide over louisâ bottom lip, biting gently to tug it back into his mouth so heâs able to suck it slightly in his mouth. harryâs lifting his other hand from the bar so heâs able to rest it against louisâ hip, keeping him right up while he guides his lips against louisâ. harry can tell louis is confident about this ( which is really surprising ) considering the younger himself was a little apprehensive on even kissing back anyways; louis had left him before so whatâs to make of him for not leaving again. he feels warm nevertheless, between the alcohol & deep kisses but he almost whines once feeling louisâ lips part his only for an apology to follow. â câmon. â he purrs soft only to reach for louisâ hand, tugging the pair towards the back ( itâs a damn good thing harry knows this place like the back of his hand ) heâs been look out for plenty of people to just fuck about in the back room but luckily itâs his turn for some sort of action. itâs been months since heâs had a proper lay, or hell, any sort of sexual encounter but if heâs not near ripping off tight jeans now heâs not sure what heâs better to do. â sânot exactly the nicest but i promise next time will be better. â he mumbles back to louis, leading them into the small space only to close the door then press louis up against it. itâs not long that harryâs mouth leads back to louisâ neck before heâs grinding himself up against louisâ hip & maybe harryâs a little too endeared by their height difference ( he used to always think louis was the perfect height to suck him off ) course memories faded quicker than realities had. â missed you so fuckinâ much lou. â he breathes heavy against tanned skin, sucking a small mark into the spot while guiding his free hand slowly up the hem of louisâ shirt.
it took louisâ quite some time to register the events happening, his mind fuzzy and lips tingling. his eyes darted down to the hand that enclosed on his, and louis started to be tugged somewhere, to a place that was most definitely not the dance floor, nor outside of the club, and it was . . . oh. well. louis wasnât exactly expecting this much from harry, but he would be stupid enough to turn down an opportunity like that. so, louis quietly made his way into the room after harry ( making sure he didnât trip over his feet at all ) and then practically lunged himself toward the taller boy once they were both securely inside, door shut and locked behind them. just as louis was about to lean forward for another kissed, the blue eyed boy stopped in his tracks, with his heart beat started to quicken its pace at the other maleâs comment. next time ? just the fact that harry brought up a â next time â caused louisâ lower stomach to turn a bitâ¤not with anything but excitement and anticipation. but, there wasnât time to think about any of thatâ¤no time to think about what was happening between the two boys, no time to question their motives. It was just them, body against body, and louis was more than content with it.â mm, âs fine. this is perfect.â louis spoke, before his lips chased after harryâs, his head tilted up so that he could reach the taller boyâs mouth.Â
as harry started to grind against louis, a soft gasp escaped his pink, chapped lips as he pulled away from the youngerâs mouth. with his eyelids closing over his blue orbs, he tilted his neck over, exposing the fresh, tanned skin for harry. â fuck, harry, if you made a move when we were in the band, we couldâve been doinâ this a long time ago, for fucks sake, â louis spoke, his voice shaky and breathy, hard to concentrate on his words with a beautiful boyâs lips attached to his neck and he was so, so painfully hard he felt suffocated in his tight jeans. louis then lightly pushed the other boy off him, just so that louis could get ahold of harryâs shirt and start tugging it upward. âoff.â he mumbled, struggling to pull the shirt off harryâs long body in a swift motion. once the piece of cloth was up over harryâs head, louis moved his hand to rest on the side of harryâs cheek, his lips found trailing around the younger boyâs mouth and down his jawline. louis had some idea of where this was going, but the feather haired male was still of unsure as to how far harry wanted this to go. but really, louis was willing to do anything for harry, was willing to do anything harry asked, even if it meant dropped to his knees in a dirty back room in the club. as louis peppered kisses across harryâs bare skin across his jaw line, louis mumbled against the skin, â what dâya want, baby ? â
okhcrry.
harryâs watching louis with dark eyes considering heâs finally got his attention fully, green optics simply waver over louisâ entire being. for a moment all he can settle his gaze on is louisâ mouth, moving ever so sweetly whilst he talks & god does he imagine on just how fucking alluring louis would look sucking him off. once he finally is able to hear louis the younger of the pair nods slow, sipping fully to his drink & feels the warmth of the alcohol coursing thick down his throat & through his veins. the thing is usually harryâs very more out & about when social drinking yet he canât seem to retort his attention from louis. heâs fucking beautiful & harryâs desperately wanted to be this close to him for years ( never happened given the fact theyâd been separated ) but nevertheless god did harry miss louis more than he could miss anyone. â not a lazy bum lou, just a bit laid bad is all. every now and again i go out with nick or yâknow whoever, women i guess. â he smirks behind the rim of his glass for another small sip, clearly heâs joking considering louisâ whatâs occupied his mind for many years & even with women draped over him he canât just push the fact how he wishes it was louis draped over him, kissing on his neck & making him forget thereâs actually six billion people in the world other than the two of them.Â
hands slip up into short curls before heâs licking brief over his lips, finally drinking the very last bit ofwhatâs in his glass, pushing it to the side. â besides none of them are you, never have been, never wil be. â harry near purrs thick before heâs got the entirety of his large hand wrapped around louisâ hip, gently easing him even closer so he could almost feel the shifted breathing of the beauty that is loui tomlinson. harryâs always been so intruiged by louis, even back for the many years their band had been around. â well iâd proper hope not, quite like you being around me as much as possible. â he replies & his accent rolls thick off of his tongue â almost like honey, ust sweet & succulent anyways. long digits brush up underneath the hem of louisâ shirt, grazing against his skin before his lips meet the underside of louisâ earâ â missed you too, love. â  harry responds before heâs massaging full lips against tan skin, his hand caressing louisâ bare back ever so gently to keep him close to his body. â missed you so fuckinâ much. â he finishes & even with that last bit his voice manages to drop a single octave in between the brushes of lips against velvet skin.
everything was so fast, between the music and alcohol and harry, the world was in a nonstop motion and louis was left trying to catch up. jealousy started to boil in the pits of louisâ stomach at the mention of nick and women, and a small scowl became apparent on the petiteâs boy facial features. â hm, so youâre still close with nick then? not a surprise, really. heâs always seemed a bit. . .nevermind. â louis made sure to stop himself before he trailed onto a path that he wasnât welcome on, didnât want to bring up a topic that louis surely wasnât ready to discuss. â but what brought ya here tonight, then? i come here sometimes, yet this is the first time iâve seen you. sounds a bit like fate, hm? â but the next thing louis knew, harry was closer than ever, lips pressed against the skin behind louisâ ear. unsure of what to do, the contact sends louis into a bit of a panic. after setting his drink down on, louis placed both his hands on harryâs chest, pushing himself away a bit from the other male. â h-harry . . . â louis started, his words trembling as his fingers slightly gripped onto the cloth of harryâs shirt.Â
then, just a few seconds later, louis had himself pressed back up against harry, his head tilted upwards as louisâ lips found harryâs. louis had his lips pressed against the other boys in a slightly open-mouth kiss, and all louis could really think was jesus christ. he wasnât sure when he gained this confidence, but he was pretty sure it came along with the drink and the presence of this boy heâd been longing for. & of course louis wasnât sure of how harry would react, but with harryâs actions just moments before the kiss, louis felt rather confident in the kiss. it was an impulseâ¤an itch under the skin louis couldnât just quite reachâ¤and louis was more than willing to comply. releasing one of his handâs grip on harryâs shirt, he moved the free hand to the back of harryâs head, his fingers lacing between knotted locks of hair. louis wasnât quite sure of what he was expecting from a kiss with harry ( and of course he dreamt of how it would be like often ) yet that kiss took louis a bit by surprise. there werenât any imaginary fireworks, things those romance novels tell you, but there were soft lips and the taste of alcohol mixed with lust, and just harryharryharry. after a little while, louis pulled away from the kiss, his lips still parted open slightly. âehm, sorry?â
okhcrry.
harry wants to be mad at louis for a number of reasons â yet here he is, still in attempts to rekindle in lost times, desperate for the affection he hasnât received but every woman under the surface of the planet had been given. though these girls arenât people whoâs watched louis grow, thrive & ease his way into a bold confidence like harry has; hell, harryâs been there to witness beyond everything with louis & maybe heâs a little bit on the jealous side he isnât able to grasp louisâ attention as much as he really wants to. so many what ifs surpassed harryâs mind for agesâ including right this second as his hand tightens the cold glass stuck in between his fingertips. â to be proper fair with you i havenât done much, just been out and about hanging around. havenât really bothered to do anything. wanna just chill for a bit yâknow ?? â he replies while the alcohol meets his full lips once again, eyes staying locked to louisâ as he sips slow & enjoys the smoothness that rolls down his throat & he almost stops breathing just at the connection of louisâ bright optics on his ownâ god louis is so mesmerizing, or so harry thinks anyways; he always has.Â
â louis itâs not troubling. i donât mind. quite always like to make sure youâre well taken care of. drinks and all that stuff. so donât you worry your pretty little face, yeah. â harry replies simply, sliding his card over only to place his drink down right next to his hand thatâs pressed against the bar. green eyes settle onto the smaller boy before harryâs hand reaches to settle on louisâ side, pulling him in ever so absentmindedly. he prays this isnât too much but if he earns a slap on the face he wouldnât be surprised in that sense either. â well my charming persona never seems to frighten you off, if weâre entirely honest here. â harryâs hand slips to the small of louisâ back, thumb rubbing along the clothed skin before using his free hand to grab his drink once again. â know me better than anyone iâd think, oddly enough no one ever seems to know all that much, except for you.  â the younger of the pair manages to break into a small giggle, the drink making its way to his mouth as he sips full & hums in his own content.
the combination of an alcoholic beverage and a specific tall, curly haired, skinny boy should never be a thing, yet there louis was, a drink in his small hand and sparkles forming in his eyes with each passing minute as his gaze stayed on the man beside him. louis knew he probably shouldnât have been drinking with harry around. see, louis was a bit of a . . . touchy drunk. he was loud, affectionate, and all the things he didnât need to be around harry. still, louis brought the cold glass up to his lips, taking a long sip. the alcohol running throughout his veins caused his breathing to slow as his face became flushed, full of life and everything harry. though louis would never admit, louis made sure to memorize every facial feature of the other boyâsâ¤every line that was present on his face, just in case this were to be the last time louis got to see him, at least for a while. â ah, so youâve been a little lazy bum then, havenât you, harold? â the older male questioned, cocking an eyebrow to then take another sip of his drink. â you know, i pictured your time being spent posing on the covers of front magazines with girls draping over you, â louis continued, the taste of bitterness on his tongue forming just slightly. and, it was true, females loved harry styles. but what was there not to like ? louis could understand the harry styles hype, really, for louis had similar feelings for the popular boy. louis wanted to grab harry, hold onto him and scream for everyone else to go away because harry was for louis. but, he couldnât. because harry wasnât his.
the feeling of a warm, yet gentle hand on louisâ side was so alarming to louis, he nearly jumped at the touch. glancing down at the hand, louis made the connection that it was harryâs. this was harryâs hand on louisâ hip, the hand that was pulling him toward the other boy. stumbling closer to harry as one of louisâ hands falls down onto harryâs upper arm, resting it there as his other hand was occupied holding onto the drink, louis glanced between harryâs pink, full lips and his green eyes. the action was so small and quick that louis was questioning whether it even happened, and louis had managed to have gone speechless for a few minutes, his eyes concentrated on the boy so close to him. harry, the man louis has thought about every single day for the past however many years, was making making physical contact after years of nothing. finally managing to speak, louis replied with â you canât frighten me off, harry styles. at least not anymore. â and louis was hoping harry didnât think too much into what harry said, but before giving harry enough time to think it through, louis spoke again. âof course i know all there is to know about you.  yanno, i was listening every time you told me things, back in the day. surprisingly, im an excellent listener.â louis had to control himself to not let his lips fall in a small pout as harryâs hand left louisâ body, so instead louis gently ran his fingers across harryâs upper arm. â i . . . missed you, a lot. â
okhcrry.
harryâs sloshing his drink around in his small glass while green eyes stay fixated on louisâ fac. it all seems as if it were just years ago & they were out having a drink, something theyâd done a few times now & again but this time it was just awkward, which harry hated. heâs already unbelievably tall, lanky & awkward so adding more tension to it all is just so much for him to think about. oddly enough heâs not thinking about that ?? heâs just thinking about how long heâd spent missing louis, then got over it only for the same old feelings to just flutter its way back into the deepest pits of his chest, or so it feels that way anyways. harryâs hand reaches to push back his hair while scrunching up his nose to the response louis had; it figures heâs been busy while harryâs been counting the damn stars like some sort of hobby. â that sounds really good lou, mâvery happy to hear things are going very well for you. â the younger of the pair replies with an honest smile & he ever so carefully wants to reach over to place a hand on louisâ hip, but thatâs way too much even for him; he might just get flicked in the forehead for that one. one more sip follows his notions while shifting on the other side of his boots.Â
his facial features simply ease once louis accepts his offer for a drink, dimples indenting his cheeks full on before heâs stepping aside to let louis go ahead of him, absentmindedly placing his hand onto louisâ back but retorting it once theyâre over to the bar. his heart jumps brief but god itâs disgusting that all these old sentiments are coming back just when heâd gotten the hell over louis but here harry is, staring; no, gazing towards the elder because heâs just something to ( sit & admire what heâs like ) so harry absolutely takes advantage to drink louis in with just his eyes. in an instance harryâs mind wanders to old times & he knows it shouldnât but between louis being so close, breathing him in & just merely that is enough to drive harry wild. â suppose get whatever you want and iâll pay for it, my treat. as a congrats on your movies nâ stuff. and well, seeing you of course. â harry flashes a cheeky smile before heâs ordering himself a stronger drink, large fingers wrapping around the glass only to ease the drink over in front of him. â no need for treatinâ yourself when i can treat you. â the younger hums, licking slow over his lips as his amused gaze locks back to louis.
with each passing minute, the tension from the presence of the other boy passed with ease. louis started to be able to breathe easier, his once shallow breaths having turned into slow, soft puffs of air. it was still all overwhelming, of course--harry was just so kind, so, so kind and louis had done nothing to deserve anything but harsh words and scowls. yet, louis received the opposite. he received soft gazes and a warm, honey-like voice, he got the normal harry treatment he was used to back when the band was together, back when everything was right. âand how have you been doing, harry ? it seemâs like youâve dropped off the grid, havenât you? the news headlines have been pretty quiet about you,â louis commented, cocking an eyebrow in harryâs direction. and it was true. to louis, harry was capable of everything and anything. harry could be anything he wanted to be, and louis would support him through it, yet no news was released about any of harryâs upcoming projects ( and louis checked the news constantly for just something ). hell, harry was just so full of life and love and all things nice, and as louisâ blue eyes were locked on harryâs features, he wondered to himself how he could ever let someone so amazing go. but, in the back of his mind, he knew why he did it, yet with the long haired, pink lipped and green eyed boy sitting in front of louis, the older boy realized the time apart wasnât worth. louis trying to protect himself, to protect his heart, wasnât worth it. nothing was worth giving up this.
after ordering his drink, telling the bartender which drink he would like, louis turns his body toward harry more, his hip leaning against the bar counter as his body is shifted in the direction of the taller man. â thank you for doing this. itâs definitely not necessary, not after . . . everything. but i appreciate it. â as soon as louisâ drink had arrived, his small hands grabbed onto the glass, bringing the alcoholic drink up to his lips and taking a not-so-tiny sip. â ah, â louis started, a bigger smile forming on his lips, setting the glass down onto the table. âyouâve always been a charmer, havenât you? well just know that i havenât lost sight of your ways. i know how you work, harry styles.â he finished, running his tongue over his lips quickly as the skin by his eyes started to crinkle, the small boy not able to hide the grin overtaking his features.
harry hums softly as he goes to part being careful to reach out in case louis needed stabilization, big hands are ready to reach out for the smaller boy in front of him & in the back of harryâs mind maybe he wants to shake louis for avoiding him; itâs insane that they went from such a close connection to practically strangersâ as if the past five, even six years of their band never mattered to him. damn how time flies & how people change, harry thinks but he keeps his fond demeanor spread across porcelain features, nose crinkling up as he parts away from the embrace with ease. â quite a bit of time, wished it wasnât but, suppose you had your reasons for it, so i wonât debate it. â harry replies with a single glance downward & he feels louisâ bright eyes locked to him; hell they havenât left his body since but thinking of bodyâs harry canât seem to keep his eyes from traveling over louisâ. one thing harry never failed to adore was louisâ body; just one of many things heâd been morally obsessed with even at sixteen â louis was attractive, hell, more than that even he was almost god sent. stubble coating his well prominent cheekbones & it drives harry mad on how many years heâd missed that brushing against his thighs at late hours. god does his mind scream to just come back to where they left off but hell, for as far as harryâs concerned heâs well aware louis is probably someone elseâs; heâs with a new woman almost daily & maybe harryâs jealous ( scratch that, heâs absolutely jealous ) but he can never verbally admit so.Â
as heâs hit back to reality once more, harry darts his tongue out to lick briefly over his lips while another lift of his hand to sip his drink motions. â can i buy you a drink, if you um, donât have one already ?? â harry inquires, his nerves kicking full force as he feels his fingertips nearly start to sweat, almost losing his drink just then right onto the floor. â donât have to if itâs too weird, figured itâd be nice to catch up if you wanted. â he continues with a shrug, nearly downing the rest of his own drink so he can attempt to loosen on up ( praying this tension leaves as quick as possible ).Â
there have been a few events in history that made louis' Top Awkward Moments list, and this one surely might have taken number one. louis felt the tension, he would be idiotic if he tried to ignore it--it was, too say the least, overwhelming. between stares and slightly parted lips, their locked eyes said a million words that their mouths refused to. louis wondered to himself is harry hated him, but the other mans kind gestures and soft words said otherwise. but then again, harry was like this with even the people he hated the most. the curly haired ( well, not very curly anymore ) boy had the largest heart in the world, and sometimes louis wondered how it managed to even stay put inside of harryâs chest. â i.. um, yeah. been busy, you know? with like, my movies and all. â the pathetic excuse slipped out of louis' pink lips without an even second thought--his mind having put together any excuse it could that sounded at least half assed. louis knew harry was smart enough to believe that wasn't true, but he didn't think either of them were going to protest it. with a small, shaky hand, louis ran his delicate fingers over his fringe--a coping mechanism when in a state of stress.
it was clear to louis that harry wasnât sure what to say, but the older man took appreciation of his efforts when he offered louis a drink. with a small smile forming itself on louisâ lips at the offer, causing the skin to crinkle just a bit by his nose, he nodded his head yes, then feeling comfortable enough to step closer to harry, practically making his place right next to harry at the bar. âyeah, iâd love a drink, actually. i just got here, you know, and i was heading over here to order one me self. jusâ a long day on set, felt like i should treat myself,â louis spoke, a bit more stability and comfortability flowing out of his voice. it was intoxicating like that, almost, with being so close to harry, and louis was pretty sure he could feel tipsy off the mixture of harryâs cologne and light breaths. even in such a crowded, sweat-filled place, louis got a hint of harryâs signature scent, the nostalgia and sense of home, making louis feel warm.
youâre really cute and its ruining my life because i think about kissing you all the time
       so maybe harryâs getting a little bit of cabin fever by sitting inside for the entire day but heâs not going to stay inside this evening â heâs harry styles for fuck sake, staying inside when he could be out & about with the top a-listers is something he lives & breathes. itâs been years since heâd really been bombarded with cameras & consistent requests for autographs, easily itâs slowed down throughout the time after one directionâ he misses it even. he misses the sole fact that he could catch anyone he truly fucking wanted to; he missed being interviewed, not to sound absolutely mental but he misses landing down in los angeles only to rush through large crowds screaming for him. it hasnât stopped entirely, but like harry always has known heâs simply hid himself away for as long as he can. he still looks the same; well a little different considering heâd chopped off his signature curls years ago for a film, theyâd grown back for the most part so heâs more than certain he can just go out without worrying who he needs to please ( other than his damn self thatâs for sure ). itâs relatively on the later side but harryâs gotten the effort to get off the phone with his mother & change into something for his own liking.
       the curly haired male simple reaches to tangle long fingertips through his hair, tugging it from his eyesight while emerald optics explore right over his tall frame. heâs well satisfied with the way he looksâ casual, comfortable but still well presenting anyways. fingertips tap, tap, tap away at the glass of his cellular device for his ride which oddly enough comes quick enough for him. after a brief travel to the club heâd been mentioned about just hours before harryâs walking in ( no question about his appearance obviously ) & the flashing cameras nearly make him alive again. a cheeky smile falters over his expression while heâs ordering a drink & the second he turns the opposite way his world nearly stops ( just like it had a few years back ) â louis tomlinson. someone heâd been ever so fond of for such a long time & someone he also had to drink his heart out to get over too. swallowing thick as he catches all too mesmerizing cerulean eyes lock to his, he nearly shifts in his stance while his drink meets full lips, dropping once he hears that yorkshire accent push through lips heâd dreamed of his own being against. snapping from his momentary daze he breaks into a smile ( one as if heâs actually okay with this conversation ) only to lean in and give a risky hug to louis. â hi louis, been awhile. long time, good to see you. â harry replies, speaking slow & thick while his own accent rolls off of his tongue like honey almost â itâs insane how years of rushing around seem to slow down right as heâs met with louis once again.
itâs hard to hear anything over the loud, upbeat music filling louisâ eardrums, and his heartbeat pulsating in his tightened chest. it also felt hard to breathe ( hard to do anything ) like this, so close to someone louis has spent eighteen months avoiding, and he kept taking shallow breaths between parted lips as his eyes refused to glance away from the face heâs missed. and louis didnât quote know what to expect, really, but a hug from someone who was practically a stranger then didnât seem like a plausible outcome. yet harryâs arms still wrapped around louisâ small frame, causing the older maleâs body to almost go limp in harryâs arms, louis leaning against him slightly. once the hug was over, louis stiffened his body once again, and took a small step away from harry. though the hug just ended, louis was tempted to lean back in and latch himself onto the taller boy. he wanted to rest his head against the chest he was so used to falling asleep on, and he wanted to feel the rising and falling of it as harry took each breath. but instead, louis decided that stepping away was the safest thing for the two of them.
the air felt thick between them, air that was filled with unheard voicemails and unopened texts, air that held unspoken apologies and memories, air that louis didnât want to breathe. louisâ mouth felt a bit dry as he tried to grasp onto some words to say, but all his mind could come up with are âi miss youâ and âiâm sorryâ, but louis would be damned if he let those words come out of his mouth, not there, not ever. finally, louis managed to choke out something to say, the words managing to roll off his tongue, â um, yeah. been a while, hasnât it ? â
      louisâ day had been spent on set, running over lines and working on scenes for his newest movie. it was filled with frustrated sighs, several spilled cups of coffee ( mainly his, oops ) and yawns coming from every worker on the filming set. as the day came close to an end, louis decided his friday night plans were to go home, kick his feet up on the couch as he munched on chips and watched footie on the TV. But once the day was done, louis came to the agreement with himself that he may need a drink, maybe two. after stopping at his home to change into some night time clothes--which were his typical black jeans, black shirt combination--louis found himself in the back of his driverâs car, head leaning back against the seat as he waited to arrive to the club.
      soon enough, the car drove up in front of the club, and louis stepped out onto the pavement, making his way to the entrance. a benefit of being famous is getting to skip the line, so louis was able to get past all the people waiting as he made his way inside the club, loud music filling his ears and making his pulse quicken. the club was packed--of course it was, being a friday night--and louisâ body was already starting to get a bit sweaty as he pushed through bodies, trying to make his way toward the bar. as louis got closer, his eyes came across a very familiar face. it was... well, it was harry. it was harry styles, someone heâs been avoiding for the past year and a half since the band split. it was the man louis had repressed feelings for, for the past countless years of his life. and the only thing louisâ body could do was approach him, no matter how many times his heart was screaming âno!â, louisâ short legs walked right up to harry, louisâ blue eyes concentrated on the other manâs face. the second louis approached him, he wished to have turned back, but he knew it was too late. â h-harry? um. hi. â
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