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āHarry-ā He takes a deep breath again. Like heās prepping himself for battle.
āI know you must hate me. I would hate me too. But can I please come in.ā Itās not really a question.
Harry blinks.
āPlease, Harry.ā He whispers. He looks down at his feet. Canāt risk looking at Harryās face if Harry rejects him.
Harry steps away from the door, signaling that he can come in. He doesnāt say anything, just turns around and leads him into his bedroom. Figures if Mitch and Sarah come home, heās not going to want to have them around his Ome-
Louis. Just Louis.










