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











