Jun 16, 2019
don't make me fall in love again -- sapphirestylan
Harry’s face is close, close enough that he can smell the peppermint tea on his breath, eyes crinkled up with laughter lines and how hard he’s smiling. Niall’s eyes drop to his teeth, the two front ones slightly bigger than the rest, and his face is so familiar it makes him feel warm all over even though his jumper is rucked up and there’s snow stinging cold on the strip of bare skin there. If he closes his eyes, forgets the cold, they could be 18 and wrestling on the floor of the tour bus, or 22, fumbling about on a hotel bed and laughing their way through sex. 25, now, sinking into the snow.
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