#chaptered short

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"Personally," Harry goes on, and Louis can hear the way his voice wavers a little even if no one else can, "I think it's a little unconventional but there's nothing strictly wrong with it. Society's always putting limits on this kind of thing but there's no real reason for it in my opinion."

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Matt is fairly certain that this isn’t going to end well, but at least if he sees it through then Louis can’t spend another week telling him that he’s a loser masquerading as a semi-famous DJ.

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Liam smiled at him, shrugging easily. “I’m not an intervention,” he replied. “Or would you like me to be?”

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Zain nods in a way that he probably thinks looks sympathetic, patting Liam’s shoulder again. “How is this your life,” he says solemnly.

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Harry's just finished his first year of uni on his way to becoming Dr. Harry Styles, Neurosurgeon. He's young, he has endless potential, three amazing best mates, a new love and the world at his fingertips. The fact that his new boyfriend may or may not be a sex-worker, of course, throws a wrench into the works. But it's not true. Really.

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Louis can feel the morning stiffness fade away as the excitement in his gut starts to get him wild and rowdy, this short trip up to Leeds Fest reminding him that it can't possibly get better than this: a bottle of vodka in his bag, a boy by his side, a tent over his shoulders, and the promise of a truly glorious disaster he has been craving for months.

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Nick makes Harry a mix tape, falls in love with him, and has a nervous breakdown (not necessarily in that order).

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harry is a prostitute. louis is fucked-up and closeted.