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I don’t want to fall in love I mutter I remember the way you smiled Lopsided and endearing I don’t want to fall in love I say as you dominate my thoughts The warmth of your hands as you shook mine. I don’t want to fall in love I say as I regret not hugging you I want to be myself I miss you though

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Because @parrotiny wanted a Freddie and Harry fic and I am weak!

The moment that  he caught sight of Freddie couldn't help but laugh. His curly hair, lopsided smile  and silly colored shirts didn't fit there at all. He stopped to ask a trainer and Freddie couldn't help but be smug, knowing that that silly boy is looking for him.

Freddie went back to finish his routine, but he can feel it the moment Harry saw him. He saw the kid jumped towards the ring, lanky leg almost giving out on him. He almost want to punch him, to take away that silly smile on his face that just made him want to hurt him until he can't smile anymore.

"Hey."

He can't believe himself when he asked him to box with him. Telling himself that he just wanted to prove to the brat how good he is at boxing.

Turning around, he found Harry resting his head on his arms, waiting for him to be acknowledge and wearing the same smile he wore while recording the episode. If Freddie was younger he'd doubt if the brat was preening, but he was back then and he is preening now.

"Hey!" Harry's smiling at him. "I'm here!"

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. "Obviously." He gestured for him to come up, half expecting him to stumble on his way up.

"You look really sexy today." He says, landing a soft punch on Freddie's arm.

Freddie pauses for a second and laughs so hard that he almost chokes on his own spit.

"No room for subtlety eh?"

"What I can't compliment a good looking bloke now?" Harry asked, shrugging at him.

They somehow managed to go through every equipment, Freddie showing Harry how to use them. They boy was surprisingly good with his left hook, he, however, was really clumsy and uncoordinated.

Freddie's hair keeps on raising because of the looks that the kid gives him. He looks around, finding that there are only a few people left, it's a Monday after all, most people are busy at their office jobs.

Harry kept on glancing on the clock and shyly asked to shower when it's almost three. Freddie waved him off, a tad bit disappointed if he was being honest with himself.

Freddie made his way to the showers himself, suddenly out of energy to continue his workout. He didn't expect to find Harry there just as he was removing the final piece of his clothing, looking at him intently, a skimpy towel hanging on his waist, and fist clenched.

"What do I have to do for you to fuck me right now?"

Almost as if the question was magic button, Freddie was caging Harry's body, holding his shoulders and pushing him to the wall. He released an 'omph' sound when he hit the wall, Freddie may have been a little rough but he's way past caring. There was a moment of silence where Freddie can only look at Harry and his mind screaming of want.

Harry was the first to move capturing his lips on a heated kiss. Freddie took charge though, exploring Harry's mouth, tasting the sweet aftertaste on his tongue. Freddie grabbed a handful of hair and pulled, Harry released a wanton moan, something beyond pain and way too turned on.

"I'm in charge here." Harry couldn't help but smile and nod at him.

"Whatever you want Daddy." He said licking his lips before biting it between his teeth. He was pushing something on his hands and Freddie found a packet of lube and condom. Harry giggled before muttering. "Must always be safe."

Quickly opening the condom on, Harry took it back and knelt in front of him. He grabbed his cock and gave it a few kitten licks, not breaking eye contact with Freddie, before slipping the condom on it. Freddie's mind was going haywire. He grabbed Harry on his butt, grip firm and strong. Harry may have gotten the idea because he braced himself and wrapped his arms around his neck. Freddie hauled Harry up,

"Such a minx." He whispered on his ear, and captured his lips on a heated kiss again.

"Wanted. You. The. Moment. I. Saw. You." Harry moaned in between breaths.

He struggled to open the packet of lube, but Harry wrapped his legs around his waist and he maneuvered him towards the wall before letting go. He emptied the packet on his hands, slathering a generous amount on his fingers. He settled an around Harry's slim waist and he can feel the kid bracing himself.

Harry moaned so loud when he inserted a finger in him. It was followed by another, if not equally as loud when he massaged the second and then third finger in. Huffing, Freddie captured Harry's mouth in another kissed, before telling him to be quiet.

He got a rolling of eyes as an answered but Harry settled on burying his face in between Freddie's neck and shoulders. Freddie took the time fingering Harry, relishing on the soft whimpers and warm breaths whenever he moves.

He swears that he feels Harry pouting on his neck as he's begging him not to tease and just do it. He doesn't know which of them wants it more, because Harry's heat is just so inviting and he's just so weak. Freddie gave in and slid a couple of inches in.

Harry was sucking on his neck, trying to muffle a moan. He settles both of his hands, gripping hard on Harry's weight, thrusting in and out while trying to lift Harry up and letting gravity pull him down to meet him halfway.

"So beautiful. You're made for this kid, made to take cock."

"Yeah. A slut for you Daddy."

The moment it came out Harry's lips, Freddie just dicked him harder, faster. Harry can almost swear he's seeing stars behind his closed eyelids. Changing the angle of his thrust, Freddie hit something inside Harry that made him throw his head back, he whimpered when he hit the wall. Freddie wrapped his right arm around Harry's waist before touching the back of Harry head, petting it. He went ahead and gave Harry a suck on the same spot where he abused his neck.

Harry settled on hiding his face on his neck again, placing soft kisses every now and then.

"Can you do it? Can you come just from my cock?"

Freddie asked, pulling on his hair. Harry was nodding and grinding against him, he was coming a few thrust later, Freddie, loving the way his muscles contract around him through his orgasm, following shortly.

It was nothing but heavy breathing for a few moments but Harry slowly removed his legs around his waist. Freddie pulled him into another kiss before letting him go. They showered together and if Freddie bent Harry over and fucked him a second time around while the shower's still on, no one had to know.

Harry pecked him when he got dressed and refused his offer to go out for tea.

"My ride's impatient, and he won't hesitate to leave me." He smiles, Freddie's growing to love that teasing look of his.

"Invite me over again will yah? Maybe you can find out if I'm good with my mouth as well."

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bgayb prompted this way way back! I’m sorry if you’ve forgotten about this Avah! I’m slow as fuck.

Anyway. Gemma is at Uni and she rooms with Melissa and Perrie, they’re friends with the boys while Harry is visiting Gemma. Harry is very shy and has a massive crush on Louis. :D

Oh Prompt me please and send me an ask! I do Bottom Harry and Harry Centric prompts. 

I have tons to do on my to write list. But I will write all of them before I die! Mark my words.

It’s been a while and Gemma couldn’t convince her brother to come out of her room. He embarrassed himself when he wandered off from her room, still half asleep and half naked, bumping into Louis.

“Must be that time of where I dream of Gems’ fit mate again.” He mumbled to himself, only to jolt once he heard Liam and Niall’s amused chuckles.

Harry could only look at them, bright green eyes, wide and caught of guard. It wasn’t until Perrie offered him breakfast that he bolted upstairs to Gemma’s room locking it entirely.

Gemma knocked and tried to tease him out for breakfast, but decided to leave him alone. “He’ll come out when he’s hungry.” She said to a concerned looking Louis and guilty looking Liam.

It was well past lunch time and Gemma still hasn’t heard nor seen her brother. She stomped towards her bedroom, annoyed, she’s supposed to be having fun, and they can’t have that with him being childish. She agreed that he can only come over if he behaves and acts like an adult.

“Harry! Stop being a twat and get over, come out and don’t starve yourself.”

She banged the door a couple of times, stopping for a moment when she thinks she heard a sniffle. She bit her lips and head down again, feeling guiltier than ever. Harry has always been shy and sensitive, he may not come out until the boys left, but she couldn’t exactly kick them out.

She almost bumped Louis on her way, he was carrying a plate filled with food on one hand and bottle of coke on the other. He smiled at her and gestured towards the locked door.

“Can I try?”

Gemma shrugged and decided to go downstairs, knowing that he would not be able to coax his brother out, unless he really wants to go out.

Gemma has been laughing at the picture of Liam that Sophia showed her, noting that it’s been almost an hour since Louis went upstairs to get Harry. She was in the middle of deciding weather to go and get Louis or not when she heard a hesitant cough at the stairs.

Harry was standing at the end of the stairs, Louis right beside him, an arm wrapped around his shoulders. He was about to say something but Niall beat him with a “Hey Harry you feeling better?”

Harry looked at Gemma and then at Louis, who’s smiling back at him, and gave a nod.

“Come and join us then, Sophia’s showing us some of Liam’s baby pictures.”

Smiling towards them, Harry hurried to Sophia’s back, right beside Niall. Amazed, Gemma looked at Louis, about to ask what kind of magic he did. Louis only shrugged at her questioning looks.

Gemma kept a close eye on his brother the rest of the day, noticing how he and Louis gravitated towards each other. Looking at each a few seconds too long and caressing each other a little longer than what would be appropriate.

An almost permanent blush painted her brother’s face everytime Louis puts his arms around him. It wasn’t until she caught him smiling a little too fond at his brother that he smacked his shoulders.

“Twat! That’s my kid brother.”

“Who’s going to the same uni next year! coughAndiswaytoohotforhisowngoodcough.” She narrowed her eyes at him as he mumble the last parts, which he only returned with a laugh.

The rest of the day went as their any off days would. People disappeared one by one until it was only Niall, Louis and Melissa staying over. Sharing stories over cold beer. Perrie went to send Zayn and Liam away, promising to be back before Gemma’s imposed ‘curfew’. Harry was tucked under Louis, already dozing off.

It’s hour past midnight and everyone is collapsed on whatever surface they chose to sleep on. Gemma groan, cursing about having a small bladder.

She would have missed it, the hallways are dark afterall, but she knew the giggle anywhere.

It was then she saw Harry with just his boxers on, grinding on Louis’ lap. The two of them snogging like there’s no tomorrow.

Panicked and traumatized at the same time, she can only slam the door. Hoping that’s enough to give the two of them blue balls. NO ONE should see their kid brother be as minxed as Harry.

Everyone else left after breakfast, going about their usual business. Louis stayed, however, looking lost for words. Gemma would have laughed because LOUIS TOMLINSON CANNOT FIND THE WORDS TO SAY? She didn’t think that day would ever come.

“Okay Gems. I may have been irresponsible last night and may have had too much to drink and I may have let Harry drink his fair share… Buuut. I really like your brother and…”

“Gods above Tomlinson! You don’t need my permission, I’m not his mom. BUT don’t let me walk on you two again.”

[harlequinharry]

Hi I was just wondering if you could do a zianourry harry centric where the other boys have "girlfriends" and management is making them spend time with them instead of with harry and he gets sad and depressed and shuts himself away from them and then at one of their concerts they sing they don't know about us to harry then they come out and harry is getting hate from fans and management and the boys defend him and yea fluff please? Thanks I love your stories!!!!!! Sry 4 bugging u again

Warnings: Depression, not a proper way to handle depression, jesus I’m like the least qualified person to say so but I know it’s not the way you handle it, the most unrealistic depiction of catatonia in a fanfiction, demonizing the management :P sorry

BABY! I’m so sorry I’m late I couldn’t post what I’ve written. Tumblr hates me so much right. I’m getting all of your prompts and I’m deff writing them. I’ll post them when I can again.

Theair-conditioning is too cold but the lone figure at the bed remainedcurled on himself, exhausted. Niall left hours ago and none of theother boys are set to come back anytime soon, all out fulfillingresponsibilities with their respective ‘girlfriends’. Harry sobbedfreely, knowing that no one can hear him.

He’s been leftalone at home after having an earlier panic attack, something he leftbehind a long time ago, or so he thought. A few days ago he wentthrough a horrible experience of being stalked all day by a group offans that agitated him so much. Ironically, his trigger had been thesitting on a familiar meeting room and some endless monotonous speechwith a lot of numbers flying over their heads.

He broke down ontheir way home, breathing uneven and uncontrollable for a long time.Preston stopped the car and called Louis but advised him againstgoing to him, putting him on loud speaker instead.

It took a while tocalm his nerves down, Preston was almost too scared, ready to drivehim to the hospital if it lasted a few seconds longer.

All the boys werewaiting for him when he arrived, practically carrying him from thecar seat to the bed. They all but tied him up at the bed, forbiddinghim to go through any activities today.

He protested for along time, he had a flight, he had a supposed date, supposedouting and so much more. But noone would let him budge at all.

Inthe end what Harry feared happened instead, the other four werewhisked away for publicity stunts, to make up for Harry’slack of professionalism. Whilethey would all gladly take some burden off of his shoulders, the actmade Harry feel even guiltier.

Now he’s here,lying on the bed, without any will to move at all. There’s a bonedeep exhaustion buried deep inside him that he can never shake off.

He’d been hoistedand paraded from one place to another. Countless cameras flashing onhis face, nameless people screaming degrading questions at him.Spending precious time off with ‘friends’ who could care less abouthim, when he’d rather spend time with the four boys who love him themost.

But Harry doesn’tever say no.

He can’t say no.

Sobs took over hisbreathing, finding it more and more difficult to take in air.

Do you wantZayn to do all the promotion Harry? You know much he hates crowds.

You want theboys to work twice as hard? When that can be avoided by a singlerumor on your side.

Poor Niall justgot out of surgery. Are you sure you want him to do all the work.

Louis familymust miss him, his siblings and mom must miss him. Doing this promowill give him a lot of time off, after walking with Eleanor ofcourse.

You know peoplealways misinterprets Liam, you want to put him out there?

He doesn’t.

He doesn’t want the boys doing any of it. Pretending to have agirlfriend is hard enough, he should know. He couldn’t even do it.

Stupid boy!Can’t you do anything right? HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO PRETEND TODATE A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN?

Do you want tolet the guys down? They’re all doing their parts. How hard is it toride on a separate plane?

He hated how alone he felt. Asking and berating himself on whycouldn’t he just grin and bear it. Hating the fact that they’d cometo a point where the other boys had to put their foot down for him.

He cried his eyes wet, remembering each lies and reprimand hereceived. Sadly, he believed each one of them.

That was how Zayn found him, as cold as death with dried tear streaksface.

***

Liam couldn’t shake off the nervous feeling at the back of histhroat. It’s been there ever since Louis left to go out with Eleanorand steadily increased until each of the boys had to leave thesleeping Harry.

The day with Sofia went well, he kissed her cheeks goodbye and drovehome as fast as possible. Zayn should be home by now. Niall will beback in a few hours, while Louis isn’t schedule to come back untiltomorrow.

He sighed, not liking that they all had to leave Harry behind. Butthey couldn’t really let him go, not at the state he was in, nomatter how much he insisted. He hurried at the familiar hallwaymechanically, the silence making his skin crawl. Opening the door totheir room and Zayn cradling a sleeping Harry was what greeted him.

“Liam!” The other exclaimed, voice filled with urgency. “Ican’t get him to wake up. He won’t move at all Liam.” Zayn said,voice breathy and unstable.

“I thought he was sleeping. He won’t wake up. Liam, please.” Liamdidn’t realize he was just standing there, staring until Zayn beggedhim to move.

He felt bile rising at his throat when he got a better look. Harrywas pale, eyes opened and unfocused.

Liam gathered Harry to his arms, looking at Zayn as he said:“Hospital?”

The other can only nod before running outside.

***

Zayn drove the car, knowing the discreet hospital by heart. Liam hadHarry cradled on his lap, one hand tangled on Harry’s hair whiletalking to someone on the phone.

“Gave Louis a proper heart attack. He’s on his way.”

Zayn nodded, not knowing if Liam saw it or not.

“Still can’t get a hold of Niall though.”

Zayn bit his lip, tasting the copper on his mouth as he heard Liambegged Harry to tell them what’s wrong.

***

The doctor at the E.R. was nice and accommodating. She gave them alook, surprised and clearly aware of who they are, before taking inLiam who’s still carrying Harry. A nursed ushered him and tried totake Harry but he refused.

A few hazy minutes after handing the still dazed Harry, the doctorapproached them.

“It doesn’t seem any form of substance abuse, all his vitals arenormal while his heartbeat is borderline slow, it’s still normal.”She explained.

“He had a panic attack earlier. He had a history of asthma and wewere used to dealing with it. He was calm for a few hours, beforeeveryone had to leave.” Zayn explained.

Liam bit clenched his fists. He knows they weren’t supposed to dothat, but it had to be them or Harry. And Harry was in no conditionto walk into hundreds of cameras, with different screaming faces andholding another aspiring model’s hands.

“Is it possible that he had another panic attack without anyone?”

The doctor nodded.

“Could be. But does Mr. Styles have any history on depression?”

The two didn’t reply and she took it as her cue to continue.

“It’s hard to miss sometimes. Even some of the patients are notaware they have it. And given the nature of your business, I’mguessing that Mr. Styles is under a lot of stress.” She went to herdesk to take a pen and paper. “From his symptoms, I think yourfriend is catatonic. He currently has no control over his motorskills, it’s like he’s in constant state of stupor.” She handed apaper to Liam. “I’m not qualified to diagnose, but if he’s beenincredibly stressed, or isolated lately that may have caused it. Youcan head to our resident psychiatrist for a better diagnosis.”

***

Zayn was pushing Harry’s wheelchair, Liam was following closelybehind them. Zayn had to insist to be able to push Harry’s wheelchairinstead of the nurse. He didn’t really want to cause any scene buthe’s really unable to let anyone else take care of Harry right now.

Making a scene is how exactly they found Louis on their way to theother side of the building. He caught sight of them, giving a quickglance to Harry before rushing to give him a hug. He attempted topick Harry up from the chair before being stopped by the stern nursetrailing them.

While waiting outside the room, Louis asked one question afteranother, clearly anxious. Zayn and Liam can only shrug or nod at eachone thrown at them. They grew more and more nervous at each questionthey can’t answer, and Louis grew more and more frustrated at them.

Louis visibly tried to calm himself.

“I called Niall earlier, he’s in no state to drive and I asked hisguard to drive him home instead.”

***

Talking to the doctor didn’t really help. The three automaticallyprotested at the first mention of Electroconclusive Therapy. It wasunanimous that Harry would have therapy at home instead. The doctoralmost didn’t approve but Louis pulled the “secret husband card”,with certificates and marriage liscense.

They went home and briefed a panicked Niall to the situation. No onehad the heart nor will to leave after that.

***

What happened after wasn’t pretty at all, shows were canceled, noone’s willing to perform while Harry’s mute and unresponsive. Themanagement was not happy, delivering papers and threatening lawsuitsat their disappearance.

With some advice and a counter lawsuit, they were left to recover atpeace.

All of them refused any sort of interview and the radio silence wasdriving everyone mad. The media was relentless and unforgiving,stories of slander and lies printed on tabloids.

Apparently someone spotted them leaving the hospital and rumors ofdrug abuse among other things were all around.

Louis was livid, tempted to answer each and everyone of the lies, butknowing that peace would be so much better.

***

Niall was lying next to Harry when he first resurfaced, he’d beenhovering at him, extremely guilty for not being there the night theyfound him.

Harry called Niall’s name, the other almost thought he was dreaming.They hugged each other and cried their hearts out.

Harry’s recovery was fast and sudden, almost like his plunge. Almosteveryone was fussing towards him. The boys developed a system that atleast one of them would need to spend time with them.

***

The two parties agreed to finishing the remaining contract butletting some of the unfair clauses go.

So the first night of their resumed tour, the piano of They Don’tKnow about us was played. Harry looking at each of the four boys,surprised but a very fond look on his face.

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Hi I was wondering if you could do a zianourry harry centric where they each do a scene from night changes and harry comes home from his scene(he & the boys live together b/c their bfs) & he forgets 2 take off his props and he walk in w/ a sling on him arm & the boys freak out but he tells them he's alright & also tells them a secret he has been keeping for like a month that he's pregnant & yea just fluff please thanks 😁😁😁😁

My First zianourry and I can’t wait to write more!

I hope you like this babe! :)

Harry was almost dead on his feet, feeling really exhausted from endless touring and responsibilities. He’s just glad that the evening of falling over and tripping on ice is done. Resting a hand on his stomach, he couldn’t help but smile. He has a little secret, something that the boys will find out tonight.

He was apprehensive at his stunts at first, worried about his extra passenger. With a little convincing from Ben, more bundling up from Caroline and drinking an extra glass or two of milk before shooting made him more confident. He ended up having a lot of fun, although often times he would space out, missing his boyfriends.

He didn’t count on being so exhausted after the shoot though. He thanked the driver as soon as they stopped. Fumbling to unlock their door and ready to collapse at the floor as soon as he close the door behind him. Mind already asleep.

He was surprised to hear a really loud “HAZZA!?” from Louis.

He furrowed his brows, Louis is usually enthusiastic whenever he goes home, but why does Louis sound so worried. Before he knows what’s happening he was led by Liam to the couch, Louis hovering behind, towards a worried Zayn and Niall.

Harry heard Louis say more curses than he can count. He could see Niall looking at him intently, worry on his face multiplied. Liam was also petting his hair and fussing. It wasn’t until Zayn tugged on his arm gently and cooed at him.

“What happened?”

Zayn kissed his hand and that was he noticed that he was still wearing his cast and the sling was loosely tied on his arms. He was jolted awake by embarrassment, face red in an instant. Zayn let his arm go and he tried to cover his face, but hit himself in the forehead with the cast. Niall hissed and kissed his forehead while trying to pry his arm away.

“No. Ah it’s a prop you see.” He yanked his arm from the cast and swear that he heard a collective sigh of relief from his boyfriends.

“That wasn’t a very nice joke Hazza.” Louis said with a laugh on his voice. He gently tugged on Harry’s arm and pushed the sleeves, revealing a sweaty arm, placing gentle kisses on the skin.

“We thought you’ve been badly hurt, you on ice made all of us a nervous wreck.” Liam explain, hands tangled on his Harry’s curls.

“It didn’t help that none of us were with each other.” Niall said before giving him a peck.

Harry felt guilty for making them worry. He nuzzled on Zayn, whimpering. “I’m really sorry. I was really tired and I wanted to get home as soon as I can that I forgot to stop by the dressing room.”

Zayn pulled hugged him, holding him firm despite being smaller than the two. “It’s okay baby, we’re just glad you’re safe.”

Harry still felt guilty, his boy’s worried faces etched on his mind.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He mumbled over and over, noticing that tears were streaming on his face until Louis cupped his face, kissing his tears away.

“I just had some important news to tell you.” He sobbed.

Liam pulled him from Zayn and tugged on him until he was sitting on his lap. “What news princess?”

“I… I… IMPREGNANT!” Harry gasped, crying harder. Fear suddenly filled his chest.

He looked at each of the four’s dumbfounded face and he cried harder.

They just have so many responsibilities.

So many people are watching and following them.

It would be really hard to come out.

Hell some of their families doesn’t even understand them.

Now he has a baby.

Fuck do they even remember he’s a carrier? He’s the only one among them. Surely they do.

He didn’t realize he was talking out loud until he realized that Zayn was answering all his worries with silent whispers and gentle kisses.

“Shhh… Shhh… Princess, stop the water works. It’s amazing! You’re amazing!” Niall smiled kissing him, taking his breath away.

“AHAHA! That’s bloody amazing Hazza! A baby! OUR baby!” Louis screamed, jumping up and down giving each of them a peck, and hugging Harry from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“My turn.” He whispered at Harry’s ear and winked at Niall. Louis kissed Harry’s lips several times until they’re both giggling and giving a deep kiss after. Harry felt his chest swell with happiness.

Before he knew it, Liam lifted him, encouraging him to wrap his long legs around his waist. “Our baby! Our baby having a baby?”

Harry can only smile and nod, nuzzling his nose on Liam’s neck and giving it a peck. “You’re happy?”

It was then that Liam attacked his mouth, licking his lips and demanding attention. It was then he knew that Liam didn’t need to answer, he can feel how happy he is just by this.

Harry didn’t know how he ended up in his pajamas and cuddle up with Zayn. They must have bathed and dressed him but he couldn’t really be bothered to remember.

He nuzzled and purred on Zayn, demanding attention, until he heard the older boy laugh. He cupped Harry’s jaw and captured his lips. Zayn’s kissed are always gentle, waiting and not demanding at all. Harry couldn’t help but give in anyway, he gave Zayn a slight lick, letting him know that he has full control.

When they finally separated, Zayn crawled to Harry’s stomach, peeling aways the blankets and kissing his stomach.

“That’s the best news Harry. You’re the best we have.” He whispered.

Harry could only return a bashful smile.

“Sleep baby. You must be tired, they’ll join us soon.” Zayn said as he kissed his forehead.

Harry closed his eyes. Mildly aware of the additional bodies joining them but not before giving his stomach and forehead a kiss.

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