Young & Beautiful:
“...He takes the seat beside him, never taking his eyes off of Harry’s eyes, and they stare at each other as if tied together by twine. And it all just feels quiet and it feels like gold, to be honest. Feels like the color Harry’s wearing, and Louis wonders how he does that. How he bends the atmosphere to the fibers of his clothes and the fibers of his soul and, fuck.
Are you a wizard, Harry?
“Hi,” he breathes, sliding his bum into the wooden chair, smile widening as his eyes become level with Harry’s.
“Greetings, Louis,” Harry smiles back, and his voice rumbles so quietly; it’s like the soft scrape of fabric in the morning.
They continue to stare, wordless, warm, and golden.”
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