Clarity

Just like I had predicted the night was boring.
I had been restless the whole night, I wasnt tired, nor was I able to find anything interesting to do. I had pushed myself to do some homework though so that was a bonus. Most of the night had been spent doing homework, eating some left over pasta from a few nights ago, and watching whatever was on tv.
During that night I had also called Shailene and finally had the guts to tell her that me and Carson weren't friends anymore. Surprisingly she had taken it really well, and didn't question why. I had expected her to be upset and pesture me for the reason, but she admitted that she was relieved because she was never fond of Carson and saw this whole thing as a good thing.
I guess I never realized that more people then just Harry were appalled by Carson.
Also I had gotten around to calling my parents and telling them not only the news of Carson, but the news of Scruff. After a long discussion the three of us decided not to mention Carson or Scruff to my sisters unless they asked.
Finally after all that I found the inspiration to sleep so I sent Harry a quick text, happy I remembered that I had his number, and then went into a restless sleep, my thoughts consumed with mulitple things, thoughts so concealing they confused my mind in the morning about what had happened or not.
Now I was walking into school, squished in the middle of a quiet Marcus, and jabbering Shailene. Luckily she had excuse my absence of spending time with her the past few days because she had been busy with studying, and had assumed I was still mourning Scruff. Which reminded me of all things, that I had work tomorrow.
I really couldn't think of an excuse to tell the team about Scruff and Carson, I could say they were sick but those kids were smart and would know there was something more to the story.
"Oh man if you think that's crazy you should've seen what Louis did in class the other day! It was crazy!'' Marcus' voice rang out, and I laughed my smile growing wider. Even though I do admit to having a lack of sleep, I was in an exceptionally good mood right now, and was pleased the conversation had shifted so I had the oppertunity to talk, because when Shailene talks that's everyone else's time to be quiet. She always had this powerful woman vibe about her that was quite amusing.
"What did the bloke do this time?" She asked, nudging my side with her elbow, and I smirked at the memory. "I might or might not've become a stripper." I say causually, shrugging, and she gives me a look of amusement and confusion. "Well didn't we all see that coming." She says, just as the warning bell rings and I wave to her as we part ways, going down our own hallways.
I also hadn't told Shailene or Marcus about Harry yet, the only person who knew was Carson, but even if he decided to tell he had no proof because me and Harry portrayed hatred to class, I guess you could say for two guys in love, we were pretty good actors.
"You planning on pulling anything today?" Marcus asks, the both of us stopped at the door for a moment so he could hold it open for me, and I shrug. "Probably not, I might just make that a once a week thing." I say with a shrug, and we both step inside the classroom, closing the door behind us.
Instantly, almost like instinct I snapped my head over to Harry, a smile wide on my face, eager to see him, but his back was turned at the moment, his hand moving over the smooth board of the surface rapidly, writing out a long paragraph. I watched him for a moment do jus that, his back muscles flexing through that silly blazer, but I didn't get to look at him for long because Marcus grabbed my shoulder and begin to shake it.
"Louis." He mumbled, his voice so soft that an octive lower would've counted as a whisper. "What?" I ask, and he points over to my seat, and my heart stops.
Carson.
Carson was sitting there.
Luckily he wasn't paying any attention to us, a sharpie in hand as he vandilized his desk with grafitti drawings, and I swallowed. I wasn't sure how to react right now. I felt my stomach twist, and finger tips start to shake as I watched him. His expression was blank, and cheek bearing a fading bruise.
Did he get into a fight?
He also looked like a bit like a druggy today.
His jacket was so worn that at one of his elbows it was only held together by threads, he was wearing ripped jeans, and dust coated his shirt. Either he took no care in his appearence, or that bruise wasn't fading but forming.
"Want to sit with me?" Marcus asked, and I tore my gaze away to look at him and shake my head. "No. I'll be fine." I say, even though I desparately wanted to sit with Marcus, I felt a little uneasy at being so close to Carson, but what else could I do? I didn't want to look like a whimp, only girls changed seats when they didn't want to sit with someone, not boys. Well at least not to my knowledge.
"You sure?" Marcus asks, crossing his arms and biting his lip. He looked concerned, a type of concern I rarely saw in my male friends, it was sweet actually. "Positive. Better to face your problems then run from them." I state, adjusting my back pack as I glanced back at Harry, who was still scribbling away on the board, and I sighed as Marcus gave my shoulder a squeeze then walked over to his desk before sitting down.
Taking a deep breath, I trained my eyes to the floor then walked down the isle, before dumping my bag on the floor and sitting down.
"Don't touch me." Carson muttered under his breath when my arm accidently brushed against his, and he scooted away. "Sorry.'' I appoligize, when in reality I had nothing to say sorry for. It was an accident, I didn't even notice until Carson moved his arm away. For a moment after that I just remained quiet, barely moving, then inhaled deeply before leaning over and pulling out a notebook from my backpack, and a pencil.
Might as well as pretend to be busy with something to ease the awkwardness.
I was actually already starting to reconsider sitting with Marcus.
"Alright class!" Harry calls out, putting down the marker and turning around to look at everyone with a wide grin, a wide grin that fades to moment he see's me less then ten inches away from Carson.
For a long moment his face shows an emotion I couldn't quite name. He looked angry, yet sad. He looked like he was going to murder someone, yet like he was calm and composed.
Finally though after making brief eye contact with my fallen face, for my mood had deteriorated, and he looked back to the class, forcing a smile.
"So today, even though it's not Friday, I'm going to give you all a free day, because I'm afraid I forgot to plan a lesson plan for today, so I'm going to switch things up a bit. Also I will be calling people up to my desk."
At that he glanced at Carson, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. The last thing I wanted to see was a fist fight between my ex bestfriend, and my boyfriend. That was techinically a delightful thing to see.
"So for today you are required to do as much homework you possibly can for this class, and any others. If you have no homework then you can talk quietly amongst yourselves, and play on your phones." He says, looking at me when he said phone's. I'm pretty sure that was him trying to tell me to use mine. That look couldn't have meant anything else.
"Any questions?" He asks, and everyone shakes there heads, no hands are raised, and the class is practically quiet. "Good! Then continue on with whatever." He says, smiling and waving off the class as he walks over to his desk and takes a seat behind it, before opening his laptop, and pulling out his phone.
Putting it to rest on the desk.
"Your boyfriend is such a fake." I then hear Carson mutter, just loud enough for me to hear, and I freeze midway of closing my notebook. "You shouldn't be the one talking about fakes Carson." I counter, my tone a bit harsher then intended. Yet I couldn't help it.
I felt a pang of anger that not only was he being a jerk and a liar, but he was insulting Harry who far from fake. He just didn't portray the full length of his personality.
For a moment Carson just stared at me, his gaze hard, eyes protraying anger that I had dared countered his insult, and then he clenched his jaw, raising his hand slightly, which caused me to wince because for a moment I was convinced he was about to hit me. But instead he lowered it before slidding out of his desk, grabbing his back pack, and walking over to a group of the annoying druggies that sat in the back.
As I watched him walk away I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. For a moment there I was scared to death he was either going to scream or hit me. Then again the hitting part was way out of character for Carson, but not the screaming part.
Just then I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and I bit my lip as I slid it out and pulled open the message to see it was from Harry.
'Hey baby are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't notice that Carson walked in. Did you two just have a fight? He looked really pissed. ~Your Sexy Mr. Styles xXxX'
'I'm fine. Lets just worry about all this after class.'
And with that I shot him a small smile, then shrugged as I turned off my phone, and put it in my back pack before running my hands down my face and sitting back in my seat, not daring to look back at Carson.
I couldn't believe all this with him. Did he even have the smallest amount of sympathy? Sympathy that I might still be aching for Scruff? That I might be upset enough already over the loss of our friendship?
Slowly I felt as if I was starting to see a side of Carson that my demeanor was naive to, and lets just say it's not a good side.
"Carson Dale, please come to the front." Harry's voice then boomed out, and I instantly sat up straight, my heartbeat immediately increasing. He wasn't. He wouldn't. He couldn't! He better not. What if he was going to tell Carson off?
"Coming." I heard Carson grumble, his tone sounding unamused as I heard his desk scuff against the floor from him getting up, and when he walked past me, much to my surprise, he smacked me over the head. And it wasn't in a playful way. It hurt.
"Screw you." He hissed at me, obviously having the same assumption as me, Harry was about to chew him out. Or he was just angry I had actually defended Harry, and insulted him. I dared after Carson whacked me, to glance over at Harry, and Harry's face was easy to read this time.
He had half risen from his chair, and looked angry. His eyes had narrow, lips puckered as he ran his tongue over them, and his eyebrows crossed making his forehead wrinkle.
"No." I mouthed to him, and he looked at me for a long moment before shaking his head and sitting as Carson walked over to his desk. For the two full minutes Carson stood there, and they exchanged words my breath remained still.
I had a whole senerio playing in my head, Carson saying something witty, Harry countering, then fists would fly, cops would come, and everyone would die.
Okay maybe not die, but at least be hospitalized like that guy probably was from the night at the bar when Harry protected me.
Finally though my breath was released when nothing happened, Harry handed Carson a paper, and Carson mumbled something before walking back up the isle, completely ignoring me this time as he walked by, and he took a seat once more.
"Louis Tomlinson." Harry calls out, and I let out a long breath as I stand up and walk down the isle to his desk. The moment I was close enough for him to speak quietly so no one would hear he leaned in, "Did it hurt when Carson hit you? And be honest." He whispers, and I shrug.
"A little, but he's just upset. I wouldn't hold it against him." I say, a little ashamed I had now jumped to defending Carson, but I wasn't going to let it ponder. "Do you want to move desks?" Harry asks, and I shake my head, "No I'm good." I assure, and he nods.
"Okay, and just to ease your nerves, I was only giving Carson a list of the work he missed on his absent days." Harry informs and I do feel my nerves ease. Of course he wouldn't pull anything in class, maybe outside of it but not during.
"Thank you." I mumble, and he nods as he smiles at me and I sigh. I loved his smile. "See you after class Tommo." He says, and I nod before standing up straight and walking back over to my desk, sitting down.
Hopefully I would get to spend some time with Harry today to get my mind off of things.
For the rest of the class I did do my homework from my earlier classes since I didn't feel like texting right now, and I needed something to destract my mind. Finally though the long hour dragged by, and the bell rang. Harry made no comment to pack up, because by now everyone was scrambling here and there getting there things.
When Carson walked by me he made no comment of any kind, and engaged in conversation with the group of druggies instead.
Then once the last kid had lefted the classroom, the door shutting behind them, I shot up out of my desk, almost in union with Harry and rushed over to him before wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him tightly.
"Aww, does my Louis need a hug?" He chuckles, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tightly, rubbing my back. "Yes.." I mumble into the fabric of his buttoned up blazer, and he rests his chin on my head, "I'm so sorry about Carson baby, I really wish I had been aware he was here. I would've warned you." He assures, and I sigh.
"Don't worry about it." I say, and he nods slowly before pulling out of the hug and rubbing my arms. "I know what will make you feel better." He says, and I bite my lip. "What?" He then grinned, kissing my nose,
"Movie night at Harry's!" He announces, and I couldn't help but laugh at his ethusiam as I grabbed his shirt collar, an action I wouldn't have done a couple of weeks ago.
Now I felt more comfortable with him, and my body was starting to get addicted to the sight of him and the assurence of his touch. His soft, gentle touch.
Unless we were having sex, which we hadn't had in what seemed like awhile, but it had only been about a week.
"Depends." I say, looking up at him and he pinches my cheeks.
"On what?"
"What movie?"
"I dare say City Of Bones will be our movie."
And at that he won me over.
Really in all honesty he could've chosen Barney for all I cared, I just wanted to spend time with him. See I'm willing to sacrafice.
"Sounds good to me. Will there be snacks?" I ask, and he nods. "Tons." He says, smirking a bit and I nod smiling.
"Alright. Let me just grab my stuff." I say, pulling away from him and I walked back over to my desk before grabbing my bag and then joined him at the door where he had his suitcase and tie in hand. On the walk out we kept our distance, both remaining quiet with content smiles, and secret glances.
Finally once we had gotten outside to the nearly empty parking lot, Harry scoped out the area, then moved both his tie and suitcase into one hand so he would have a free one to wrap around my waist, pulling me to his side, before he kissed my temple. "If anyone see's us I'm charging you with attempted rape." I warn and he laughs, pinching my side. "I doubt anyone importent will see us." He assures, and I shake my head as I shyly slip an arm around his larger waist, pulling him to me, closing up the rest of the space between us.
"Cute." He comments, the both of us walking arm in arm now over to his car, me biting my lip as a soft blush settled on my cheeks, and him grinning widely.
Obviously pleased I was letting him wrap an arm around me in public.
It felt sorta nice actually. I was used to being the big one, holding the smaller person close so the change was nice for once. I never felt shy around my past girlfriends, but Harry made me shy. But maybe that was because I wasn't used to doing couple stuff with a boy? Most likely so.
"We can come, and get your car later. I want you to ride with me." He says, pulling me past my car, and two cars down to his own. "You sure?" I ask, and he nods. "I'm sure." He says, pulling his arm away and walking over to the car before unlocking it and opening my door.
"C'mon Louis." He coaxed, and I glanced back at my car for a moment before shrugging, and walking over and getting in the car. "Thank you Harry." I say, my tone light and playful as I put my feet on the dashboard.
"Your welcome my Louis." He says, leaning in and pecking my lips before shutting my door and walking around the car so he could get in on his side.
For the first minute or so of the drive we were wrapped in a perfectly peaceful silence. Our breaths coming in and out in perfect union. That was when the question came back, the question that made me wonder.
What were we? Still he nor I had said anything to make it official, even though I'm positive that saying "I love you." seals the deal, yet I wanted confirmation to settle my thoughts.
"Harry?'' I asked, biting my lip and he glanced at me before looking back to the road. "Yes Tommo?" He replied, moving a hand away from the steering wheel to ruffle my hair then he moved it back to the wheel. "Are we official?'' I begin, clearing my throat to gain more confidence to my voice, "You know, like..boyfriends?" I ask, a bit shyer then I had been going for.
For a moment he remained quiet then laughed. Not in a cruel way, but a sweet way.
"Of course! We aren't exzactly in the friendzone anymore now are we." He says, grinning at me, and I grin back as relief filled my system. It felt good to know for sure that we were now official. "Why do you ask?" He then inquires, and I shrug as I look straight ahead out of the windshield. "I was a little confused on our relationship status, that's all. Neither of us confirmed any relationship of the sorts." I say, and he nods in understanding.
"Well I for one, am proud to call you my boyfriend." He announces, and I laugh as I playfully punch his arm.
He was always so sweet to me, unless I got him mad of course. A mood that was becoming a rare state for me to bring him to, I cared alot about him.
Yes yesterday I'd gotten him a little mad, but in my defense that was all in good fun.
I admit though I was impressed by his lack of concern for someone else noticing us tangled together in the hall.
Me shirtless, and his lips all over me over me in a mouth to skin embrace. It would definately be a sight I wouldn't even want the trashiest of students to see, let alone high authority in the school.
"Here we are!'' Harry then announced, pulling into the elegant driveway of his house, and I felt excitement settle in. Excitement over a movie night? Well that had to count for something involving the feelings I felt for him.
"Last one to the front step is a rotten egg." I say, the instant he stops the car, and I throw up my door open before dashing out of the car. "Oh no you don't!" He yells, throwing open his door as well before scrambling out of the car, and chasing after me.
"Looser!" I shout, rushing up the steps, laughing as I covered the last step, moments before him, and I grabbed the door knob. "You loose!" I tease, as he came trudging up the steps.
"I don't like to loose Tomlinson." He states, stopping at the top step for a moment, catching his breath, before closing the distance between us, and he grabbed my waist pressing me up against the door. "Ever." He added, looking down at me with a grin as he bit his lip, and pressed our foreheads together.
"But you have to admit, I'm faster." I counter, and he rolls his eyes before pulling my body against his, "Let's just say your a naughty boy." He growls, before pressing his lips to mine hard, pinning my smaller frame against the door.
Honestly I don't think he was being a sore looser right now, I think he was looking for an excuse to kiss me, because we hadn't had a proper kiss in a little while, and barely had any contact yesterday.
Moaning softly I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he tightened his grip on my waist before biting down on my bottom lip and tugging so he had an opening to slip his tongue into, and our tongues clashed together, both sliding against one another perfectly.
His mouth tasted sweet. It had a lingering taste of mint, and strawberry flavored lollipops.
Moaning softly, his hands then slid down to my bum and gripped it tightly, not enough to hurt, but tight enough to feel good. "Mmm..Harry.." I breathed, attempting to pull back for breath, but his lips followed me.
"Just a few more seconds." He pleaded, obviously enjoying this lustful kiss as he sucked on my tongue and bottom lip. At that point I couldn't help but give in to him because even the sloppiest of contact felt amazing coming from him.
"Okay.." I whispered, my words devoured by his greedy mouth, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. If we kept up at this I was going to be begging him to bring me to bed in a matter of minutes. I could feel my sweats growing a little tighter, and my chest rose and fell at a quick pace. For whatever reason his raspy breaths inbetween each touch of our lips was turning me on even more.
"I want-" I start, but then I heard the click of the door knob unlocking and before we get a chance to part, the door is pulled open and my body falls backwards dragging Harry along, causing me to land on the ground with him on top of me.
"I thought I heard you two." Maddie comments, her face showing amusment as she stood near the open door. "Oh..erm..well..uh.." I stammer, my cheeks turning red as she looked down at us and I dug my face into Harry's shoulder.
"Maddie!" Harry whined, obviously uneffected by her seeing him laying all over me on the floor.
"Well you two startled me! All that noise against the door made me believe some rabid animal was trying to get it!'' She protests, and I chuckle as Harry rolls his eyes and rolls off of me before standing up, and holding out a hand for me. This was so awkward for me, yet he seemed unfased.
"Thanks." I mumble, grabbing his hand and he pulls me to my feet before wrapping an arm around my neck and he kisses my red cheek.
"Don't worry Maddie has walked in on much worse." He whispers in my ear, and I glance at him with a small glare, earning a gentle smack upside the head, Maddie's soft giggling echoing around us.
"Well now that you boys are done with smacking, why don't you both relax in the pool room while I finish up the movie snacks, and dinner Harry requested?" She asked, and we both nodded as he pulled away from me and kicked off his shoes, shortly before I mirrored his movement.
"Are either of you thirsty?" She asks, and we both shake our heads as I peel off my jacket and Harry walks over before grabbing my hand. "No, we're good." He says, begining to walk down the hall that led to the pool room, and I shrugged at her as I followed behind, laughing softly to myself. "I want to show you a trick." He says, begining to jog down the coordiers, and I laughed a bit louder as I followed behind, stumbling a bit.
"Is that so?" I ask, and he nods excitedly. "I've been perfecting this lame trick for awhile." He informs, looking back at me with a grin. He was so cute when he was excited.
"Well then, I'm excited." I say, returning the grin as we turned the corner and then stopped short at the clear glass of the pool room. "Are you going to walk on water?" I ask, and he shakes his head, letting go of my hand before pushing open the door and holding it open for me.
"C'mon, take a seat on the pool chair." He says, pointing to the chair closest to the waters edge. "Alright." I say, curiousity filling my system as I went over and sat down crossed legged in the pool chair. "Watch." He says, walking over to the very edge of the pool and he stepped on it in a way where both feet were half on half off, then he begin walking, only teetering a little bit. I had to admit, that was impressive. I knew for sure I couldn't do that.
"Wow!'' I hoot, clapping in encouragement as he stopped a little ways down, and then got onto solid ground with a little bow. Suddenly a sneaky idea came to mind. "Can you show me one more time?" I ask, knowing he'd take the bait which he did.
"Of course!" He says, walking back over to the pool's edge, and he begin walking again but this time instead of sitting down, I shot up out of my chair and pushed him, causing him to loose his balance and go falling into the crystal clear water of the pool.
"Louis!" He screamed, and I laughed as I jumped back to avoid the water that escaped the pool, and I stick out my tongue. "Looks like your not the only one who can make people wet." I say, still laughing as I squatted down, watching him tread water. He looked amazing when wet, his curls flattened out and stuck to his forehead, every tattoo and curve of muscle showed through his wet shirt, and the look on his face was quite sastisfying as well.
"I'm going to get you!'' He shouts, swimming over to the edge and climbing out of the pool. "Shoot!" I yelp, jumping back from his hands as I jumped up to my feet and made a mad dash towards the door, which I some how managed to make it through.
"Catch me if you can!" I shout, running out, and down the hall a frustrated yet amused Harry tumbling after me. "If I do I will spank you, and it won't be the nice kind." He warns, and I laugh as he makes another grab for me but I turn the corner before dashing into the front hall, and then into the living room.
"Your trapped now Tomlinson." He warns, smirking as I climbed over the couch and squatted down behind it, waiting for him to make another grab for me. "Gotcha!" He shouted, coming around my right side, and his he nearly grabbed my ankle but I managed to get up and run to the other side in time.
"So close, yet so far!'' I shout, both of us breathless and smiling as he narrowed his eyes at me, but before either of us could move I heard Maddie gasp, "Harold Edward Styles! You are soaking my rug." She scolded, appearing in the doorway and then walking over to him she grabbed his ear and he whined. "Maddie, not in front of Louis." He pouted, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Go get changed into dry clothes now, and Louis can help me in the kitchen." She says, and he pouts like a little kid but says nothing in protest as Maddie lets go of his ear, and he tickles my stomach as he walks by and I squeal, reaching foreward to pinch him, but he rushes out of the room before I get a chance.
"Pushing him into the pool, classic." She comments, holding up a hand for a high five, and I couldn't help but smile as I highfived her then she gestured for me to follow her into the sweet smelling kitchen that I was becoming so fond of. "Here, you can wipe off the counters." She says, handing me a rag, and I nod as I go over to the island and begin to wipe it while she started washing out a pot.
For a few moments we were both quiet, it was a comfortable silence though, and then she laughed.
"What's funny?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder at her and she sighs, "I've never seen Harry so playful before, usually he's all about buisness, and stuff. It's good to see he can act like a child for once. He deserves that." She then wiped at her eye with her wrist.
"Thank you Louis, you may not know it, but you make him so happy. His heart has been longing for someone like you for a long time." She says, leaving me speechless as I felt my heart flutter.
I made him happy? I mean, I know he was happy with me, but from the way she made it sound, it seemed as if this was a new thing for her? Slowly I was begining to wonder if I was missing a piece of the story, but it was probably just me.
"Your welcome. He's an amazing guy. It's sad what he had to endure as a child." I say sincerely and she nods. "It is." She then pulled the pot out of the sink and begin to dry it,
"The relationship between you both though, it's so..unique! I remember when he came home his first day of work he jabbered non-stop about a trouble student named Louis, and believe me he had a mouthful of things to say about you."
She sighed, with a small smile.
"But then it begin to change. His cruel words about you faded into sweet ones, and by his second week of knowing you I could've easily said I've already met you because he described you so well. Down to the littest hair." She says, and I bite my lip, smiling, looking down.
"Up until about two weeks ago I wanted to strangle him, I think the uniqueness your referring to is us starting out as two lads who wanted to go at each other's throats." I comment, and she laughs nodding. "Good point." She then put the dried pot away in the cabinent.
"He's crazy about you in literal words." She says, holding out a hand for the rag which I toss to her, and she throws it in the sink. "Honestly, I think he's making me crazy to." I say sincerely, enjoying this little talk with Maddie.
She was really a sweet woman, her husband must be happy, if she had one.
"Well isn't that how it works?" She asks, and I shrug as she smiles and goes over to the table where a large tray with assorted snacks, fancey and cheap, were laid out, along with a quanity of juice boxes that would've made a child feel in heaven.
"You can take this into the living room, and put it in the living room if you'd like?" She asks, and I nod as I hold out my hands for the heavy tray, and she hands it to me before we both walk into the living room. While I placed the tray on the table, she wondered over to the tv, and turned it on. Most likely setting up the movie.
"If it wasn't movie night, I'd do alot more then spank you in the playroom." Harry growls in my ear, making me jump as he wraps his arms around me from behind, and kisses my ear before resting his chin on my shoulder.
"Well aren't you a charm." I say, kissing his cheek and he smiles. "Did you help my dear Maddie?" He asks, and I nod as he kisses my neck, and then the soundtrack of the film rings out.
''C'mon Louie! Cuddle with me!" He giggles, pulling away and laying down on the couch before hold open his arms for me and I chuckle as i walked over and lay down in his arms.
"Now you boys be good." Maddie warns, walking over and drapping the couch blanket over us before kissing our heads and leaving the room. The moment she left harry cuddled me close,

"I love you Louis."

"I love you to Harry."

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