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Louis actually laughs at that.<br />

“True. But that’s only because I have a way with words.”<br />

Flirting. Oops.<br />

“You have a way with a lot of things, if I remember correctly,” Romeo smirks and his eyes briefly<br />

flash over Louis.<br />

“Which you probably don’t, to be fair,” Louis says, unaffected.<br />

And Romeo laughs again, moving closer to Louis and settling a hand gently on his back.<br />

“And he’s funny, too!” he comments to nobody, smile very…purposeful. Blinding. A little<br />

annoying.<br />

Not as beautiful as others’.<br />

Louis nods, wondering how much longer the race is going to last.<br />

“I’ve got a very large list of admirable attributes. Shall we go through them all?”<br />

“Absolutely,” Romeo replies, voice just a notch lower, and Louis turns to look at him as he<br />

crowds still closer, their bodies bumping together and the look in this guy’s eyes screaming<br />

something far too intimate for what Louis feels.<br />

He’s about to take a step back, maybe excuse himself, when suddenly:<br />

“Louis?”<br />

And Louis whips around like lightning at that voice, to see Harry, parasol hanging limply at his<br />

side, face etched in…well. Horror, one could say. His face is contorted, his eyebrows pushed<br />

together, his lips open and beginning to twist. The daffodil still sits in his hair, mockingly bright<br />

and soft.<br />

“Harry,” he greets, relieved.<br />

But also…confused.<br />

Because Harry is still staring at him like that and he might know why, maybe, but…that wouldn’t<br />

make sense.<br />

Harry’s eyes flick between Louis and Romeo before settling back on Louis. And then a childish,<br />

adamant glare takes over his face.<br />

“I need to talk to you,” he says, glaring at Louis. His breath seems to have picked up, his chest<br />

rising and falling harshly. “Come on,” Harry says, taking hold of Louis’ hand and tugging. “Come<br />

on.”<br />

Shocked, Louis lets himself be dragged away, waving farewell to a glum Romeo over his<br />

shoulder.<br />

“Where are we going?” Louis asks, startled. “Is the race even over?”<br />

“It’s just a boat race,” Harry snaps, scowling and stalking towards the gardens. “I don’t want—I<br />

want to leave. Can we please leave?”

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