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“No,” he crackles, voice low and dry. “No, I just.” He considers his words, presses another kiss to<br />

Louis’ hand, holding his lips there as he thinks, breath slowing. “It’s different with you. I’m….”<br />

He swallows. “A bit.” He swallows again. “Scared. Like.”<br />

Oh god. Louis is going to erupt into fiery, shooting hearts.<br />

Why is this boy so sweet? Why is he everything Louis never dared hope for? Why is he Louis’<br />

and why is Louis so fucking lucky??<br />

“Oh, love,” he croons, petting Harry’s flushed cheeks. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I get it,<br />

yeah? No rush. Honestly, no rush.” He pauses, catches Harry’s eye. “I’m happy just to dance with<br />

you.”<br />

Harry’s lips twitch.<br />

“The Beatles?”<br />

Louis grins.<br />

“I mean. How could I resist?”<br />

“My father’s worked with Paul McCartney.”<br />

Louis rolls his eyes, shoves playfully at Harry’s chest.<br />

“Oh, stop it. You posh kids and your popstar fathers. Just stop.” But he’s smiling and Harry looks<br />

relieved, even more thankful, and just so utterly lovely. “Let’s finish my homework, yeah?” Louis<br />

continues, pressing one last kiss to Harry’s nose. “How about you read me this shit play and I’ll<br />

read you some Keats. Deal? Then maybe I’ll want to rip out my hair a little less?”<br />

Harry chuckles, low and sweet and bumbling, mixing with the steam from the tea, settling in<br />

Louis’ lungs like the air.<br />

“Deal,” he agrees, pleased. He pauses, his eyes intent on Louis. “And. Thank you.”<br />

Louis quirks an eyebrow, plucking up Endymion.<br />

“For what?”<br />

The evening sun imbeds in Harry’s lashes as he blinks; his warm, creamy eyes fenced in fire.<br />

“For being you.”<br />

And Louis himself is probably fenced in fire now, but he plays it cool, just nods and shrugs and<br />

smiles cheekily with a faux-innocent bat of his eyes.<br />

“What can I say?” he says sweetly, and Harry giggles and wraps himself back around him and the<br />

rest of the night is spent amidst books and quiet words and a moon that ascends into the sky.<br />

**<br />

Harry still has his bad days.<br />

He has those days where his texts are short and uninspired. Where he doesn’t pounce on Louis the

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