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“Y’know, sometimes it seems like the weather here is always grey.” Harry’s nose wrinkles, his<br />
leather jacket pulled tight over his torso, “always so cloudy <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> gloom.”<br />
“Or maybe you’re just a grump.” Louis shrugs, swaying heavily to the left to avoid Harry’s<br />
inevitable shoulder nudge of disapproval.<br />
“Me? Grumpy?” He squares his shoulder, “Never.”<br />
“Sure babe.”<br />
“Sure babe,” Harry repeats in a high voice, which earns him a hard smack to the chest, losing step<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> cl<strong>on</strong>king his torn boot against the sidewalk. Bambi.<br />
“Hush <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> enjoy the breeze.”<br />
“How? It’s fucking <str<strong>on</strong>g>cold</str<strong>on</strong>g>, Louis.”<br />
“I told you that you could bring my thick lavender sweater, it’s the best <strong>on</strong>e to keep you warm.”<br />
Louis reminds him, knowing for a fact that Harry w<strong>on</strong>’t resp<strong>on</strong>d because he’s still inept <strong>on</strong><br />
keeping his hard-boy exterior for the general public. Only soft <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> delicate in oversized clothing<br />
for Louis’ eyes. The silence falls briefly as Louis wraps his arms around Harry’s waist, pulling<br />
him in <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> bringing his lips to his ear, “you look pretty in it, princess.”<br />
The giggle that slips from Harry is sweet <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> light, “That’s what I go for.”<br />
The park is empty today, spare a few dedicated cyclists <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the occasi<strong>on</strong>al dog-walker. Louis’<br />
g<strong>on</strong>na pin it <strong>on</strong> the fact that it’s not a pretty day by any<strong>on</strong>e’s st<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>ards. The sky is grey <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
covered in a thick cloak of clouds, wind whipping around n<strong>on</strong>-stop <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> making the leaves <strong>on</strong> the<br />
trees rustle louder than necessary.<br />
It rained earlier, so it smells nice <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis wants to enjoy it. Harry just insisted <strong>on</strong> coming al<strong>on</strong>g<br />
<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> even though Louis knew he wouldn’t have a good time he couldn’t refuse Harry. Can’t say<br />
no, ever.<br />
They’re walking side by side, the soles of their shoes rubbing against the c<strong>on</strong>crete <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it’s a<br />
comfortable quiet. It’s easy <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> feeling Harry beside him makes it feel just like when Louis is in<br />
his flat, warm <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> serene <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> simple. Only the comfort isn’t coming from the decorati<strong>on</strong>s, or<br />
smells, or colors. It’s coming from <strong>on</strong>e pers<strong>on</strong> with floppy curls <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> l<strong>on</strong>g, unsteady legs.<br />
“I might start wearing the sweaters out so<strong>on</strong>, I need you to help me pick some of my own out.”<br />
Harry says softly, not looking up from his own feet.<br />
“‘Course, love. Just tell me when.” He replies, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the words are unthought <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> unchallenged,<br />
“you gotta promise me you’ll still wear mine around the house, though, I love seeing you romping<br />
around n’em.”<br />
“Promise.”