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Harry. He’s home, in Louis’ closet, his upper body covered in <strong>on</strong>e of Louis’ sweaters. He wears<br />

them big so that they kind of engulf him, but they’re still a bit smaller <strong>on</strong> Harry than what looks<br />

comfortable. It’s the light yellow <strong>on</strong>e, he wears it mostly when he knows a day will be gloom,<br />

rainy or just hard to get through. The yellow adds in a sense of happiness <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> glow, it makes him<br />

feel better.<br />

Harry’s fingers are casually scanning over the wide array of clothing, feeling the soft fabric.<br />

Louis’ raises his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s to face, covering his mouth to c<strong>on</strong>ceal the sound of his breathing, just in<br />

case he gets caught. It still smells like Harry, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it finally makes sense that, maybe this isn’t the<br />

first time Harry’s been in here, trying <strong>on</strong> his sweaters.<br />

The fabric falls looser <strong>on</strong> his shoulders, the vibrant color so perfect against Harry’s skin. He’s<br />

trying his best to look littler in the sweater, swaying his body back <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> forth with the sweetest<br />

smile hinting at his lips. He looks like he should always wear it, like it’s his favorite thing in the<br />

world. Louis shifts to his left foot, to lean against the wall <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> watch just bit l<strong>on</strong>ger. But, the<br />

floorboard creaks at the movement, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Harry jumps to automatically face Louis.<br />

Fuck, he hates his floor sometimes.<br />

“Louis,” He blinks, erratic <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> nervous, “Uh, all my shirts are dirty, I was just- I just,”<br />

“Harry, it’s fine.” Louis keeps his t<strong>on</strong>e as casual as he can, he wants Harry to know this is no big<br />

deal, “You can borrow some if you like.”<br />

“No, no.” Harry shakes his head, in a quickened attempt to remove the sweater.<br />

Louis’ h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s fly to Harry’s where they’re grabbing the hem, “D<strong>on</strong>’t,” His word is more like a<br />

breath, but it makes Harry halt, “Keep it <strong>on</strong>, Harry, you look good in it.”<br />

Harry doesn’t say anything right away, but his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s fall to his side. He sort of shifts himself away<br />

from how close Louis’ st<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>ing, shrinking into the sweater <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it’s so obvious he’s embarrassed, a<br />

bright red stinging his cheeks.<br />

“Harry,” Louis scoots closer, “you can wear them, anything you want to wear. It doesn’t bother<br />

me, I promise you. D<strong>on</strong>’t be embarrassed, you’re so beautiful in them, how could I possibly be<br />

mad?”<br />

“You weren’t supposed to know.” Harry says, its weak <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> light.<br />

“Why d<strong>on</strong>’t you want me to know?”<br />

“Because,” He shrugs, allowing Louis’ h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s to wrap around his waist, both of them facing each<br />

other, “I wasn’t ready for any<strong>on</strong>e to see me in them just yet. I took what you said to heart, I really<br />

did. But I’m just coming to terms with being like-“ He glances down <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> back into Louis’ eyes, “-<br />

this, wearing stuff like this.”<br />

“And take all the time you need, okay, I’m not rushing you. But, since I have already seen you in<br />

them, maybe you can keep it <strong>on</strong>, just for me to see. You know that you can be yourself around<br />

me, sweaters <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> all.” Louis pulls at the fabric stretching it out a bit more to look even bigger <strong>on</strong><br />

Harry. He doesn’t mind that it’ll be more like a dress <strong>on</strong> him now, because Harry’s face is so full<br />

of happiness.<br />

“Maybe I’ll leave this <strong>on</strong>e <strong>on</strong>, just for today.”<br />

“What happened to the plans later?”

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