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“Forecast said heavy rain for t<strong>on</strong>ight, I know that it kinda scares you to be here incase the lights<br />
were to go out, so I just asked to hangout a different time.”<br />
Louis pulls Harry in closer, his arms wrapped protectively around him, “It doesn’t scare me, no,<br />
but I w<strong>on</strong>’t complain about having you here with me. Especially not when you look so fucking<br />
cute in this sweater, in my sweater.” Louis choses to not bring up the fact that he knows Harry’s<br />
d<strong>on</strong>e this before <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’s surely aware of it. And he decides to leave the museum job out of the<br />
c<strong>on</strong>versati<strong>on</strong>. It’s not about him right now.<br />
“I thought you’d be mad. I know you, like, d<strong>on</strong>’t like any<strong>on</strong>e in your room without you here, I’m<br />
like that, too. It’s just- I didn’t think you’d be back for another hour or so..”<br />
“Harry, if any<strong>on</strong>e else was in here while I was g<strong>on</strong>e, trying <strong>on</strong> my clothes without asking I’d be<br />
furious. But, it’s you, you’re different.” And before Harry can ask Louis to elaborate, he presses<br />
his lips to Harry’s for the third time in his life, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it doesn’t take more than a sec<strong>on</strong>d for his body<br />
to be engulfed in white-hot flames.<br />
Harry automatically kisses back. And for a sec<strong>on</strong>d, Louis forgets this is the same boy who came<br />
into his flat, reeking of cockiness <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> danger. The <strong>on</strong>e who had burrowed Louis with his intense<br />
eyes, the <strong>on</strong>e who made Louis’ b<strong>on</strong>es turn into jello with the simplest of words. It’s the same boy<br />
who’d left him at the market, ditched him for sex. But now, he’s all tangled into Louis’ arms,<br />
wearing his clothes <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> trying to be himself again.<br />
And Louis admits it, he likes Harry, he did from the moment he met him despite desperately<br />
believing he didn’t. But, he likes him even more when his walls are down <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he’s not putting <strong>on</strong><br />
a brave face.<br />
Harry had been hurt, broken by some<strong>on</strong>e who had his heart. The damage was enough to make<br />
Harry believe he was wr<strong>on</strong>g to be the way he was. And now, he’s attempting to be that pers<strong>on</strong><br />
again, be the Harry that he was before it was crumbled to pieces <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> rebuilt, completely different.<br />
The emoti<strong>on</strong> is more clear in his voice, he’s more susceptible to pain, embarrassment, he’s also<br />
more open <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> when Louis talks to him, it feels like Harry listens to every single word.<br />
It means everything.<br />
“This is unc<strong>on</strong>venti<strong>on</strong>al, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> I know that you’re probably as c<strong>on</strong>fused as I am over what we are,”<br />
Louis murmurs against Harry’s lips, “but I want you to know that if you want to romp around in<br />
just your boxers <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> my sweaters, you should. You always should. And if you ever want to tell<br />
me anything, want to try anything, tell me, okay?”<br />
Harry nods, keeps quiet as Louis c<strong>on</strong>tinues, “And if having some<strong>on</strong>e <strong>hold</strong> you like this, kiss you<br />
like this, is what makes you more c<strong>on</strong>fident in being yourself again, I want to be the <strong>on</strong>e to do it. I<br />
want to be the <strong>on</strong>ly <strong>on</strong>e to do it, if you’re okay with that.”<br />
“You’re the <strong>on</strong>ly <strong>on</strong>e who knows, but even if I had a hundred people willing to help me, I’d want<br />
it to be you. I think you’re truthful in your words, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> even though I seem to be a completely<br />
different pers<strong>on</strong> than I was a few days ago, before you called me out, you still want to be around<br />
me. That says more about you than anything.”<br />
It’s gooey <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> cheesy <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> completely overd<strong>on</strong>e, but Louis couldn’t give less of a shit. He’d gladly<br />
st<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> here <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> <strong>hold</strong> Harry as he rebuilds himself yet again, but he’s going to always be here to<br />
make sure Harry does it the right way.<br />
“Do you feel like yourself in that leather jacket?”