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"I'm not coming anywhere with you." Louis said, flipping the book's page.

Harry sighed.

Like Louis had said, they both forgot about the little 'cuddle' they had the night before. They didn't forget per say, they just never brought it up.

"But you are."

"What about I'm not coming with you- put me down you chawbacon!" Louis said, thrashing on Harry's shoulders as Harry picked him up and set him on his shoulders so that Louis was upside down.

"Not until you say you're coming with me!"

"Never!" Louis screamed.

Harry just swung him around.

"Alright keep me down I'll go with you!" Louis said as the blood rushed to his head and he started feeling faint.

Harry grinned and put Louis down.

Harry watched as Louis stumbled, catching him by the waist until he was stable.

"You're one cruel shit." Louis said, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder to stable himself- subconsciously.

Harry grinned.

"Only for you."

"Haha very funny." Louis said, his eyes shut.

"Are you alright though?" Harry asked, worried.

"Yeah, I'll survive." Louis says, opening his eyes.

His blue eyes bore into Harry's green ones.

They're so pretty, Louis thought.

Louis believed he could write sonnets about how green Harry's eyes were, which shade of green were they exactly then a few more sonnets about how beautiful they were.

They were green, so so green, the greenest of grasses were put to shame.

Louis then realised what he was doing and shook his head, pulling away from Harry.

"I'll go get ready." He says, before leaving.

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"Watch where your hand is, Harold." Louis says, referring to Harry's hands on his waist.

"I'm watching it, Lewis." Harry said, a smirk on his face.

Louis narrowed his eyes at him.

"Remove your hand from my waist right now, mister." Louis said, sternly.

"And if I don't?" Harry said, backing Louis to the wall of a building.

Louis's breath hitched.

They were too close.

Louis could feel Harry's breath on his face.

His eyes took in every part of Harry's face. His pink lips, his smooth milky skin, his freckles, his nose and Louis wanted to touch Harry so bad.

"I-I.." Louis stammered, he didn't know how to form words, Harry was just too close.

Harry looked at Louis, his smirk falling off as he studied every inch of Louis's face.

His smooth tan skin, his thin pink lips, his high cheekbones, his long eyelashes, his blue eyes and Harry was so glad Louis was his.

Harry leaned in, eyes closed, wanting to kiss Louis's pink lips.

Yes they had kisses before but the circumstances were different. This kiss was not out force, it was because they had something for each other.

Louis didn't know what to do.

Harry was trying to kiss him, wasn't he?

Did Louis want to kiss Harry?

Yes..what no, Louis didn't want to kiss Harry.

He didn't like Harry, why would he want to kiss him?

And they were in public, people were watching them.

What would they think?

Louis shook his head, pulling out of his trance and cleared his throat.

Harry's eyes fluttered open and he saw Louis looking at him with an eyebrow raised.

Harry shook his head, of course Louis didn't want to kiss him unless it was forced. Harry didn't get what Louis was trying to put up, Harry felt insecure and thought it had something to do with his face which had so many flaws.

"C'mon." Harry said, pulling away from Louis.

Harry kept his distance this time and Louis frowned.

"Would you mind if..if we ate something before we go wherever we're going?" Louis asked, looking down at his hands.

"Sure." Harry said, shrugging.

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Harry walked into the small diner, not waiting up for Louis.

Louis watched as Harry walked in through the door which was held opened for him and sighed.

He walked towards the door and the man standing there didn't open it up for Louis like he did for Harry.

Louis gulped and opened the door for himself.

He walked over to where Harry was, sitting down in the booth.

He watched as Harry looked at the menu, not bothering to look up at Louis.

Louis felt his chest tighten, was Harry mad at him?

Why was Harry mad at him?

Why did Louis care if Harry was mad at him or not?

Louis didn't care.

He'll never care.

So he breathed in and ordered his food.

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"What is this place?" Louis asked as Harry opened the door to a room.

"It was my dad's workplace." Harry said, entering the room.

Louis walked in after him.

The room was small and cosy, a wooden table set in the far left corner with lots of files on them and a chair behind it. There was a long table which went all around the room, Louis stepped closer to see what was in it. There were coins, lots of them.

"It's my dad's collection, he liked collecting coins. I still don't know why." Harry said, as Louis bended down to have a better view.

"It's a huge collection, must have taken him ages to collect these." Louis said in awe.

"Yeah, he'd been collecting those even before he met mum." Harry said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"You brought me here to see this?" Louis said, now coming back to his normal position, trying to not sound mean.

"Yes...and well I wanted to give you something too." Harry said, walking over to wooden table in the corner and shuffling through the drawers.

Once he found what he was looking for he came back and stood in front of Louis.

He stood with a small velvet box set on his extended palm.

Louis raised an eyebrow at him.

"What is this?" Louis said, examining the small box.

"Nothing that'll hurt you." Harry said, looking at Louis.

Louis wondered if that meant more than one thing.

Louis looked into Harry's eyes one more time before taking the box in hands, his fingers brushing on Harry's palm which sent shivers down his spine, and opened it slowly.

Louis looked in awe at the coin in front of him.

"It was my dad's favourite." Harry said, looking at Louis.

Louis looked upto him, gulping he asked, "Then why are you giving it to me? It might mean a lot to you..and yeah."

"Because you're my favourite person now and-and I'd like you to know that, al-always." Harry stuttered, scared of what Louis's reaction would be, looking down.

He looked up and Louis sent him a small smile.

"Thank you." He said, a smile forming on his lips involuntarily as he gently caressed the coin.

It was the most thankful Louis had been in the twenty-three years of his life.

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