get ready...

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Text-thread: Louis and harry.

harry: [inserted voice memo: "hi, uh. here i am again. i um. did something and i don't know if you're gonna get angry or anything but. i did it and"—forced chuckle—"i'm not changing my mind this time. like you said, actions speak louder than words, so i should also shut up, given how shitty i am at speaking, like you also said. this—this is bizarre, by the way. but you should look outside your window."]

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Louis: what the hell do you mean look outside my window

harry: the front window. the big one.

. . .

Louis: is that you

. . .

harry: on the picnic rug, yes

. . .

Louis: i'm not wearing contacts

harry: i—

Louis: how did you get here.

harry: i took the train and i ... googled your name? i'm sorry. that's so creepy. i just ... i needed to. then your address popped up and i just

harry: i missed you so much

Louis: this is creepy as fuck

Louis: but i really kind of love it

harry: do you?!

Louis: i'm coming outside , ok ?

Louis: don't run away

harry: oh my god i won't

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