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<[ Y O U N G & B E A U T I F U L ]> <[VELVETOSCAR]>

-“You gave me a world I didn’t know was there,” Harry whispers in response.
-“The moon knows,” is what he says, breath colored in liquor and a smile.
Louis stares at him.
“What are you talking about?”..
Another manic grin from Harry, and then he pulls him in again, his hand travelling to the side of Louis’ face, cradling his cheek.
- “I’m filling up the sky with my love for you,” Louis says simply, catching his breath with a shrug. “So whenever you look up, it echoes back.
“Yeah,” Harry breathes in response, breathless and light, nodding. He smears a kiss to the corner of Louis’ eye, warm, wet, entrancing. “’M in love with you.”
“Love you, too. Trust you.”
“Trust you, too

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-“I’m gonna marry you one day, if you’ll have me,” he whispered, brushing his index finger in a smooth line where a ring would appear on Louis’ hand. “I’d marry you tomorrow. I’d marry you today. At brunch, if you’d like. It doesn’t matter if we get married today or tomorrow or the next day. No matter what, I’m going to spend my whole life loving you. Making you happy. Every surprise.” He used his thumb to trace the same spot. “Every adventure.” His hand gently curled over Louis’ fingers. “Every day of our lives.”


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Rating: Teen

Pairing: Harry/Louis

Word count: 5k


“Oh look at the time,” Louis says quickly, turning on his heel and rushing to the greenhouse door. He twists the handle and tugs on it a few times, yanking progressively harder. “Oi, Harry, if you’re the president, then you’re in charge of this shack, right? So why won’t the fucking door open?”

Harry carefully steps over the mess on the ground and heads to the door, giving the handle a twist and pulling as hard as he can. It’s a futile attempt because the door doesn’t budge, not that Harry thought it would. There’s no way Louis would have known to be careful with the door, and with the wind howling outside right now, shutting it gently would be near-impossible.

“It’s shut,” Harry says, giving it a final, firm yank. The door doesn’t move an inch.

Or, Harry and Louis are locked in a greenhouse.

written for the @hlspringexchange2016 // ao3 collection