“No, I wanted to, I mean I missed you and I shouldn’t have -”
Louis put the tea down.
“You don’t have to apologize.” Louis mumbled and his eyelashes fluttered down again, his eyes obscured from Harry’s view.
“I shouldn’t have -” Kissed you, Harry thought. “-left. I shouldn’t have left like that.”
“Harry.” Louis soft voice pulled Harry back into the
present. “I am not still-” He interrupted himself with an airily
chuckle. “-Not still angry about that.”
should be, Harry wanted to scream. You should be and you should scream
and fight and kick and bite and do something else than offer Harry tea.
still sorry.” He whispered and finally made a grab for the abandoned
tea cup. It was warm and tasted like home. Tasted like Louis. Tasted
like he had smelled in the mornings, and how he had laughed at night.
be Harry.” Louis chuckle sounded forced to Harry’s ears. “Come on let’s
sit. We have a lot of catching up to do. I mean how long has it been?
Two? Three years?”
Or: A love confession gone south and one party trying it again a few years down the road, alternatively: Harry loves Louis, and three years are a long time. read on ao3 spotify playlist
Okay so, @daveactualstrider has a coloring book tag in which they let people color in their lineart. I thought I should try my hand at it, because I had not colored anything in a while, and plus their art is quite nice.