title: you move like water (yeah and you broke like waves)
Summary: He gets it, he gets that he’s weird, and clumsy, and his hair always seems to be a little greasy. He gets that he talks too slow and has a terrible movie taste and falls too fast, whatever. He can understand that Louis sees him as no more than a friend, and he can live with it. But he can’t live with just being a fuck to him, thats something you say about a stripper, or a one night stand, but thats not them. They are best friends who have slept with each other three times already. He could at least call it ‘platonic love making’ or something other than a fuck.
Or the four times harry sleeps with louis and wakes up alone and the one time he doesnt.
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