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He steps closer and grabs Louis’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Louis stares blankly for a moment before the corners of his mouth lift up into another small smile. Harry nudges the toe of his shoe against Louis’s, and leans in. He presses a slow, sweet kiss to Louis’s lips, squeezing their hands.
“We’ll figure it all out. Together.”OR
A story about love and lust with some miscommunication and, of course, a happy ending. Loosely based on the song Stacy by Quinn XCII
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Sparks and fireworks and butterflies and sunshine don’t have anything on what he feels when they kiss. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. The descriptions he’s heard and read throughout his life don’t do this justice. He’s been kissed before, but it’s never been like this. He understands now why everyone sings and writes and creates constantly to try to capture just a fraction of how this feels. It’s like opening a portal to another dimension, a whole new universe, where he doesn’t understand the language and his current vocabulary isn’t expansive enough to be able to even begin describing what he feels.
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Louis doesn’t have TikTok so Harry thinks it’s safe to try the "lightning in a bottle" trend with him to show him how he feels.
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It used to scare him. It used to scare both of them, actually, but they’ve learned from their mistakes and still have to talk things through together, be vulnerable and open and sometimes brutally honest, but they’re still here. They’re still together after everything they’ve been through.
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A self-indulgent drabble to satisfy my need of Larry together on soft, quiet nights in.
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What if, he thinks, I just swipe right?
And really, what’s the absolute worst that can happen? If he swipes right, they simply won’t match and that’s the only way he could ever see this playing out.
So against his better judgement, he swipes right.
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He watches as a calm smile spreads its way across Louis’s face. This feels bigger, somehow. The atmosphere in the car, the air between them, is charged with something Harry has never felt before. It’s crackling and sparkling, but still so soft and gentle. It feels like Pop Rocks exploding on your tongue; a brief sting soothed by the sugary-sweet flavor. It’s addicting.
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An unexpected on-campus job offer brings Harry new friends, good times, and, possibly, a new love interest.