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    “You really that desperate, are you?” Despite it being a shitty thing to say, Harry didn’t mind too much, as the bitterness in Louis’ tone sounded like music to Harry’s ears. Harry was winning tonight. “Can’t find anyone new to be interested in you, so you try to hit on Zayn.”

    I can’t find someone interested in me?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re having a laugh, mate.”

    “Yeah, well, where are they, then? Because from what I’ve heard, you’re here alone.”

    “As if I’d bring anyone to somewhere I knew you’d be. I wouldn’t wish your presence on my worst enemy.”

    “Aw,” Louis cooed in a way that made Harry want to slap him. “You’re saying I’m not your worst enemy?”

    “For someone to be an enemy, you have to give a shit about them. So, no. You’re not even on the list.”

    “Oh–kay. Well, it’s been lovely as always, gents,” Zayn said before knocking back the rest of his drink.

     

    Or the one for the Bottom Harry Fic Fest where Harry bottoming is more of a side plot, because angst got in the way--but it doesn't really matter because the fest stopped existing when I was halfthrough.

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    28 Jul 2025