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Harry can hear Louis muttering before he actually sees him. His voice is drifting from the doorway down to the living room where Harry is bundled up on the sofa. Harry doesn’t think Louis’ voice has any setting other than loud.
“Slight breeze, my arse! More like harsh winds,” Louis complains as he rounds the corner, throwing his sweater and scarf on the ground before making his way over to Harry. Harry’ll have to pick those up later. “It was so cold!”
Harry lifts the blanket and lets Louis snuggle in to steal his heat. “I’ve got you now, love.”