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The storm clouds have been building all day. The air is thick with humidity, sticky with the promise of rain. Louis can smell it.
Harry's nosing at his neck when they feel the first drops start to fall. The rain darkens Harry's grey t-shirt in patches, and Louis runs his thumb over one of the spots.
Their eyes meet, and Louis leans in, pressing his mouth to Harry's. Kissing him feels familiar and brand new every time.
There's a flash of lightning in the distance.
"Race you," Harry says, and then he's off. Louis laughs, and follows him back inside.