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“Make a wish, Lou.”
Before he could blink, Harry thrust a feathered dandelion near his face.
“I wish-”
“To yourself. Won’t come true if you tell me.”
Louis looked at the floppy haired boy laying next to him. They’d only met weeks ago but Louis already couldn’t remember a time before. To say it was love would be extreme. Then again, Louis never operated in anything less.
Whatever happens with the band, I wish we remain.
*****
“Remember that first dandelion? I wished for this. Us, for forever.”
“So is that a yes?”
“Yes, of course I’ll marry you, you idiot!”