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Harry resists the urge to stamp his foot down on the ground like a child. Instead he settles for crossing his arms. He does wish though that Louis would stop laughing at him.
“I-I’m sorry,” Louis manages to say in between breaths.
“Can you stop now?” Harry’s lower lip juts out into a pout.
For a good minute Louis stops before he falls into a fit of giggles. All Harry wanted was an aesthetic photo shoot in the park. He didn’t expect for the trees to be bare.
Louis places a kiss to his cheek. “Aw, baby, we’ll make do.”