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The sun beamed on Harry’s face as he nibbled on a popsicle. He glanced over at Louis, happily admiring a bead of sweat that was falling down his face. He thought, in this moment, that this summer could not be any more perfect than it already was.
He stood up, his body forcing itself between Louis’ dangling knees. He let out a toothy grin once more, closing his eyes, and tossing the popsicle behind him.
“Haz,” Louis giggled. “You weren’t even half finished with that.”
“Well,” He opened his eyes, their gazes colliding. “I see something I want even more.”