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this scene is so perfect

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“Does that mean, I’m the moon?” Harry hushes, teeth sinking in his plush bottom lip.

“Yes,” Louis affirms seriously, nodding.

“I quite like that.” Harry grins. “What about the sun? Are you my sun?”

“Because your world turns around me?”

“I’m your star, though. Remember?”

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“So you decided to throw your coffee out on me?”

“For the love of – It was an accident.”

“How coincidental.”

Louis pushed the flowers towards him. “I got –”

Harry sneezed, then sneezed again, his eyes reddening.

“Oh, come on.” Louis groaned.

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“What type of drunk am I?”

“A needy one.”

“Sorry.”

“No, Harry, I’m joking. It’s okay. It’s cute.”

Harry wasn’t entirely convinced that Louis meant it, but he didn’t want to waste time on it. “Snuggles?”

“Yeah, roll over.”

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Harry's world crumbles when he ends up homeless after catching his boyfriend cheating.Little did he know that Louis would be back in his life just in time.

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Life is short. Write that novel. Paint that painting. Try new recipes. Learn black magic. Go into the forest at night. Summon a demon. Earn that demon's trust. Become best friends with it. Brag to everyone else about your new cool demon best friend. Knit that sweater.

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“Are you writing about how much you love me?” Louis asks, his arm still thrown across Harry’s middle.

“Not right this second,” Harry says. “But I do. Often.”

Louis exhales a breathy content laugh. “Do you write poems about me?”

“Done that too,” Harry says

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