Harry laughs, glancing at him. “Wanna hear a joke?” “No.”

“You’re home.” “I am.” “And you’re leaving again.” “I am.”

“After I came out to my…parents, my mother didn’t acknowledge the fact that I’m gay.”

Hey, I wanna blow you and I wouldn’t mind bending over for you .

“So Ivana, you up for a good time or what?” “I don’t do threesomes.” She blurts out, brown eyes even wider and so earnest. Iouis can’t hold back his laughter. “Who offers threesomes?”

“I wanted you…for so long.”

“My cum is stardust,”

“And, I don’t appreciate waking up alone.”

“Maybe it’s nothing, some kids playing a prank?”

Seeing him again unlocks a million emotions inside of him and suddenly it hurts not to be closer to the PERSON he has loved ever since.

he is in love, so much it hurts , so much he’s spent the entire day in a bubble of anxiety and worry, ready to explode. It brings it all back and although it wasn’t meant as a reminder, it is.

“Ivy is just…weird lately.”

“What did I do to deserve waking up to bad jokes?” “It’s funny .” “It’s not .”

“You know I’ll come back, right? This is the end of this fight, not of us.” He tries to make clear, carefully. Harry lifts his chin, the challenging look back in the green of his eyes. “You don’t trust me anyway, so…” He shrugs too casually. “Just go then. Leave.”

“Thanks for the ride.” Louis says. “You’re very welcome.” “Sorry again for last night and…thank you for last night.”