Maybe this was a parallel universe. Maybe he was having a very vivid dream. Maybe he would wake up any second and realise he made all of this up in his head. And maybe he was really just being lucky enough to experience this right now. Maybe he needed to finally accept that life was good for him at the moment. Maybe his feelings were valid and were even reciprocated. Maybe he should act on them and risk it all. Maybe it would be worth it. Maybe ...

"Dad?" Evelina waved her hand frantically back and forth in front of his face, tearing him out of his dazed state. "I'm waiting here".

"Sorry, Pumpkin. I was ...".

"I know" Evelina was actually smirking up at him knowingly. "But you said you'd paint my nails. Harry is almost done".

Trying his best to tear his eyes away from Harry painting Mae's nails on the other end of the couch, Louis grabbed the bottle of red nail polish and opened it, starting on his daughter's nails. But it was hard for him to fully focus on the task at hand. This entire situation was too much for him to handle. Zoey was at work and his mother was meeting up with Emily and Sophia, which meant Louis was alone at home with the girls and Harry. The girls were feeling a little bit better than yesterday and had begged them to spend the entire day together and of course, both of them had agreed without hesitation. So, that's how they'd ended up painting each other's nails in the living room and it was too much for Louis' poor heart.

Seeing how attentively and highly focused Harry was painting Maeva's nails made Louis' throat close up. He felt like he couldn't breathe. It was just too cute and adorable to watch. Harry and his daughter looked so good together. Almost as if they were ...

"You're doing it again" Evelina pulled her hand away to blow the nail polish dry. "Do you plan on ever doing something about this?".

"I ...".

"About what?" Harry asked from the other side of the couch with a cute wrinkle on his forehead. "Sorry, you're too far away to keep track of what you're talking about".

"Yeah, what were you talking about?" Maeva faked innocence but her eyes showed pure mischief. She was just like her sister.

"Finally addressing things that are plain right obvious to everyone around and doing something about it" Evelina answered evilly.

"Oh? Sounds like good advice. Don't you think?" Maeva was such a good little actress, looking up at Harry with big eyes.

"Um ..." Harry looked like a deer caught in headlights, making Louis feel so bad for him right now. His daughters could be little menaces and Harry wasn't aware of that yet. He wasn't prepared.

"That is so not what we talked about" Louis announced in a loud and exaggerated voice. "The little devil here wants to get her hair braided, didn't you?".

"If you say so. It's not like you would lie to save your ass" Evelina looked maliciously up at him. She was so much like him as a child.

"Language" Louis tried to sound stern but could barely hide his smile. There was no use in trying to stop her from cursing anymore.

"Can you braid my hair too, Dad?" Maeva actually seemed to love that idea. "I can paint your nails after that".

"Of course, Peanut".

"Then I want Hazzy to braid my hair. Can you?" Evelina asked him excitedly. A bit too excited for Louis' liking. Again, she was evil.

"Of course but I'm not really good at it. I can only braid simple ...".

"That's alright. I like it simple" Evelina slowly crawled over to him, switching places with her sister. "Mae likes more complicated braids and only Dad can do it. Not even our aunties".

"Well, they never had to learn it. They had me" Louis started on Maeva's hair. "Dutch okay with you, Peanut?".

"Always. I love it" Maeva relaxed completely while he braided her hair into a Dutch braid.

"So, you braided your sisters' hair? They let you? Abby would've never let me get close to her hair" Harry hooked stunned.

"Let me? They begged me, forced me and even blackmailed me into it sometimes. I had no free time. I was their personal slave and I still am every now and then" Louis joked fondly. "But that's my own fault. I started it with Emily once when my mum was busy".

"That's sweet" Harry smiled dopey. "But how are you so good at this? You make it look so easy and effortless".

"Practise, Haz. Years of practice " Louis had a strange feeling of a role reversal. "And it kinda relaxes me, actually".

"I can see that. You look totally at ease and Mae is almost falling asleep in your lap" Harry studied them while simultaneously trying to braid Evelina's hair. "I want that too".

"Fall asleep in my lap?" Louis cocked an eyebrow at him flirtily.

"No!" Harry rushed out panicky, his face flaming red. "I meant, be at ease like you. Not fall asleep on you. I um ...".

"What a shame" Louis shrugged, trying to come off as unfazed but his heart was racing at the mere image of Harry in his lap.

"Would you want that?" Harry froze in his spot, both of his hands stilling in Evelina's hair. "Would you want me to ...?".

"I'd love for you to be at ease, Haz" Louis backtracked when he saw his daughters exchanging an amused glance. "We'd all want that for you, right girls?".

"Sure".

"Absolutely".

"Don't stress. You're gonna get it right" Louis focused intensively on braiding Maeva's hair now.

"One day hopefully, yeah" Harry's voice sounded far away.

"Definitely".

"I'm sure".

Putting his entire focus on the braid, Louis finished it in no time and was left with watching Harry braid Evelina's hair messily. It was endearing and awakened another wave of longing inside of him. A longing for this to stay this way. To last forever.

"Do it" Maeva whispered quietly, facing him now.

"What do you mean?" Louis asked discombobulated.

"Whatever you need to do to make yourself look like that. Go for it, Dad" Maeva smiled at him encouragingly. "We love him".

"I do too" Louis admitted almost inaudibly but Maeva heard him.

"Then tell him" Maeva advised him as if it were that easy.

"I'll consider it. Thanks, Mae".

"I only want you to be happy. If that means marrying him, then we will be fine with that. Don't worry about us on top of everything else, okay? We want what you want" Maeva reminded him again how grown up she really was. "We'd be happy with him around".

"Me too, Peanut. Me too" Louis pulled her into a hug, sighing out a shuddering breath. He was too overwhelmed by everything.

"Did we miss something?" Evelina checked suspiciously.

"We only had a moment. I'm still sick. I can yearn for a hug ...".

"Sure you can, sis".

"How do you feel about watching a movie?" Louis suggested before they could draw more attention to their moment.

"I'd love that. I read that they made a movie out of your favourite fairytale, Mae" Evelina's face lit up immediately with an evil glint.

"The princess and the kitchen boy? There is a movie?" Maeva sounded genuinely surprised. "I need to watch it".

"We should definitely watch it right now with both of you. What do you think, Dad? Isn't that a great idea?" his daughter wanted to kill him. She seriously wanted to end his life. "Hazzy?".

"Sounds like something we should give a try at least, don't you think, Lou?" Harry looked at him now expectantly.

Swallowing dryly, Louis was able to nod barely visible. "I do, yeah. I um ... I'm gonna get us some snacks. Nothing too unhealthy though because you two still need to ...".

"But Dad" Maeva wailed dramatically.

"Can we at least get some ice cream? It's good for our throats, Dad" Evelina tried to play him but he was too distracted to care.

"Um ... I don't think ...".

"Please, Daddy" Maeva and Evelina but also Harry were literally begging him by now and that was too much.

"I'm gonna go and get your ice cream now" Louis rushed out, his ears definitely red by now. "Give me a minute".

"I think you broke him" Evelina giggled exhilarated.

"Whatever you did, it worked. Keep doing it and we will get everything we want" Maeva sounded pleased with Harry.

"I didn't do anything" Harry claimed in a strained voice.

"You did though. He ...".

Thankfully, he wasn't able to hear them anymore when he finally reached the kitchen but he almost screamed out of sheer fear when he literally ran into his mother. "What are you doing here?".

"I stopped by to get something and then I saw you on the couch and couldn't look away. You looked really happy and carefree with them. With Harry" Jasmine's voice was telling him more than his mother's words. It was suggestive but also questioning.

"I was" Louis confirmed his mother's observation. "I am".

"Good. That's all I want for you" Jasmine smiled emotionally at him. "You deserve to be happy and Harry really seems to love this family. Your family, Sweetheart".

Glancing back over at them, Louis' heart warmed at the sight of his daughters and Harry searching for the movie together. He could get used to this. "He does, mh?".

"You don't need me to tell you this. You can see it, right?" she hooked knowingly, her eyes bright and only showing happiness.

Taking the ice cream out and filling it into four bowls, Louis only smiled at his mother surely. "Yes, I can and I accept it. I take it".

The rest of the weekend and Monday passed in a blur. The four of them spent almost every waking moment together, which was a lot to take in. By Tuesday, the girls felt better and went to school again and that all alone by now. They had proven to him that they could. Just like him, Harry also went back to work after taking Monday off for them just like Louis. At the restaurant, Louis told Maria and Paul all about their three and a half days together and was banned behind the counter because he had forgotten to get rid of the blue nail polish on his nails and in this job it wasn't allowed. Instead of being angry with him, they laughed at him in such a fond way. All in all, everything was fine and Louis couldn't believe his luck.

But no matter what he did all week, he was haunted by memory flashes of Harry with Maeva and Evelina, looking after them or cooking them food or reading to them in bed or painting their nails and messily braiding their hair. He has been so gentle with them the entire time and all of it had felt so dangerously domestic. It kind of scared Louis but not in the same way anymore. Now he was only scared to lose it one day. He wasn't scared to have it.

Right now, he was only scared that his friends might be able to read his mind and find out how obsessively he was thinking about Harry although he was sitting right next to him. During the entire movie that they had been watching, Louis' mind has been wandering back to every shared moment of the last weeks. And more than once he has been about to come right out and say it but ...

"Uh, that has to be the pizza" Harry's ear perked up when the doorbell startled the living shit out of Louis. "I'm gonna ...".

"You don't have to. I can go and get them" Louis held him back.

"No, you had a long day at the restaurant. I go" Harry stood up from the couch before Louis could react, pecking his cheek. "Be right back, Lou".

Blinking after him in shock, Louis touched his cheek like an idiot. Zayn and Liam were smirking at him on his left side and Sean and Niall burst into a fit of giggles like immature kids.

"Uh, cute".

"How domestic".

"Oh, fuck off" Louis glared at both of them but he could feel his cheeks burning. He did not see that peck coming today.

"An hour later than anticipated but it's finally here. Pizza" Harry came back into the living room with five boxes of pizza.

"You two disgust me" Louis grimaced at his best friends sharing one pizza as if that would be enough for them. "You're not cute".

"You took care of being cute already, so we're covering being disgusting" Zayn bit into his first slice of pizza.

"Actually, I think Niall took care of that" Sean pointed at their friend being covered in tomato sauce from the pizza already.

"How?".

"He eats like a pig. Simple as that" Harry sat down next to him again like everything was still normal and he didn't kiss him.

"Don't insult pigs like that" Liam laughed around his pizza slice.

"Ey, he isn't that bad. Be nice" Sean huffed defensively.

"I am though, Sean. Let them talk. I don't care" Niall raised his head enough to look at Sean. "I only care about my food".

"How can you eat with your entire face?" Zayn was baffled.

"It's called talent".

"A rare talent that isn't shown enough in movies" Sean brought them back to the optic of the movie they just watched. "I don't think that singer would be able to eat with his whole face".

"He's probably busy with being a toxic asshole to his partner as soon as the movie ends" Zayn threw in casually.

"I'm afraid you could be right, Joey. You tend to be right" Louis eyed him carefully but he looked relaxed and alright.

"Not about everything but most of the time, yeah".

"Was Max like that movie guy when you met? I mean, did he act like someone else to impress you?" Niall hooked curiously.

"In a way, yes. But isn't that normal for toxic people? To only show these parts of themselves when they already have you? I never heard of anyone being toxic from the get-go and getting anywhere with that" Zayn thought out loud. "But I fear that can work too because people tend to overlook those obvious red flags through their rose-coloured glasses and shrug them off as quirks".

"I can't say I know if you're right or wrong. I never had a toxic partner luckily" Sean pursed his lips in thought.

"Me neither" Niall and Liam mumbled tentatively.

"Well, I did" Louis found himself saying just as Harry was saying the exact same thing, obviously referring to Jake.

"You did?" Sean hooked alarmed when he saw Zayn and Liam looking at him in pure shock. Louis never talked about him.

"Yeah, I ...".

"You had a toxic boyfriend?" Harry shifted around to face him, sounding confused and maybe even hurt in an odd way.

"I wouldn't really call it a boyfriend but there was someone. I just tend to forget about him when I talk about past relationships, so that's why I never mentioned him" Louis explained mainly to him because he didn't want Harry to think he was still keeping secrets from him. He genuinely didn't think about that guy often.

"But you would classify it as toxic" Harry had a cute little frown on his face and Louis wanted to kiss it better but he resisted.

"Yes because he was a toxic person. His name was David and I met him at Uni. He was overall a bad influence but I didn't care. I was aware of his toxicity and just went with it. I let him drag me down because I was unhappy with my life anyway. A part of me wanted to get kicked out of Uni through him, so that I didn't have to drop out by myself and admit defeat but it didn't work" Louis chose to tell him everything, only slightly aware of the others listening as well. "When my mum got sick, I ... I just left without telling him and he didn't really care, so I didn't feel bad. He had a new boyfriend a day later, so I don't count him. He wasn't important like Luke and Zayn although I was never in love with them. I just ... This wasn't anywhere as bad as your past relationship, so I never brought ...".

"You never brought it up because you're you" Harry grabbed his hands carefully. "You know what? Screw him. Screw him for being careless and screw him for not appreciating you. Screw him for trying to replace you after one day. It probably made him realise pretty fast that you're irreplaceable. You deserve better than that".

Although Louis was hypnotised by Harry's emerald green eyes, he could still see Sean and Niall making some hand and head movements at Zayn and Liam from their seat in the armchair. It looked like they were signalling them to leave or something.

"So do you, Haz" Louis traced his thumb over Harry's finger.

"I think I found ...". Before Harry could finish his sentence, his phone lit up with a new message, that made him fall silent. "Oh".

"What is it, Haz?".

"Everything alright, H?".

Yeah, it's just ..." Harry seemed to collect his thoughts, facing the room now. "I got a text from an old colleague. He has been doing some digging for me and just found the name of my sister's kidney donor. Or well, the name-like something that person had stated in the documents. It has been an anonymous donation but I couldn't let it rest completely. I'm just very grateful".

"So whatever he found out is enough for you now?" Sean hooked interested. Louis was on the edge of his seat by now.

"Yes, it's enough for me" Harry nodded absent-mindedly. "But I still don't get why they never stepped forward. I've met many men and women who donated and wanted others to know and ... it's just a little bit odd but not in a bad way. Just odd".

"What's odd is that you didn't tell us the name yet" Niall noted matter-of-factly. "Who was it?".

"You really don't have to share that with us because we don't need to know" Zayn interjected strained.

"But I wanna share this with you, guys. You're my family" Harry proved again how adorable he was. "His name is William T.".

"I wonder what that T stands for"Niall mused pensively.

"Obviously for his last name, dumbnut" Sean slapped him against the back of his head. "Maybe Thomas or Taylor or Turner or Thompson or T ...".

"We'll never know but you said it doesn't matter, right?" Zayn interrupted him tensely. "I'm happy for you, H".

"Thanks. It's nice to kind of have a name for the person who saved her life. Even if I'll never be able to thank him" Harry appeared to be lost in thoughts, tracing his fingers over his phone.

"Such a great discovery is the perfect reason to leave, don't you think, lads?" Liam stood up from the couch hastily. "I'm sure he'll need to let that information sink in for now ... without us".

"You're right, Lima. And it's late anyway. We should go home for the night. With that delicious pizza in my tummy, I'm set to fall asleep any second" Niall untangled himself from Sean.

"Is that alright with you, H?" Sean checked concerned.

"Sure. I think I really need a moment to myself" Harry smiled at his friend gratefully. "Get home safe, yeah?".

"I'll text you as soon as we're inside" Sean assured him, hugging him quickly before hugging Louis next. "Take care, Tommo".

Giving Harry a moment to himself, Louis walked them to the door but regretted it when Zayn pulled him to the side. "Are you gonna tell him? I don't think he knows or suspects anything".

"If he asks me directly, I won't lie but I won't bring it up myself. You know I don't wanna talk about it. It's nothing" Louis answered as quietly as possible, hearing Niall and Sean leave in the background.

"You know it's not, especially not to him, Tommy" Zayn countered.

"Exactly and I need things to stay exactly like they are. No hero worship for me. I did nothing" Louis' mind was set on keeping this to himself in hopes things wouldn't change between them. "And now you should go home. It's dark already and you're too pretty to be out there this late, Joey".

"He's not by himself though. I'll look after him" Liam wrapped his arms around Zayn's waist from behind. "And Louis, you better tell him before he finds out on his own and is gonna be mad at you".

"There is nothing to tell. I didn't do anything special" Louis insisted stubbornly, knowing he wasn't helping his case like usual.

"You really are one of a kind, Louis. But your stubbornness and unwillingness to see how great you are will be the death of you sooner or later" Liam dropped his chin onto Zayn's shoulder, who only nodded along. "And I really thought you finally saw ...".

"I do. I see it" Louis cut him off tensely. "But this has nothing to do with our feelings. This is complicated enough without that extra pressure on him to feel obligated to like me for that".

"That's what you think would happen?" Zayn's face fell and Liam frowned as deeply as never before.

"I ..." Louis' throat felt so dry. "Why else would he like me? Why else would he choose me then when he didn't until now?".

"Sometimes I wanna grab you and shake you until you see how amazing you are. You're a catch inside and outside and the real question shouldn't be why he would like you, Tommy. But why you can't see that he already does? Or why your mind tries to sabotage this when I know you can see it? Don't let those voices ruin ...".

"I'm trying, okay?" Louis felt the need to cut open his own head and tear his doubts out. "I'm trying but this isn't easy for me".

"We know that. We only want you to let yourself get loved by a guy, who really seems to like you the way you are" Zayn tapped his nose to make him smile, succeeding like every time.

"And to not sabotage yourself and cause more problems that aren't really there" Liam added cutely. "Please, just talk".

Knowing they were right, Louis nodded weakly. "Okay".

"Only good things are coming from the truth".

Louis wasn't so sure about this but he decided to have faith in his best friend's wise words. With Zayn and Liam gone, he was alone with Harry. The girls were with Maeva's best friend Aurelia, so he had no excuses left. Except for Harry needing time alone. That's why he went upstairs into his attic bedroom and rummaged through his stuff until he found what he had been looking for.

In the silence of the attic Louis heard him before he could make his presence known but he startled anyway when Harry cleared his throat to announce his arrival. And maybe, only maybe, did he drop his organ donor card on purpose. Maybe he dropped it for Harry to pick it up and realise what it was, full name clearly visible on the card. Maybe this was his way of telling him the truth when he wasn't able to find the right words to tell him everything.

"It was you" Harry breathed out quietly, clasping Louis' card almost painfully with his hand. "You're William T. T as in Tomlinson".

"Yes, that's me. It was me, Haz" Louis confirmed what he already knew, his voice not more than a strangled whisper.

"You didn't say anything" Harry stated the obvious.

"No" Louis wasn't able to say more, feeling the urge to run and hide but he was fighting against it with all of his willpower.

"Why? Did you not ... How long did you know?" Harry asked with the card still in his hand, his eyes on him unwaveringly.

"I had a suspicion when you told me about her kidney surgery but I wasn't sure. I only knew the woman's first name and it could have been a coincidence. It only really clicked downstairs" Louis wanted to look away but he didn't dare to even blink.

"You didn't say anything," Harry said again but this time with a different question behind his words.

"No".

"Why?".

"You said knowing that name is enough. I didn't feel like I needed to tell you it was me because it doesn't matter. It's nothing" Louis averted his gaze now, really wanting Harry to drop the subject.

"What do you mean it's nothing?" Harry gaped at him in shock but his voice sounded so fond. "You did something truly amazing".

"No, I didn't. Doing this goes without saying ...".

"Seriously?" Harry looked at him in disbelief.

"It doesn't matter, okay? It's no big deal" Louis huffed annoyed.

"If it doesn't matter like you're saying, why are you keeping it a secret? Why are you scared of this changing something between us? Because that's it, isn't it? I know you, Lou" Harry stepped closer to him now, dropping the card onto Louis' bed.

"Then you should know why I don't talk about it. I did what was right and nothing more. It's really not a big deal. I'm not some kind of hero. I didn't do it to get praised for it afterwards. I don't want you to look differently at me now. I don't want you to put me on some pedestal because I donated a kidney. It was a natural thing for me and nothing special. I don't want ...".

"You are such an amazing human being, Louis" Harry closed the last distance between them but wasn't touching him at all. "And you don't see it. You are so humble and selfless and kind and caring and overall good that it baffles me sometimes although I know that. You don't want to get appreciation for a good thing you did while other good people would love that attention. You are very special, Louis. Whether you want it or not and I won't stop telling you that and treating you that way because that's what you truly deserve. Louis, you are exceptional and this right here means the world to me. You saved my sister's life. Thank you".

"You're welcome" Louis resisted saying it was no big deal this time.

"You dropped it on purpose, didn't you? You wanted to let me know but didn't know how because you don't see it as extraordinary or special, right?" Harry put two and two together. Louis only nodded meekly. "Then I should maybe tell you that a part of me hoped it was you. At least, in my dreams".

"Why would you hope it was me?" Louis didn't understand.

"Because you're remarkable, Louis. But that's also why I didn't even dare to consider you as an option because I couldn't be that lucky, could I?" Harry gnawed on his bottom lip nervously.

"Lucky that your sister's donor is a decent person?" Louis tried to joke because he wanted Harry to relax so badly.

"You're more than a decent person, Lou. I think we just clarified that, didn't we?" Harry smiled crookedly at him for a second. "But that's not what I meant, Lou".

"What did you mean?" Louis hooked bravely, his heart impatient to hear the words he was longing to hear. He needed him to say it first. He needed him to show him this was more than gratitude.

"I didn't dare to consider you as my sister's saviour because I didn't dare to believe I'm in love with literally the kindest person on the planet" Harry risked it all right in front of Louis' eyes. "But looks like I am. What a fateful coincidence. Maybe fate is on our side after all, Lou. Don't you think?".

His heart was pounding so loud that he was barely able to hear anything apart from that but he had heard him loud and clear. He had actually said it and Louis couldn't believe it. He felt weak in the knees and needed to sit down, so that's what he did.

"You're in love with me?" Louis asked somehow disbelievingly, sitting on the edge of his bed. "Are you sure?".

"I am sure, Lou" Harry sat down next to him, still not touching him anywhere. "I am madly, deeply and hopelessly in love with you and I needed you to know that it's not just gratitude".

Louis didn't know what to say or what to do. He knew it wasn't typical for Harry to make a move on anyone, so this was special. They were special. He was apparently special to him. And not just because of that kidney donation to Abby six years ago today.

"I'm in love with you too, Haz" Louis found his voice again timidly, reaching for Harry's hand in question. "I have been for a while".

"Really?" Harry looked and sounded genuinely surprised to hear that, which only confused Louis big time. How did he not know that already? Louis thought Harry had been sure of this. Them.

"Yes? I thought you knew that".

"No, I didn't. I hoped but I couldn't know for sure. I mean, we had our moments here and there but nothing ever came out of them and that was fine but ... I thought maybe you only see me as a friend or maybe you'd even want to but couldn't possibly ...".

"Then why did you tell me ...?".

"I needed you to know that you're loved for who you are" Harry grabbed his still-offered hand, clutching it tightly. "I know you have your moments of serious doubt but you are lovable, Louis".

"So are you, Haz. Don't think I didn't hear you almost saying that I maybe couldn't possibly be in love with you" Louis shifted on the bed until he was sitting cross-legged with Harry facing him and their hands joined in the middle. "I am completely in love with you".

"Really?" Harry started beaming blissfully.

"Really and it scared the shit out of me. I was so convinced that we could never work because of our money imbalance and our different social circles and people's expectations and exterior pressure and my daughters and my inability to let good things happen to me without doubting their ...".

"You're rambling in past tense. Does that mean despite all of your fears, doubts and worries you don't think that anymore?" Harry squeezed his hand to stop his rambling, making him look up. "Does that mean you think we could work? Because I do".

"It means that I'm trying. I'm already trying this with you and I'm willing to keep trying even though I'm still worried about some things. I'm still scared you might regret this but I can't stay away from you any longer. I've been dying to kiss you for weeks" Louis admitted fearfully, ready to face rejection or acceptance.

"Then please, for the love of God. Kiss me, Lou. It's all I want".

With a racing pulse and a pounding heart, Louis leaned closer to Harry and finally connected their lips in a long-awaited, highly anticipated kiss. Harry's lips were soft and absolutely perfect just like their simple and innocent first kiss. For a moment, all of Louis' worries disappeared and he felt only happiness. Feeling Harry kissing him back was the best feeling in the world.

"I won't regret it, Lou. Never" Harry smiled into the kiss, making Louis smile as well. For now, he chose to believe him blindly.

"Me neither".

Smiling like idiots made it impossible to actually kiss, which ended in them giggling blissfully. Losing his balance, Harry fell with his back onto the bed and stared up at Louis dopey. Lovedrunk, Louis hovered over him before lying down on Harry's chest to see his reaction. All he saw were starry eyes and endearing dimples.

"Does this mean we're boyfriends now, Lou?" Harry asked adorably, wrapping his arms safely around Louis to keep him close.

Smiling in such happiness, Louis kissed him again, cupping his face with his hands. The kiss deepened a little but was still kept simple and that made Louis' heart feel even warmer. He couldn't really explain it but he loved them like this. Just simply them.

"Yes, we're boyfriends, Haz".

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Wow, a lot of revelations but it finally happened. They kissed!!!

This was the scene that originally kick-started this story, to begin with. Because of this scene, I started writing it way earlier and it changed the former course of the story ... Was it worth it? Did you enjoy it? Will they work out now?