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"I- uh, I came to like, ask if you were ready, Jay- your mum like sent me or something." Harry mumbled, scratching his neck, a habit he had whenever stressed or nervous.

"Oh," Louis barely whispered, "almost done, you can wait here or- uh, like go back or-"

"I'll wait here." Harry answered eagerly.

"Okay."

"So... what are you doing?"

Louis, now turned back to his mirror, looked at Harry through it, seeing the lad sit on his bed, looking back at him. "Just finishing my makeup."

"Oh... cool?"

"I guess."

"You're good at it, the eyelidcolours are pretty... cool?"

"Thanks, Harry." Louis smiled through the mirror.

Harry smiled back, blushing just a little.

After a while, Louis was ready after painting his lips in a light rose, nude tone, which Harry found beautiful, and spraying some Calvin Klein perfume. The two made their way towards the tearoom, which their parents were most likely, walking oddly close together. Their hands sometimes softly touching.

And for the first time in their lifes, they felt something for the other,

other than absolute hatered.

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Hello everybody!

Some questions:
About the chapter:
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(Are they too short/ long/ moving too fast/ moving too slow, ...)
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(Or do you hate them/ not care for them, ...)

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I'm Enma, 18 years old and from the Netherlands/Belgium! Asking you questions because I'd like to know my readers I guess.

Enjoy!
X Emma.