i fell in love in 1914 ~ l.s

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Deticated to miss DallasLarry28, also known as Maya/wurmpie. I wrote this while talking to her and it reminds me of our (sappy) conversation.

~ Harry ~

We walk inside the building after telling the guards who I am. My fear is forgotten as soon as I see Thomas.

"Harry!" He greets me. He walks up to me and he smiles as he places his hand on my shoulder.

"Hello." I say awkwardly, not making direct eye contact.

He laughs and asks: "how are you?"

"Uhm 'm fine." I mumble. I can't help but feel uncomfortable. Thomas is really nice, I'm just too awkward for social interaction.

"You're not going to introduce me? Then I'll do it myself, I suppose." Louis says while stepping closer to Thomas. "I'm Louis Tomlinson, I work for Harry to give him an endless amount of cuddles and quotes."

Thomas laughs, already intrigued by Louis' charms. "I'm Thomas Styles, I work for Harry to give him protection and love." He jokes.

Louis scoffs. "Protection and love? So basically cuddles, which is what I said. Do you got any quotes?" He asks with his chin up.

Normally Louis' behaviour wouldn't be accepted, but Thomas is really nice. I think Louis is good at reading people, or he's just too confident.

"I'm afraid not, you mean like quotes from writers and poets, right?" He asks.

"Yes, have you read Peter Pan?" Louis asks.

"I know the story, but we weren't talking about him." Thomas says. He looks confused, but interested in the boy that talks about Peter Pan.

"We weren't?" Louis asks. "I think we were, you just weren't paying attention."

Thomas gapes a little at Louis before laughing. He turns to me and says: "I like him."

It shouldn't make me jealous, but it does.

"I know, I'm very charismatic." Louis says.

Thomas laughs again and I decide that this is enough. "We're actually here because the trenches are being attacked by mortars and it almost killed me." I say, just to ruin the mood.

Louis smile fades because of my words and Thomas stops laughing.

"Well then, I'm happy you two are safe now, let's get you a room."

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I'm laying in Louis' bed. We both have our own bed but we do share a room. Not that I hoped to share a bed, I just thought about it.

Louis is inspecting the room and I think about what he said before.

"Cuddles and quotes, huh?" I look at him. "More like an awful amount of quotes and a serious lack of cuddles."

Wow, I'm bold. I'm proud of what I said until he turns around and we make eye contact. I blush and look down. I instantly regret it. This is the reason why I should stay quiet, I only embarrass myself.