summary: Louis sits at his desk now, reclined in his chair with a knee pulled to his chest. His journal sits open against his thigh as he stares outside and watches the dogwoods sway in the wind, lost in thought about this life he's fallen into and never imagined for himself even a year ago. Harry pulls him from his daydream when he leans over his shoulder to kiss his jaw, handing off a mug of steaming tea, made just the way Louis likes. It's so thoughtful and kind, but Louis knows Harry doesn't think about these things, just does. He does them because he loves Louis, loves him despite his shit everywhere that makes their (their) flat messier than Harry would like, despite Louis' odd hours he keeps now that he's onto his next novel.
Louis takes a careful sip of his tea, the steam rising to his face, and writes.
your heart has always been my home
Or, Louis spends a lifetime trying to find the words to describe how Harry makes him feel.
rating: mature
trope: strangers to lovers
my rating: 10/10
my thoughts: it's so cute, i love it. it was really soft and idk but i loved it. for a second i really thought it was going to be a sad ending but it's a happy ending so 😩😩 anyways read it besties
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