So, I just checked the demographics for this story, and I found out that 50% of you guys are in the UK and 50% of you guys are in America.
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Most of you identify as female, 25% identify as male, and 25% prefer not to say.
I can't get the other chart for age here, so I'll just say it.
It's really just half-and-half. 50% of you are 15-18, and the other 50% are (I think)13-15.
Anyways, that was too long, I'm just excited. Here's the story:
The days following their first kiss felt surreal to Harry. The quiet, predictable life he had built in Cloverbrook was now infused with a new sense of excitement and anticipation. Everything felt brighter, more alive—because Louis was now a part of it in a way that Harry had only dared to dream about.
They didn't talk about the kiss much, but they didn't need to. The shift in their relationship was obvious, woven into their every interaction. There was a new rhythm to their days: working side by side in the woodshop, stealing glances and sharing quiet smiles, the comfortable silences now tinged with the electricity of unspoken affection.
Even the simplest things—like brushing shoulders while passing tools or sitting together during lunch breaks—felt charged. Their connection was undeniable, growing stronger with each passing day.
One afternoon, as they were sanding down the last of the café's new tables, Harry found himself glancing at Louis more than usual. There was something about the way Louis moved—his focus, the ease with which he worked—that fascinated him. And then there was the way Louis would occasionally catch Harry looking, smirking playfully in response, making Harry's heart race.
"So," Louis said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I was thinking... what if we took a break from all this?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, pausing in his sanding. "A break?"
Louis nodded, setting his sandpaper down and wiping his hands on a rag. "Yeah. Just for a bit. We've been working non-stop for days. I thought maybe we could spend some time together that doesn't involve wood and sawdust."
Harry chuckled, his interest piqued. "What did you have in mind?"
Louis grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "There's this spot just outside town—by the river. It's quiet, peaceful. I used to go there a lot when I first moved here. Thought maybe we could check it out. You know, if you're up for it."
Harry's heart skipped a beat. Spending time with Louis, away from work, felt like the perfect opportunity to explore whatever was growing between them. "I'd love that," he said, trying to keep the excitement from overtaking his voice.
