Harry strided across the street with his head down. He didn't want anyone to notice him. Putting on an old fashioned sunglasses and a surgical mask, his curly hair tucked in a peaked cap, a plain black jacket and a pair of baggy jeans hanging on his frame, no one could recognise Harry but him. A guy leaning against the window of a shop caught his eyes. The surgical mask on his face sold him out.
“Lou!”, he whisper- shouted. The guy looked up and Harry could see his eyes crinkle behind the sunglasses. He deattached himself from the glass and jogged to Harry. “Hey Hazza.”, he greeted softly - like a kitten - and looped his arm around Harry's. His heart melted upon hearing his voice. Harry pulled his hand out of the jacket pocket so his fingers traced along Louis’ sweater to his palm, intertwining with his.
The act put a shade of pink on Louis’ cheek even after a million times. “Where are we going today?”, he asked.
“Somewhere we can be together.”, Harry raised their glued hands to his mouth, the other hand pulling down the surgical mask, and left a kiss on the back of his hand.
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Larry One Shots (Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)
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