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Harry awoke from his slumber, looking outside of his window to see the leaves on the trees falling. It was officially fall for Harry. He missed piling all the leaves in a huge pile and then jumping on them, the last time he'd done it was with Louis. Such a long time ago, but it felt as if it were just yesterday.
Harry poured himself a cup of coffee, making it as sweet as possible. He hated normal black coffee. Harry could feel that his house was a little cold, so he turned on the heater. Waiting for his house to warm up, knowing it would take ages Harry put on some plaid dark brown sleeping pants and a black v neck. He had a blanket wrapped around his body, as he walked down stairs. He turned on his fireplace and walked into his 'office' room. Which was only used for video games, or well, it used to be. He sat on the brown leather couch and turned on his laptop, having to wait no time for it to show up to the password screen. Harry typed in the password, not as quickly as he desired but a good enough time. Harry's always had bad typing experiences, since his hands are so big over the key board. He always used to make Louis type in whatever Harry said, since Louis had smaller hands. Harry typed into his Twitter, laughing at how people still followed him even though he hasn't been on in ages. He got many mentions, saying things like "I remember back in my day when @Harry_Styles and @NiallOfficial were the only ones on Twitter. Now it's just Zayn and Liam."
Harry saw his messages, the question was asked the most: "Was Larry ever real?"
Harry sighed quietly putting his laptop away. How did people still not realize him and Louis had a thing going on for years?
Harry was going to walk upstairs to his room, seeing he basically spent the whole day in his home on the internet.
Until he heard the door knock.
"Coming." Harry said quietly.
Louis POV;
I stood at the door, unsure what to say or do. I told him I was coming back, and I haven't planned what to do.
He opened the door for me and for a second I saw 16 year old Harry. He smiled at me and the wind pushed his curls from his face, and I swear, I saw him. 16 year old happy Harry But then he seemed to notice he was smiling, and stopped. Leaving me disappointed.. "H-hi" I said feeling flustered. "Hi Louis." Harry replied. "Do you want to come in?" Harry asked. "Sure- it's pretty cold out here." Louis replied walking in hearing Harry close the door behind him. "So, what are you doing here- it's not that I want you out- its just that- well- I'm just-" "Harry, I came here because I told you I would." Louis laughed, relived that he wasn't the only one feeling flustered. "Can we please not talk about it-" Harry said not wanting to fight with Louis. "Harry, we're talking about it. I want to um- see." Louis said feeling himself blush. "See what?" Harry asked confused. "Your thighs." Louis replied, his face flushed with embarrassment. "You don't have to feel embarrassed, its not like you've never seen them before." Harry said shrugging before walking up the stairs. Louis face was still red, he was unsure what to do until Harry called after him. "Louis, coming or not?" Harry asked. He obviously didn't want to show Louis his cuts, but Louis just wanted to help Harry.
Harry's POV:
Louis walked up the stairs, joining me. His seemed to be clueless of how to act in this house. It seemed all new to him. Even though it shouldn't.
