They were 2 years and 4 years old, their mothers best friends and they spended alot of time togheter. Harry wasn't able to walk properly or talk properly but that didn't matter. They just played with the cars and stuffed animals. And Louis drawed stupid little lines who made nothing on paper but still alot. He gave his drawings to his mummy cause his mother meant the world to him. And Harry just looked at Louis drawing. Making blue lines and red lines and green lines. And Louis saved them in his mind. Blue, red, green. Harry only stared with his innocent green eyes, playing with this blue car. And after the day Harry tried to draw like Louis. And his mother glued that in a little book with alot of pages named 'Diary'. Even though Harry didn't knew what that meant.
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'Diary'
FanfictionThat night he wrote in his 'Diary'. He wrote it black on white cause he never wanted to forget this feeling. A warm feeling of love in his stomach. The feeling of that. "I love Louis" /// one shot
