Wild » L.S.

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"Oops!" Harry exclaims as he bumps into Louis, the elder boy's books falling to the ground. Harry straightens out the sleeves of his letterman jacket before crouching down and picking up the books.

"H-Hi," Louis whispers, his delicate fingers grazing Harry's as they both touch the same book. Harry just smiles back and hands him the biology text book.

"Uh, I'll see you later," Harry says once all the books are picked up, standing up straight and walking away with his hands in his pockets.

Louis sighs, brushing his chestnut fringe out of his eyes and walking the other way. Why was he so shy that he couldn't say something? He just wants Harry. He wants the boys arms–which were muscly from playing football and baseball and such–wrapped around him. He wants to feel his full lips against his thin ones. He wants Harry.

He wants the curly boy he's admired from afar since the third grade.