Minishaw

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Short breaths sounded from the couch. A taller blond looked down on a shorter blond who was sleeping soundly curled into the fetal position with a blanket draped over him. The taller smiled sadly, remembering everything they have done together. Ice skating, movies, dinners, cuddling, cooking, sleeping...both kinds. The last thought brought a fond memory to the tall one.
"But Simooooon!"
Simons shorter and younger counter part whined as they walked up the steps to Simon's apartment.
"But Haaaaary!"
Simon mocked Harry's tone which he knew the younger hated.
"Simon Minter stop it."
Harry pouted as his arms came up to cross over his chest.
"So you want me to stop considering fucking you?"
Harry's eyes went wide once the phrase left Simon's mouth and his arms dropped to his sides in favor of closing the door behind him as he chased his boyfriend upstairs.
"Do you mean it? Can we really? We are definitely getting it on tonight!"
The memory left a chuckle on Simon's lips. He wishes every night could be like that, but it couldn't. Simon grabbed his bag that was settled next to his feet and with a quick and quiet
"Goodbye Harold"
He was gone.

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Hell must have frozen over, I uploaded a one shot. Granted it is very short and very crappy but yeah.
12-19-16

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