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TWO.

“Where are all of the toys?” Louis said, checking the closet. “Where are them? I want to play with them, Haz.”

Harry watched Louis doubtful, not able to process anything.

“Harold, tell me where the hell did you put the toys I want to— oh,” Louis interrupted himself, picking up from the floor of the closet a doll, an old Gemma’s doll.

“Hello Daisy, remember me?” Louis said, smirking, “You are going to die!!!” he took the doll’s head and ripped it off, laughing like a maniac, jumping and smiling.

Louis drop the doll and took a teddy bear, if he remembered, it was one of the many teddy bears Harry used to have.

He ripped of the teddy bear, making all the stuff inside pop out and he started to throw it up in the air, shouting and jumping, full of joy.

Harry was mesmerized, frozen in his head, looking while Louis kept throwing stuff in the air, making everything seem like fake snow falling from the ceiling.

“I must be dreaming,” Harry said in a low voice to himself. He must be dreaming, right? It have been, what? Twenty years? Years more, years less. He couldn’t believe it.

“Where are the rest of the toys? Where’s the truck and the car and action—,”

“They are gone,” Harry answered Louis. “They are not here anymore; I’m grown up.”

“Grown up?” Louis asked, turning to see Harry.

“Yeah,” Harry said, still shocked.

“Grown. Up.” Louis said that to himself, trying to understand. Harry nodded, confirming him.

A smirk started to appear on Louis’ face, a familiar face. Harry remembered, of course he did. That smirk, was a mischievous smirk.

Louis took then Harry’s wrist, leading them outside Harry’s room.

“Louis, wait,” Harry tried to say, but it was worthless.

Louis was walking fast, even running, still gripping Harry’s wrist in his hand, both of them going downstairs, almost tripping by the hurried pace of the blue eyed boy.

“Wait, I have something for you Haz,” Louis stopped, looking at Harry. Harry turned his face to watch Louis, waiting. Harry remembered Louis’ eyes, but to have them in front of them one more time, those immense blue eyes, was unbelievable.

Just then, Louis licked his fingers and traced them down Harry’s cheek.

“Got you!!” Louis said, laughing his arse off, jumping away from Harry, opening the door of the front house to go outside.

Harry rolled his eyes, letting Louis’ saliva stay there, since he didn’t have any t-shirt to clean himself.

“Louis stop,” Harry whispered, going outside too, looking for Louis.

“Oh Harry, come on! Do it for the old times,” Louis tried to convinced Harry, pouting his lips as he stared at Harry.

“What are you even going to do?” Harry asked.

“Just watch, curly,” Louis said.

Then, Louis started walking through the front yard, stepping on the just mowed lawn. “Oh, there is it,” Louis spoke bringing Harry’s attention to him. Louis got his shoes full of mud, fresh wet mud. Of course, the mud would fall off if Louis stepped in the shoes again, so he had to return to the inside of the house on his hands, upside down.

 Finally, reaching the living room, Louis let himself stand up properly over the white cleaned carpet of the living room. Good lord, Gemma would yell at him in the morning for that.