bad boys (l.s.)

eighteen.

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Harry met up with Louis outside of his house that morning.

"We can walk. Follow me." Harry smiled, and Louis snaked his arm around Harry's waist, while Harry threw his arm around Louis' shoulders.

After about a half hour of walking, they came to a park. Louis looked confused for a moment before realizing that this was the place. "It's where I go to think." Harry explains, plopping down in the middle of the flower-filled field. "And makes flower crowns." He added, and Louis chuckled before sitting down next to Harry.

"Why'd you take me here?" Louis asked, and Harry took a deep breath. "N-no one knows ab-about it. Except f-f-for yo-ou." Harry stutters, and Louis takes his hands. "Hey hey shhh." Louis says, rubbing his thumb over the top of Harry's hand. "I guess I'm j-just nervous." Harry whispers, and Louis nods.

"There's no reason to be nervous around me." Louis says, and Harry nods.

"Thank you for bringing me here. It's beautiful." Louis says, looking around, before brushing his hand over the grass. "Yeah." Harry says.

They stayed out in the field nearly all day, talking, or just being together. Louis didn't need anything more than this.