"i hope i haven't said too much, i guess i always push my luck when i'm with you."
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his apartment was warm, it was late yet the fireplace seemed to illuminate his features.
call me cliche, i wouldn't deny it.
cream colored walls, and old records.
a faint smell of chocolate.
just as you would expect.
a perfect boy, with a perfect life.
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pumpkin spice | l.s
Fanfictionin which harry notices louis sitting alone at a table with tears in his eyes and brings him a pumpkin spice latte after his shift. lowercase intended!
