Laces // L.S short story

White, Mint, And Saffron

When words become gestures

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Louis wanted to talk; but he didnt.

Harry just still stood, in his tight tights, black shoes with white laces, and white blouse.

"Do you want to go away?" Louis spoke, hopeful.

"I can't." Harry answered.

"Why not?" Louis wanted to go away, but certainly not alone.

"The show has to go on." It became apparent to Harry that his stomach hurt, he felt weak too. It didn't matter. He was just getting skinnier.

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Louis didn't speak again; he and Harry were in the same place, just standing, not looking at eachother. Harry watched as Louis turned around.

Green eyes met blue.

Louis was bleeding, so, so much. He couldn't seem to care. It didn't matter. He didn't matter.

The two boys stood. "Can I kiss you?" Harry questioned, Louis nodded

Harry walked up to him, slowly, taking in each of his features. He decided that the smaller boy was to die for. His prominent cheek bones were gorgeous, and his blue eyes were magical. Everything about him was so intriguing.

Their lips touched.

Sparks flew.

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It was months since their meeting. They were now going out, they tended to each others needs, and were there when they needed a hand.

There were a few problems.

Not a few.

Many problems.

Louis talked too much; He couldn't help it. It annoyed Harry.

Harry was closed off, despite everything occurring; The show had to go on. It irked Louis.

Even with all of that, they were together.

Only if he could have noticed.

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