INT. LIVING ROOM - 11:56 PM
[LOUIS paces back and forth. He looks up at the front door routinely, waiting for HARRY to walk through it]
LOUIS: (to himself) "Come on, Haz."
[The door clicks and LOUIS spins around to face it. A mop of purple hair appears first. LOUIS sighs as HARRY tilts his head up. He runs to the man and wraps his arms around him. HARRY sways slightly]
YOU ARE READING
your touch kept me sane | l.s.
أدب الهواة"I love you so much. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Do you know that?"
