YAY! finally a new story posted by me!!! I know it's been such a long time guys, I'm just really really really busy, but this one is finished so don't even worry about it being abandoned halfway through. yay! I'm so excited for this new story!!
"it's been a while hasn't it?" louis asked entering the kitchen while harry went to the living room.
"that it has. us being busy with the mrs lately. would you blame us?" harry sat down in a single chair.
"wine?" louis asked, walking into the living room.
"i would love some." louis handed harry a glass filled with the red wine before pouring some for himself. he sat down on the love seat that was next to the seat harry was sitting in.
louis and harry clinked their glasses together in a toast before taking a sip.
"so," harry said setting the glass on the coffee table. "speaking of the mrs, how is she? where is she anyways?"
"eleanor's fine, she's currently up in manchester visiting her parents. she'll be back tuesday." louis explained, taking another sip of wine. "and how's alaska?"
"she's well, she's well. she's been accepted into that art school she wanted to go to."
"oh that's great! i'm so glad."
"yeah, me too. now she's there touring the campus. i'm not sure what i'll do without her here." harry said before taking another drink from his glass.
"so you're not going to go to liverpool with her?" louis asked.
"i'm not too sure yet." harry shrugged, taking another gulp. "i would love to go with her but london is where my job is, and my friends. what would i do there? also she'd probably be staying on campus."
"and if you stay here you could just probably take the train to liverpool almost every weekend."
"yeah but i'd still miss having her around though." harry tipped the wine into his mouth and finished the glass. "more wine please?"
"of course."
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Wine Glass. ls
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