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Why was 6 afraid of 7?

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Because 7,8,9.

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I LAUGHED BC I COULDN'T THINK OF A JOKE THATS HOW BAD MY BRAIN IS ATM.

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1 Month Later.

"Oi! You still texting that boyfriends of yours? I feel like he's stealing NY spot as your favorite person Lou!" Niall yelled, throwing a goldfish at tiny Louis, and faking a crying face.

"Niaaaall," Louis dragged out, "You know I love you forever and ever! And Harry's not even my boyfriend yet!" He argued.

"Right, okay, so be just takes you on a bunch of dates the past month, kisses you whenever he has the chance, and called you 'baby' and you say you're not boyfriends!"

Louis just blushed and looked down at this phone, ignoring Niall. So what if Harry and him showed extend effection towards each to her this past month?

"I'm going out Niall, I'll see you later." Louis dismissed.

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Harry. walked around the roads of London, thinking about the small boy he's grown fond of. He was literally perfect in every way, whenever he would play truth or darw games with his friends growing up, they would talk about their dream girlfriend, how hot they would want them to be, what size boobs would be ideal, but Harry was never into that. He would always say to his mum, "I want to marry a cute boy when I'm older who will always love me and has a nice smile." And giggle after, just imagining the thought of that even happening making him feel squirmish. He's always wanted love, and he wants it with Louis.

The boy in the glasses.