Keep Them In Your Mason Jars (I've Come Home) L.S.

NOT MY STORY

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"I saw them there and I wanted to know what they were. I thought they were maybe tea lights or something but there's things written on them. Like middle school and other happy things. Do you collect things?"

"Memories," Louis blurts out, hand so tight on Harry's shoulder his fingers could bruise into him. But he needs something to hold onto in fear he may fall over and pass out if he doesn't. "I collect memories."

But the silence between them is unsettling. As each cold second passes, the thought of Harry shouting out loud that he's a freak is doubling. The thought of Harry running away and never coming back to him again is tripling.

Until Harry speaks. "You have fifty mason jars sitting outside with memories inside them?"

or the high school au where louis believes he can hold memories inside mason jars to last a lifetime, and harry holds both louis and his unique tradition deep in his heart. otherwise known as the mason jar fic.