It hit me like a lightning bolt

It hit me like a lightning bolt

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"Want to go back inside?" Louis asks him. No, Harry doesn't. He wants Louis to take his hand and pull him out of here. Maybe to his used, run-down car, where they would get inside and start driving to some unknown destination. Go nowhere and at the same time everywhere, with the windows rolled down and music drifting through the air, getting entangled in their wind-ruffled hair. And then they would kiss and it would feel like freedom and childhood and growing up and shared memories and everything that is sweet in the world. Or Louis would stop the car, hold out his hand with a smile, and ask, "Hey, Hazza. Wanna dance with me?" In his imagination, Harry takes his hand, palm against palm, fingers slotting into place like puzzle pieces. The thought of dancing with Louis sends an ache through his chest. But instead, he just gives Louis, his Lou, a small smile and says, "Yeah, sure. Or the one in which Harry realises he is in love with his best friend which might just destroy (and possibly save) everything.
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"You being in love with me is not a personal issue!" he grew more and more frustrated as he sprinted forward. In a trice, the comforting quietude of their vicinity had switched to something that seemed as haunting as the silence of a grave. "You always had the heart of mine," he heard a murmur so quiet Louis might as well be just speaking to himself. Foreslketown's carnival had been a fest of elation to them as kids. By the time they reached pre-teens, it was an unspoken tradition- attending the last evening of the carnival for the year and watching the lights flicker throughout the night. Until, what used to be a matter of ecstasy abruptly turns into a state of disconsolateness when Louis misses an evening one year, only to find out that- that very evening was supposed to be the last one with Harry, before he moves to Blathe. Being the bearer of this horrifying news, Harry also takes it upon himself to make sure that they don't miss seeing the swirl of flashing lights for the last time. -OR- Harry taps on Louis' window with a sad smile and they sneak into a closed carnival. A starry night of them running around the abandoned premises with their fingers intertwined ensues.

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