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Love You Goodbye
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Ongoing, First published Aug 03, 2018
"You want me to what now?"  I puzzled.

                          Harry rolled his eyes, as if I just asked the stupidest question ever. "I want you..." Harry slowly stepped closer, the water around him rippling until his arms caged me against the pool edge. "... to get naked."  He murmured into my ear.  


What the heck?

                           I bursted out laughing, clutching my stomach as tears formed in my eyes. "-oh god, ouch," I gasped for air. "Was that you trying to be sexy?" Oh god that was so typical. His face was straight and showed no trace of humour what so ever. 
                          I wiped an escaped tear at the corner of my eye. "Ah Styles, that only works in books, and we-", I pointed between us for emphasis, "- are not book characters that end up with a happily ever after." I poked his cute nose. Before I could poke it again, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me against his bare wet chest.

                          My smile immediately drops as I marvelled the green in his eyes, his gaze dropped down to my lips. "But what if we are?" 

                           Before I get a chance to speak, his lips crashed into mine.
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"Hey," Louis cradled Harry's face. "Why are you crying?" Harry fell into the touch with a slow sigh. "Because I feel like it's the ugly part that nobody should see. You don't see that kinda stuff in romance books or movies, because it's just...ugh, too mundane? We're not like fighting, we're not making it better, we're not even romanticising it, which hello, credit?" Louis chuckled at that. "It's supposed to be a montage," Harry sighed. "Like look it's great until it isn't but even then it's still great and better than anything you have because we've got really hot people to play it out." "You're pretty hot to me," Louis whispered with a definite smirk. "Shut up, I'm an ugly crier," Harry sniffled. Small smile tugging at his lips. /// This part of the story is Harry-centred. More of his story and struggles. The timeline is intertwined with Dirty Talk, so read it first!