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waterlogged ~ lirry.

waterlogged ~ lirry.

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He was always drawn to the water, it distracted him from his awful past. It was like a whole different world below the surface and knowing that there were things that people, scientists especially, didn't even know about fascinated harry from a young age. He thought that maybe he'd be one of the people to go and explore the underwater world, making new discoveries and finding new answers to questions that he didn't even know he had. And maybe Liam was intrigued by his interest in the water, or maybe it was the boy's eyes that caught his attention, but Liam would never ever admit that. Not in a million years.
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.

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