A Boat on the Ocean
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"What about you Louis?" Harry asks Louis. He's just finished telling him about the new piano he'll be getting soon.
"I don't like to talk about myself." Louis states bluntly.
"Why not?" Harry questions. Louis turns his head to look at Harry. He examines him carefully, studying his jaw and cheekbones, his lips, his nose. He looks at his chin and his eyes and his ears. Every feature on his face, Louis just seems to soak up.
"Too many people don't care enough. They simply ask me what I'm like out of politeness instead of curiosity." Louis speaks carefully. It's almost as if he says one wrong word he will be scolded or taken away.
"I care." Harry says.
"I know you do Harry." And with that last sentence being said, Louis gets up and disappears into the night.
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