Bunny - l.s.

How do you recognize love when you're so little? Is the constant need for each other, the longing to be wrapped up in each other's arms, and the magnetic click you make when you touch, love? Or is it just cordiality. And what about when those feelings that started when you were just six or eight, become something more? Something intriguing? Something confusing? Something sensual? Is that still cordiality? What are you suppose to do when you look at the closest friend you've ever had, the only person who knows you better than yourself, and start to question what it would be like to kiss them? To touch them? To feel them? And what about the moment you realize it's not just cordiality? What do you do then?

Or an a.u. where Harry's just a baby when he first meets Louis, the shy boy who asked to sit next to him on the bus, and doesn't realize that constantly holding his hand and cuddling with him at night may be something more than platonic.

As this book follows the six and eight year old Harry and Louis all through their elementary school, middle school, and high school years, it shows their growth in questioning just what those butterflies in their stomachs mean.

TW// starvation, absent parents, parental abuse