Baby I'm Perfect For You

Louis Tomlinson, by any means is not a sap (even though he has proved himself wrong more than a few times in the past hour). But when their hands do touch, he feels sparks dancing between them, and he is almost sure that New Year has come early, because all Louis can hear is fireworks bursting in his stomach, his ears, his head, everywhere in his body, sending a warm tingling sensation right down to his toes. His head is slightly clouded with Harry's sweet, sugary smell, which seems to have gotten stronger. Louis is pretty sure his jaw is hanging open. He looks away from their joint hands and towards Harry, and judging from his shocked face he quite possibly might have felt that too.

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Louis Tomlinson is hopelessly gone for Harry Styles, but he already has a soulmate.....or does he?
a fic with a hella lot of pining and tooth rotting fluff