Buried in the Spotlight
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Harry sat down after a concert, the crowd's wild applause ringing in his years. He smiled despite his exhaustion.
"Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry!"
He chuckled to himself, clasping his fingers together around the mic. The familiar soft laughter met his ears as he turned to meet the gaze of his bandmate.
Louis's eyes were mesmerizing, Harry wanted to get lost in that beautiful sea and never be found again. Louis's hair, don't even start. Harry just wanted to run his fingers through those smooth locks, feel them tangled around his fingers as Louis bent over him, his lips-
He shook his head, returning to the blue reality, where Louis was just a bandmate...
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