Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me

Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Feb 9, 2026
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Fanfic
1Direction
Alternate Universe (AU)
LGBTQIA+
Coming Out and Self-Acceptance
Harry is quite sure he's having a heart attack - that must be why his blood is spinning so hastily through his veins. He's practically panting when Louis finally lets go of his lips, fingers still cupped behind his neck, playing with Harry's curls as if he had all the time in the world. "Are you all right there, love?" That's all Louis asks, half a smile tugging the corners of his lips - his cherry, chapped lips. Lips that Harry has just touched with his own. Harry blinks, completely dumbfounded. "All right," it's the only vaguely logical thing coming out of his mouth. Is he in Heaven already? His mouth surely must be. That's what kissing Louis Tomlinson is: absolute, earth-shaking Heaven. His heart won't stop racing, Louis' raspberry lip balm lingering on his tongue. There's a very real possibility Harry won't get over what has just happened any time soon. Or, Harry is new in town and has absolutely no idea what he's doing. Louis is the high school soccer star who knows exactly what he wants to do. For reasons Harry cannot quite understand, he might just be it.
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