Like We Never Said It (l.s.)

Like We Never Said It (l.s.)

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Louis pushed himself upright reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, dragging it up over his head in one smooth motion. Harry didn't mean to look. But his eyes lifted anyway, catching on the movement before he could stop them. The skin exposed in his hips. The line of Louis's shoulders. The way his hair fell messily back into place when the shirt disappeared. Harry's stomach did a strange little flip. He dropped his gaze immediately, focusing hard on folding his hoodie like it suddenly required his full attention. Across the room, Louis had already noticed. Standing there for a second, t-shirt hanging loose in one hand, watching Harry with quiet amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. Harry finally risked glancing up again, finding Louis was already looking at him. Their eyes met. Louis tilted his head slightly, a faint, knowing smile pulling at one corner of his mouth. He noticed everything and wasn't in any hurry to let Harry pretend otherwise. -------------------------------------------------------------- Harry and Louis' story from the X Factor through One Direction, heartbreak, and their current day solo careers. With a bit of heated rivalry😉 Some loves are loud. Theirs was quiet.
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