Promise Me

Promise Me

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"Can you please take that shit out of your arm?" Harry looked at him inquisitively. "Why the fuck do you do it anyways?" "It's the only thing that can help me now." Or where Harry is starting his first year at University and the little spitfire next door might be more than he can handle.
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"Well, it's not like anyone really RSVPs," Liam defends when Harry turns back to him, "No one takes Facebook events seriously." Harry rolls his eyes, still finding it within himself to get annoyed in his moment of panic. Liam has been complaining about the lack of accountability Facebook events have bred in their generation since their freshman year. Harry glances back to the gallery entrance. Yep, still there and moving closer. "But aren't you guys friends?" Harry asks, trying to convey the urgency in his tone. "Well, I mean, I talk to him when he stops by the office for supplies sometimes," Liam reasons, "But I wouldn't say we're friends, exactly. Maybe more like, friendly acquaintances?" Harry groans. "You're the fucking worst." [or, the liberal arts COLLEGE AU where Harry knows Louis as the best friend of the boy he has been hopelessly in love with for years now and Louis knows Harry as the boy he wished would look away from Zayn long enough to notice him.] all credits to coffeelouis on ao3.

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