There's a boy sitting on the branch. Harry's sure he's a real, live boy, not a pretend one. Only- he doesn't look like any boy Harry's seen before. Because he glows. His skin looks like there's a gentle light coming out of it, and if Harry squints- are those colours on the boy's skin? Harry suddenly thinks, looking at him, that he looks just like the sky. [louis is a fallen star and harry brings him home. told over the course of fourteen years.] This is not my work the author of this is tinyweirdloves on archive of our own. All the credit goes to her!! Simply posting for the Wattpad community 😊 link to her page here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3724387/chapters/8251465
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