fate | l.s

fate | l.s

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Harry walked quickly down the well-known sidewalk, pulling his scarf around his face and his jacket closer to his body. He passed a few people in a hurry, his wide eyes anxious with worry. Harry took another step, slipping on ice that began to thicken on the sidewalk and created sudden hazard. Harry looked up from the floor, wincing slightly and shaking his curls out of his eyes and blinked quietly. "Are you okay?" A gruff voice grumbled and wrapped a warm hand around Harry's own, pulling him up from the ice that covered the sidewalk Harry's cheeks grew warm, his pale skin bound to be growing warm against the cold and tinging his cheeks and rosy color. "U-Uhm... Thank you..." He whispered. ••• Some people think it's fate that brings them to meet someone. Whether it's a friend, or the love of your life. They believe that they ran into that person for a reason. ••• Harry believes in fate. Louis doesn't. He doesn't believe in fate, or true love, or anything of the sort.
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@LilSan14 asked me to write a story where Harry meets Louis often on a train and falls in love with him from the way he acts, the books he reads, and what he writes. Well, I must have been tired as hell when I read that because I switched it up. She's okay with that. ❤ Louis likes to observe. Beautiful things. Lately, that's a stranger on the train. He's absolutely fascinated by the man. He would dream to talk to him. He doesn't do that. He doesn't talk to anyone. This story is written as Louis' inner dialogue. The things he thinks, and how he thinks it. You know what I mean when you read it. ❤ Purely fictional, some light smut warning.

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