1 capítulo Concluído Harry didn't want to sit and wait for Louis to text him. He didn't want to check his phone over and over, minute after minute, but he did. Harry grieved for the living. Louis and Harry had been in contact via text and the occasional call on and off for the past three years. They would meet for tea when Louis came to Holmes Chapel to visit friends and family. They would sneak visits together in the abandoned studio late at night to be together. "One last time" they would tell each other between stolen kisses and heated but tender touches.
When Harry came home and told his sister of the beautiful boy with snowflakes in his hair and cold on his cheeks, Gemma had warned him not to tell anyone. It wasn't that Harry wouldn't be accepted for liking a boy, but it would make his life difficult in the little town of Holmes Chapel. His sister told him that he should keep Louis a secret, keep him to himself so that their mother wouldn't have another thing to worry about when she already had the messy divorce on her hands. Harry had thought Gemma was right, he kind of fell in love with the idea of keeping Louis to himself, it would be their little secret. Harry told Louis the next time he visited Holmes Chapel the following month.
