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"Stay?" He questions and I can't really deny him when his eyes are puffy, wide, and pleading. I slide into the bed next to him and wrap my arms around him.

"How was your date?" He asks softly and I snuggle closer to his chest. "Nothing worth talking about," I mutter and leave it at that as I feel Harry's fingers go up to card through my hair.

"Night," he whispers and I smile against the skin of his chest. "G'night," I mutter back and try to think that I'm not imagining the kiss being pressed to my forehead.

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or where louis is depressed and no one knows and harry has loved louis forever but louis doesn't know