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"What color are your eyes?" Harry asked as he traced his finger over Louis' sharp cheekbone. "Blue, why?" "Because, I've always wanted to see your eyes Lou. For one day I'd like to get a chance to paint you, and color your eyes the wonderful color they are." Louis smiles pressing a kiss over Harry's heart. "One day H." And he hoped one day Harry really could. ** or the one where Harry is a blind painter, and Louis is his beautiful sweet husband who works with disabled kids everyday. idea credit to : @impexfect2 RUSSIAN TRANSLATION: https://ficbook.net/readfic/5218781 WARNING DEPICTIONS OF BULLYING AND SOME DEPRESSION LIKE THOUGHTS. Copyright © HunterMay18 All Rights Reserved 2016
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