happy wasted days, summer’s golden haze
by starryharry (lt2soon) | 21k | HL
“Louis,” Harry whispers. “If you haven’t seen like five other unrelated but completely related movies, some things just aren’t going to make sense.”
Louis gazes at Harry for just a moment longer before whispering, “I guess sometimes things don’t have to make sense.”
Under the blanket, Louis finds Harry’s hand and gently laces their fingers together.
Harry tries not to think too hard about whether or not that makes sense to Louis.
prompt : walking in on someone packing a bag because they were going to leave without saying goodbye
written for the @hlsummerfest2021 ☀️
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