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I always miss them, but today especially 💛

Oh no. These Imposter lyrics are too Mates Louis coded for me to survive, I fear

(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Twenty-One)

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“More than sex?”

“Like, you know... like, feelings and things.”

Harry bites down on a grin. “Oh, like feelings.”

“Don’t.”

“You’re so adorable, Lou.”

“Stop.”

“Sorry,” Harry says, but his dimples beg to differ. “M’stopping.”

Crying over low resolution pictures on a crowded train from Nottingham to London, full of new nerves and so much excitement and all of the massive uncertainty of what’s ahead.

(Babes in Boyland, Chapter July)

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Happiness is such a strange thing.

There are days when it looks like kissing in a thunderstorm and letting the rain soak through your suit because the most beautiful boy in the world has just promised to love you for the rest of your life.

And there are days when it looks like this.

“You’re in a good mood,” Louis smiles against Harry’s cheek, and Harry nods.“I like you in a good mood.”

“Well,” Harry whispers.“Then, I have good news. I’m in a very good mood. And you can have me.”

(Babes in Boyland, Chapter October)
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“I’d like a kiss,” he says on the way to the tube as they’re leaving Sarah’s. And Louis drags him close, lips soft and warm and exactly where Harry wants to end his night. “Thank you,” he grins.

“Now I’d like another.”

(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Fourty-Nine)

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“You won’t pin this on me,” Louis snorts. “If I’d had my way with you last night, you’d be too wrecked to even get words out this morning. I did you a kindness.”

“Fuck,” Harry swallows against the blush he can feel blooming up his neck. “Don’t be sexy right now. Everything hurts.”

Harry’s nose scrunches up as they blush and shove Louis away playfully with a roll of their eyes.

“Of course. Silly me.”

(Babes in Booyland, Part IV: Summer, June)

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„I mean,” Harry goes on, lowering their voice even further. “I know we’re not meant to feel competitive with other adopters, but it’s hard not to sometimes, isn’t it?”

“Oh, but Hazza, you’re forgetting,” Louis tells them, leaning right into their ear. “We’re the best people here.”

(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Thirty-Three)

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“No,” Harry’s quick to shake his head. “No, I’m… I’m happy.”

“Well, then,” Louis lifts a shoulder with a little smile. “Seems we agree.”

So that week, Harry uses his new key more often than he doesn’t.

Monday night, Harry makes him promise to say if he needs a break.

“I’d not have given you a key if I didn’t like having you about.”

“Still,” Harry argues. “I don’t… I mean, I don’t want to squash you.”

“M’not squashed.” Louis squints at him, his brow knitting a moment. “Would you like a break?”

Where do you want to sit?

because I’m scared to lose you.”

(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Fifteen)
(Happy New Year everybody!)

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to know me?” His eyes find Harry’s, “I want you to, Hazza.” Harry tries to breathe. “Fuck… I want it so much. And it’s not like I’m not still terrified I’ll get it wrong, or… or that I won’t be what you hoped. But I can’t bring myself to settle for only having you halfway just

“No,” Louis cuts him off. “No, it’s not been like this for me before.” He worries his lip and looks away with a small nervous laugh. “God, Haz… I wish I had some way to make you know how special you are without just telling you so. To make you believe it. But, like… like, when you tell me you want

(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Thirty-Six)

(technically it’s Louis‘ birthday eve eve today, but I am leaving tomorrow to see family and friends, so there won’t be any quotes until the new year. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year)

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“I really love you a lot,” he blurts out. “Are you having a good birthday eve?”

“I am.” Louis smiles. “It’s the best.”

Harry actually skates forward—like, he pushes off the ice and actually skates for a second—just so he can move in a teeny bit closer to Louis. “I’m so happy I’m here.”

“Just until I fall asleep,” Louis says leaning up to kiss him again. “Just kisses til I fall asleep.”

(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Twenty-Five)

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“Kiss?” Louis begs, and Harry leans in over him and brings their lips together. Louis makes a happy little sound as Harry caresses his cheek. “Another?”

He obliges. It’s so rare he gets him so openly needy like this, and it makes Harry’s heart stutter. “I really can’t stay, Lou.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Harry says. “You’re brave and wonderful and amazing. And if he can’t see that in you, that’s his loss.”

Louis closes his eyes. “I miss you.”

(Of Mates and Men, Chapter Forty-Two)

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Thank you!!

I'm so mad Heated Rivalry is not available in Germany

Zayn’s expression shifts into a proud smile. “See that?” he says. “You’re being strong already.”

(Babes in Boyland, Part III: Spring, March)
💛🤍💜🖤

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“I just… I wanted to, um—” And Harry doesn’t know why they feel like saying this now, except that everything they’re feeling seems to be right on the surface at the moment. “I’m… I’m non￾binary,” they stumble out awkwardly. “He/they. Sometimes. And I just… I guess I just… wanted you to know.”

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Thank you to all the wonderful fic writers for a year full of wonderful stories. You made me feel all the feelings! 💙💚

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