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tired tired sea visuals; a thread
“You have a big book selection, and that fireplace is great.” His eyes widen earnestly as he takes in the room. “I’m a bit surprised,” he admits.
“Are we going up there?” he asks, pointing towards the top of the tower.
“‘Course we’re going up there.” Louis smiles widely. “After you,” he says, a bit mischievously.
“‘Course we’re going up there.” Louis smiles widely. “After you,” he says, a bit mischievously.
“I like the darkness of the sea, the strength of the waves. I like the sound they make, muted through the lantern room windows, late at night when I’m reading.”
“Been here ever since. Got Clifford right before moving ‘cause my mum was scared I’d get lonely and we’ve been living in bliss for a few years now.”
“This is one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen!” Harry says, eyes never leaving the sky.
Louis feels his face soften into a small smile. “Have you never seen northern lights before?”
Louis feels his face soften into a small smile. “Have you never seen northern lights before?”
“Louis leads them down the cliffs towards the beach. The sun is shining through the clouds, a surprisingly clear and crisp winter day he would hate to waste inside.”
“On Friday night, Harry shows up to join Louis on top of the tower with a scrabble box tucked under his arm and two mugs of tea.”
“I want to stay here on the beach and watch the sunrise with you.”
“Done,” Louis replies.”
“Done,” Louis replies.”
“He watches Harry becoming smaller and smaller and smaller, until he’s but a dot on the horizon, until Louis can’t see him at all, until he’s finally truly left.”
“I’m fighting for your kind of quiet”
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read it if u haven’t it’s the best fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/19277764/chapters/45847267
