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April is ✍️ ✨️GIR✨️
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She/Her ✨ 27✨ LilyBlue28 on AO3✨️ Find Me In The Wildflowers ✨️ One Half of Rail💙✨️
*shrug* I have opinions that would get me canceled
March 10, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Stop teasing me lol
March 7, 2025 at 2:54 PM
Thank you!!
March 5, 2025 at 1:35 PM
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March 5, 2025 at 5:27 AM
BYE. I'm gonna go cry now!
March 4, 2025 at 3:46 PM
🥺🥺 this made my heart happy. Thank you for still being here and still reading 💙
March 4, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Thank you 💙💙
March 4, 2025 at 5:50 AM
💙💙 it's so nice to be able to give a little again
March 4, 2025 at 5:50 AM
The world is not, but maybe I am 💙
March 4, 2025 at 5:40 AM
there in the inbetween. He and Harry and the two phantom dimples floating somewhere between near and far, healed and broken, then and now.

On the edge and already over the line.

At least they had a few more minutes left on this call.
March 4, 2025 at 5:29 AM
need the aftercare then."

"Now who's being cheeky?" Louis teased, even though his heart did a small dip at the insinuation Harry was making—at the admission that was the boy's next hurdle to overcome.

Harry humored Louis' attempt with a dimpled smile again, and it was a strange moment they shared
March 4, 2025 at 5:29 AM
stupid time zones, and stupid internal clocks, and stupid time itself for stretching on too far and erasing way too much way too quickly from what once was.

"You'll call tomorrow, yeah?" Harry asked suddenly without moving.

"Course," Louis said immediately.

"Good," Harry murmured. "Think I might
March 4, 2025 at 5:29 AM
Woke up the next day, but for now, Louis just watched as the last of Harry that existed before all of that slowly unraveled, bleeding into the icy bath below.

He was both the most familiar this way, and the closest to being a stranger than he'd ever been since he WAS a stranger.

And Louis hated
March 4, 2025 at 5:29 AM
Those months ago. He'd trained hard, fighting through the end of his music career, the end of a few business deals gone wrong, the end of the 1D era. Harry trained through all of it, and now it was all over.

Louis was certain that tomorrow Harry would be nursing more than physical wounds when he
March 4, 2025 at 5:29 AM
Knuckle grip Harry had on one side of the ice bath, and the small knick of angry red on the curve of his bottom lip. Evidence of a soreness that was planted in deeper gardens started to come up as the murky water of the temporary relief began to wear off.

Harry had done what he'd set out to do all
March 4, 2025 at 5:29 AM
The tattoos littered across both of his arms, and the smattering of wirey hair across his chest. His mustache was unruly, like his furrowed eyebrows and windblown hair.

The deeper set pains were becoming more visible the more the ice worked on the surface level ones. Louis took note of the white
March 4, 2025 at 5:29 AM
"Yeah, yeah," Louis huffed. They were quiet then for a beat. Harry relaxed further into his ice bath, and Louis got comfortable on the bed he was reclined on. He ran his eyes softly over every small detail of Harry's body, taking inventory of his elongated throat and his coiled muscles. He cataloged
March 4, 2025 at 5:29 AM