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He's had the ring for months now. It's actually unbelievable that he hasn't asked Louis yet, because the question pops into his head at least three times a day. Just last night, he'd arrived home to a sleepy Louis in bed, who'd mumbled, "fuck you you fucking wanker" after he'd made too much noise in the bathroom, and Harry's first thought had been, Marry me.
(Or, the one where Harry's going to propose to Louis. He really is.)
- Part 1 of in the kind of world where we belong