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Harry really didn't expect to be swept up in snowflakes and eyelashes and coy smiles when he'd agreed to go on a skiing holiday with his lads. Nor was he expecting to cherish the sound of someone's voice over his own thoughts, marveling about the way it crackled against the burning embers in the fireplace. And he really, really wasn't expecting for his peaceful life to be turned on its head, all because of a bloody snowboard.
But, then again, he also never expected that he could fall in love in less than two weeks, so. So maybe life isn't what Harry expected.