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    “Well.” Niall unlocks his phone. “It wasn’t getting the traction I wanted on Snapchat. So…I tweeted it.”

    What.

    “You tweeted it,” Harry states, nearing a state of brain dead. “To your ten thousand followers.”

    Niall nods, handing Harry the phone. “You’re a meme, Harry.”

    “I’m a what?”

    “A meme. It’s like an internet—”

    “I know what a fucking meme is, Niall! Why did you make me into one?”

    Niall has the fucking balls to cackle at that while Harry looks at the mess his former friend created. Videos of him screaming at Tomlinson about Tide Pods and his ass are being quoted and combined with memes to a create a level of memeception Harry has never seen before. That isn’t even including the thousands of tweets of him falling up the stairs remixed with random Top 40 songs.

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    In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.”

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    30 Apr 2018

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    Harry wakes up in the hospital, unable to remember his children’s first steps, their hugs, their stories. Or the soft way their babysitter always used to smile and laugh with him.

    He knows he’s not recalling something important, a lot of things that are important. But he wants to know what they are so incredibly badly… wants to know why his heart is set ablaze, warm and fluttering, every time Louis looks at him.

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    29 Apr 2018

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    Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

    Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

    Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

    “A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

    “Of course not!”

    “A stripper?”

    “No!”

    Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

    “What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

    There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

    A professional…what. “What?”

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    02 Apr 2018

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    Sometimes, Harry thinks, there's something there. The spark in his belly isn't just happening to him, surely. Surely Louis feels that rush too, that blossoming heat in his blood when their fingers brush.

    But no. No, Louis treats Harry like a best friend—and it's an amazing thing, so wonderful, Harry wouldn't trade his friendship with Louis for anything—and there's no room for anything else. Not between them.

    But Louis adores Niall. It’s clear, obvious in their comfort together. Harry and Louis still have something that keeps them from that, something making things more loaded with possibility, more intense. Like magnets with the same pole, an invisible force pushing them back—maybe that’s Harry’s crush, a barrier keeping them apart. Louis and Niall’s friendship is easy, whatever is between Louis and Harry is something else. Weighted.

    Which is fine. It's good. Niall clearly loves Louis back, so it's great.

    And Harry can just keep lying to himself for the rest of eternity.

    Louis and Barbara Tomlinson are twin brother and sister. Harry's in love with Louis, Niall's in love with Barbara, and they both go by Tommo. It gets a little confusing.

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    05 Mar 2018

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    Harry thinks that his day couldn't possibly get any worse when he leaves the advising office and is forced to take a boring art lecture of all things, but he soon finds out that his entire schedule being dropped and pretty much ruined for the semester might have been the best fuck up that life has ever handed him.

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    05 Mar 2018

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