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Louis comes home to find Harry curled up in Louis' jumper on the couch. The difference between today and every other day is the fact that Harry has somehow been turned into a cat. Confusion, insanity and boys being boys - but at the end of the day, Louis finds out that things don't actually change all that much.
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When 21-year-old Harry decides to crash his dickhead ex’s wedding in his best Gucci suit, he has absolutely no intention of causing a scene, nor of getting physical -- in one way or another -- with his ex’s sexy older brother. But, as his ex taught him so well, things don’t always go to plan.
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“Will tried to talk him out of it. They all did, bless them, but they also all hid the fact that they were going until Harry caught them red-handed coordinating outfits on a wedding-specific group chat.
Moral of the story, his friends are all dicks who feel perfectly comfortable attending the wedding reception of the ex that left Harry stuck to his bedsheets like a used condom for a month straight. It’s the least they could do to plus-one him into the eye of the storm.” -
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Louis is used to looking after difficult guests at Palais Solstice in Monte Carlo. He’s not used to looking after a spoiled, glitter-brained omega who smells like heat and trouble, sprawls out in uncontained clothes, and doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing to Louis (and Louis’ inner alpha).
So. A week in Monaco, a job Louis can’t walk away from, and the slow slide from irritation to something much filthier.
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And that’s when it happens.
Six minutes and twenty-two seconds into the recording, DomiFreq is describing how much they miss Harry, how much they want to pull his hair and hold him down when Harry glances around the café as inconspicuously as possible. Just to see. Just to distract himself from the flush creeping up his cheeks, the sweat pooling at his neck.
And, oh.
Oh, God.
Oh, fuck. Oh, God.
That’s… That’s Louis Tomlinson. Louis goddamn fucking Tomlinson.
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Louis Tomlinson is thirty-one. Harry Styles is not. (Best friends with a seven year age gap who fuck because they are both actually smitten and, let’s face it, hot as fuck together).
Featuring an engagement ring without actually being engaged, a Medicine by Harry Styles reference, and a painful playlist.
