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A mood doush.k - 2018

New! Harry Suits Series!

Happy birthday, @styloueh​ ! Isi, I hope you had the best day! You are such a gift to the fandom with all your incredible artwork! <3 <3 So in honor of your birthday, I’ve written you a little Larry/Harry Potter-inspired birthday drabble. I hope you enjoy it!

The first hint of a spring sun brings a bit of warmth to the grounds of Hogwarts. Harry sits beside the lake with a sketchbook and his thoughts, which means he’s filling the pages with sketches of a certain Gryffindor quidditch player. He casts a few charms to make the small quidditch player on the page dive towards a snitch. He smiles at his work and wishes a bit that he could show someone, but that would invite far too many questions.

“Come on, Louis!”

Harry’s head snaps up at the sound of the name that seems to always be creeping through his mind and spilling out onto the pages of his sketchbook. He sees Louis and a few other Gryffindors march out of the castle armed with their broomsticks, probably off to play a pick-up quidditch game whilst the weather is mild.

Louis has stopped and stands facing Harry, watching him curiously. Harry can feel his cheeks heat under the scrutiny. He’s pretty sure Louis has never even looked in his direction before this moment.

“We need another keeper though,” Louis calls out over his shoulder.

Louis starts walking towards him, and Harry’s heart beats in triple time to each step Louis takes as he clutches his sketchbook to his chest shielding it from view.

“Hey, Curly,” Louis says in greeting, a friendly smile on his handsome face. “Interested in playing keeper for us? It’s just for fun.”

“That kid’s a Slytherin, Lou.” One of Louis’ friends calls out.

“So what?” Louis retorts, turning to look at his friend. “Slytherins can’t play a friendly game of quidditch now?”

His friend shrugs, and the others follow suit as though whatever Louis says goes.

“Ehm–I’m not very–I don’t play a lot of–”

“It’s just for fun, Curly. Surely, you like to have fun.” Louis persuades, his smile widening.

Louis’ smile casts its own powerful spell without any magic at all, and Harry is helpless to resist it. “I–okay.”

Louis sticks out a hand to help him to his feet, and Harry takes it,  fairly certain he will replay the moment Louis’ skin touched his own for the rest of his life.

“Whatcha got there?” Louis asks, pointing to Harry’s chest where he’s still clutching his sketchbook.

He’s sure his face must be turning a thousand shades of pink. “It’s nothing–it’s–”

“I’m sure it’s not nothing, Curly.” Louis winks. He actually winks. “How about if you have fun playing with us, you have to show me whatever it is you were drawing so intently? And if you don’t have any fun, you don’t have to show me a thing.”

Harry’s pulse hasn’t recovered from the wink if he’s honest. He blames his muddled emotional state for acquiescing to this plan. Not that he would have said no. Who would say ‘no’ to Louis Tomlinson?

It turns out that Harry makes a half decent keeper, at least good enough to not make a complete fool of himself. He only just remembers his sketchbook still laying on the bench when they’re half-way back to the castle.

He extricates himself from the group with reluctance. He actually did have fun out there with these Gryffindors, which was most definitely unexpected. As he nears the bench, he hears the sound of someone running up behind him.

He stops, unable to tear his eyes away from Louis’ face, his blue eyes crinkling in the corners. It stuns him as well as any spell could. It stuns him enough to not realise why Louis has run back until he’s actually holding Harry’s sketchbook in his hands.

“A deal’s a deal, Curly.”

Harry opens his mouth in horror to stop him, but all that comes out is an embarrassing squeak.

“Don’t lie and say you didn’t have fun.” Louis warns, though his sunny smile holds no menace.

Harry shuts his mouth and lets Louis flip open the sketchbook.

They both stare at the page of a small quidditch player that’s been charmed to display a Wronski Feint.

“Woah–” Louis exclaims. “Bloody hell, Curly. This is amazing! Why didn’t you want to show–oh.”

Harry sees the exact moment Louis realises the boy on the paper is a likeness of himself. Harry feels like someone’s removed all the bones in his body. He’s about to sink to the ground when he looks up directly into the gleam of Louis’ blue eyes. There’s a question there, but Harry’s not sure what it is.

“Harry?”

“You know my name.”

“Yeah.” Louis’ lips turn up into a sideways smile. “Yeah, I know your name, Curly. And I know that you always sit by the lake any day there’s even a hint of sun and draw things in this sketchbook. But today I finally know what it is you’re drawing in here. And I’m fairly certain I understand, but if I’m wrong, please stop me.”

“Stop you? From what–”

Louis steps towards him, advancing slowly. His eyes never leaving Harry’s until their breath mingles in the cool air around them.

“From this.” Louis answers simply. Louis brings himself even closer and brushes his thumb across Harry’s bottom lip and then cups his jaw with his fingers.

29 suits so far... suits available on phone cases, cushions and prints on request!

39 suits so far… suits available on phone cases, cushions and prints on request!