For When The Cold Winds Blow, I Will Close My Eyes Calmly, Knowing I Am Anchored To You by larrywhispers (wordcount: 5,812)
It’s a long time before Harry breaks the heavy look they’re sharing and leans on the wall behind him, opposite Louis. “Y’know, you’ve never asked about the butterfly,” Harry almost whispers, eyes boring into Louis’. “Never told me what you think of it.”














