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“I’m Harry,” the boy says slowly and his voice is deep and smooth like caramel and rich like chocolate. Louis wants to hear it again and maybe again after that.

“Harry,” he repeats and the boy nods. “Are you okay, Harry?”

Harry pauses but nods again. Fluffy swims straight behind Louis then and Harry takes a deep breath and a nervous stumble backwards, making Louis almost jump with how twitchy he seems.

“Are you… are you scared of Fluffy?”

"A young John Doe, probably in his mid-twenties. He was found out on the street, lying in the snow completely beaten up, covered in blood. Internal bleeding, collapsed lung, the bones in his leg completely shattered, sprained wrist, dislocated shoulder, severe concussion, cut and bruised all over. He had more broken ribs than whole."

"Is he in the ICU? Room 405?”

“Is he one of yours?”

“Yeah, looks like it.” 

Harry doesn’t try them on, but Zayn buys them anyway. And after a week of being ignored by Louis, except for the occasional call, Harry decides fine.