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Chapter 5: the one with all the pouting
Harry wakes up with his mouth open and a killer hangover. Last night comes back to him in bits and pieces, but he can’t remember how everything went down. The first thing he notices is that he has drool on his cheek. The second thing is that he’s definitely not in his room, but in the living room on the couch downstairs. The third thing is Louis sitting on one of the armchairs, knees up to his chest while he’s sleeping. Harry stretches his arms over his head and wipes his cheek before finally standing up to crack his back. The sun is shining quite annoyingly through the glass windows that have a view of the back garden, and Harry wonders why they haven’t gotten curtains yet. Even though no one could be able to see inside except for the people in the garden, the sun can be really irritati
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