Niall wraps his arm around Louis’s waist and tips his head to rest against Louis’s. “Someday, Lou, it’ll be you and me. A wedding in the country, I think. Maybe the white cliffs of Dover. Honeymoon in the south of France. A brood of children. Dogs. You’ll teach pottery at the local college and I’ll coach U-8 football. We’ll be disgustingly domestic.”
Love this so much. You have SUCH a way with words. The descriptions of the kinds of students in Louis' section, the way he describes himself and his own insecurities...and the way the plot flowed--there were seriously moments where my heart jumped and clogged my throat. What a great fic. Thanks for writing. xx
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