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A breeze kicked through the window, bringing shivers and a mini avalanche of photos down to where Harry was crouched, pinching his lip in thought.
He sighed, frustrated. He had almost chosen the photo for the invitation, and now, ruin.
Or, perhaps not.
There was Louis, trying to scowl at the camera, betrayed by the softness around his tired eyes. Cheekbones pink from cold and exercise. Fringe in disarray. Blue eyes contrasting gorgeously with the scarlet maple leaves lining the hiking trail. Harry smiled, remembering his plea of "Look at the colors, Lou!"
Yeah, Harry had definitely found the one.