Fanfiction #1

They were big, far bigger than his. But they were warm, and held his with gentleness and care. They were soft and smooth, but at times they were rough. The way they caressed his, enveloping the tan skin in his porcelain white made his heart flutter. The way they were welcoming and always in his. The fingers laced together, never to be broken until one had to leave, but even then the other would simply follow. If the white hands left his, he would become sad, but when they rejoined, all was peaceful. Harrys hands were for Louis and only Louis to hold.