a/n 1. Just something I've had lying around on my iPod for a while.
For aimy and amy (lonely hands and meet me under the mistletoe)
disclaimer: disclaimed
It's a tangle of limbs, and two twisting bodies writhing together in a rhythm that beats deeply within their hearts, in parts of their soul that they had never ventured before. It's a stray curl rising and falling as they pant and breathe, and an errant finger causing groans as it unknowingly causes equal amounts of agony and pleasure while the owner strokes the thigh of his partner.
They're Amy and Louis, or Louis and Aimy and it's gotten to the point where he doesn't know who he is anymore or whose heart he's breaking each night.
He tries not to think, and so he just does. He's always followed his heart, not his head, but now he's fallen so deeply for two girls that they've merged within him, working a change in his unyielding heart and weaving together a web of deceit and misguided trust.
It doesn't matter that they're best friends and Hufflepuffs to the end. It makes no difference that they'd do anything for each other, nor that they've both fallen so deeply for him that there's a spring in their step and stars in their eyes. Nothing matters except that he loves her, and she loves him, and does it really matter that he can't remember where Aimy starts and Amy ends?
Because in the end it comes down to two best friends, both fallen completely for the boy of their dreams, and a boy with hair like spun gold that can't remember where one starts and the other ends, just that all he knows is that they're AmyAimyAmyAimyand that he's in love with them like they're in love with him.
And so the ring is formed, between the boy with hair like spun gold and the two girls with hearts of gold and names a little too similar.
a/n 2. Please R&R, and please don't favourite without reviewing!