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Harry says, “No, but I’m going to get ice cream if you want to come?”
If he wants to come. Of course he does.
“That sounds fucking brilliant, Hazza!” Louis basically jumps up and down from excitement.
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“I said, Harry. As in Styles. AKA you. You’re pretty and certainly a piece of art if you ask me.” Louis mewls.
“Oh,” Harry breathes. He takes a moment taking in Louis.
Louis watches his eyes work their way all over his face and body trying to read him. Luckily, he knows just how to read Harry. The moment their eyes meet again, Louis leans in a little at a time, as slowly as possible. His heart racing, giving Harry all the time to back out, but then, Harry is reaching around Louis’ wrist and sliding their hands together, lacing their fingers and leaning in as well.
Then…
The bell above the door rings.
They both pull back at light speed, sniffling and coughing from almost being caught. Harry trips over his own feet with the force that he used. Giggles fall from both of them while Louis steadies him.
“First day with legs there, bambi?”
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Harry knows Louis wants to sleep with him. He’s been trying to get into his pants from the night they first met, and when that didn’t work, he took second best and fucked his ex. The more Louis tries, the less Harry wants to sleep with him.
If he’s being honest, though, he's always wondered what Louis is like in bed and he probably would have slept with him by now if he wasn’t such a twat. He’s heard the noises that come from Louis’ room anytime he’s brought one of his conquests home. See, that right there, is the issue. Louis thinks just because he’s devilishly fit, charming, soft but hard in all the right ways, and captain of the bloody footie team, he can have anyone he wants. Sadly, he’s not far off base, but Harry promised himself that Louis would never have him.
“Do you really want me to leave you alone, Harry?” Louis asks, crowding into his space until his toes hit Harry’s.
Harry swallows hard, losing his composure for just a second. Then, staring directly into Louis’ sparkling blue eyes he bluntly says, “Yes.”
“Okay,” is all Louis says.
Or: The one where Harry gets stuck on Louis’ lap on the ride home from a night of clubbing.