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Thank you.
Was that the right response?
Thank you very much.
It was clearly a compliment. The opposite would be devastating and awkward. Very much not a compliment.
But what should you have answered when someone just said, “Fuck, you’re tight”?
Oh. Why, thank you. Thank you very much. How nice to hear.
It wasn’t like Harry had planned to be there, at that moment. It’d just happened that he… happened to be there.
What was the appropriate response? He didn’t know.
The natural thing, though, was to say something snarky. It was a reflex at that point. Louis Tomlinson would spit something mean at him, and he would instinctively retort something just as nasty.
So, when the person he despised the most in his life was on top of him, naked, and grunting, “Fuck, you’re tight,” he responded with, “Really? I thought this would be easy, considering I’ve never done this before. Fucking moron.”
He hated Louis; Louis hated him. So, why were they having sex on the floor in the locker room after football training?
Well.