Not My Cup of Tea // L.S.

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This pic is cute tho

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"Would you stop?" Louis asked, annoyed. "What?" Harry asked. "You're distracting me." Louis argued. "I'm just whistling...while reading a book." Harry counter-argued. Louis huffed, "I'm trying to focus here." "What is it? An awards' show?" Harry asked. "No, a football game." Louis said. "Ughh why do you people like football so much? I don't see anything interesting in it." Harry asked, disgusted. "You people? Who other than me?" Louis asked. "Zayn, and almost half the world." Harry said.

Louis chuckled, "What is so bad about football? It's perfect...I love that game."

Harry rolled his eyes, "What's so good about football? It's imperfect...I hate that game."

"Hey!" Louis said, realizing what Harry had done with words.

"Hey!" Harry said, chuckling at what they were doing.

Louis switched the television off. He wasn't paying any attention to the game anymore. "Do you realize that you have a good way with words?"

"Do I realize that? Nope." Harry said.

"You're funny." Louis said.

"You must be the only one to say so. People hate my jokes." Harry said, happy that Louis called him funny.

"Tell me a joke then. Let me see why people have such stupid opinions about you." Louis said.

"Okay, alright. What do you give a sick lemon?" Harry asked.

Louis thought for a while. What the fuck do we give a sick lemon? Wait...a lemon falls sick? Louis thought. "Harry how can a lemon fall sick?" He asked.

"Lou, it's called a joke." Harry reminded him.

Right. A joke. What the fuck is wrong with me? Louis thought.

"Well, I don't know. You tell me." Louis gave up.

"A lemon-aid!" Harry said, laughing at his own joke. Louis looked at him. Oh heavens, he's so cute. He's really beautif-no. Why am I even thinking about his look-oh look at his dimples!!! I'm gonna die with this cuteness. Louis thought. He, for the first time, overcame the thought of 'Why am I even thinking about his looks'. It was like a miracle. Louis never thought about people and their looks-except his own.

"That was funny though." Louis had to admit. He wasn't lying; but he wouldn't say it was something laughing about. But he wouldn't tell Harry anything that would upset him and hate himself.

"I don't think so. I know it wasn't." Harry said.

"It was funny, even if it's not laughable." Louis said, defending Harry from Harry himself.

"Thanks, Lou." Harry smiled, with dimples! Louis bit on his bottom lip and stomped his own foot to control his urge of poking those dimples. Harry looked at Louis on his chair, trying to stop himself from doing something. "Are you okay Lou?" Harry asked Louis, concerned. "Oh, I am, sorry." Louis said, releasing his lip and keeping both his feet down normally. "You can tell me you know, anything that makes you do such things." Harry said, gesturing towards Louis' feet and his lip.

Louis simply nodded. No way he would tell Harry that he had an uncontrollable urge to poke his dimples every time he smiled. They were so attractive. No, they aren't. Have you lost your fucking mind?! No, they're nothing attractive. They're just any other body part which are present only in certain people. Harry is just one out of million people who have dimples. Louis told himself.