Prompt 86: Louis rides Harry while wearing his packer’s jersey/sweater and gets his ass ate.
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⚠️......that was REALLY hot😶
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Harry squeezes the Packer’s jersey over his head, attempting to make it fit over his thick sweater. He laughs at the interviewer as he unloads his bag full of merch, a large yellow fist with the logo and a helmet to match to name a few. Harry immediately grabs the foam fist, sliding it onto his hand and propping his other hand against his hip. “These are sick, mate.”
“Thank you!”
The interviewer plops onto the stool next to him, getting ready to begin the interview. Harry loves any sort of unique setting like this and he’s more than willing to spend 5 minutes gushing about his favourite football team. He explains how he became a fan, his favourite player, and how he watches the games. He’s laughing, enjoying himself, he feels like he’s just hanging out with a good friend.
When the man stands after the interview is done Harry grabs his phone to snap a quick selfie in the jersey to send to Louis, his signature thumbs up and wide mouth smile. His hair is wild from running his fingers through it but he knows Louis will love it so he sends it off with a quick ‘Miss you!’ and pockets his phone.
Harry’s spending the next week in New York City to promote "Adore You", and plans to do the Today show later this week as well as some special surprise concerts. Louis stayed home this time because his band practices are in full swing to prepare for his upcoming World Tour. Harry just takes the opportunity to send his boy as many selfies and pictures of the city as he can.
Their New York apartment is still the way they left it, one of Louis’ jumpers hanging over the back of the couch. Harry tosses his bag to the side when he walks in, immediately tugging his shirt off and heading for the bedroom to call his boy.
Louis hadn’t responded to his selfie, probably too caught up in rehearsals all day, but he should be home now.
The phone rings a few times before the sound of Louis answering chimes, his cute face covering Harry’s screen. “Hi, H.”
“Hi, baby. How was your day?” Harry beams, scratching the soft hair on his belly.
“Pretty good, we’ve worked on most of the covers today.” Louis sighs, brushing the fringe off his forehead. “Think we’ve decided to do 7 and Beautiful War.”
