Summary:
"We might as well just date."
Harry froze in his arms, his body stilled as he slowly lifted his head up at Louis to give him the most confused expression he'd ever worn. Louis literally wanted to fuck him into the next century. "What?" Harry asked. "Are you--."
"No," Louis said, shaking his head before Harry could go far with that idea and trap Louis into confessing his own feelings. "I mean...like I think I have a plan?"
"A plan?" Harry said slowly. "A plan other than me going to Peter's tomorrow and groveling for hours; maybe even days?"
The thought of Harry doing that made Louis's skin burn, but he schooled his expression well and nodded swiftly. "There will be no groveling. Well, there will be, but not on your end."
or
Louis pretends to be Harry's boyfriend to help him win back his douchebag ex-boyfriend, but things don't go according to plan.
Comments:
Damn. This was some heavy artilleries going on here. I may have teared up a bit.
Author: wildestdreams
