"damn you smell like actual shit, lou" Harry says a little bit above a whisper, being honest.
Their watching TV because they are too lazy to get up and take a shower.
Louis is on Harry's chest playing with his hands, which he doesn't mind because at least now he's not pulling at his nipples anymore.
"what?" Louis says looking up from Harry's chest with a incredibly sarcastic pout, with a playful darkness in his eyes..or not.
"said you smell like Clif and Bruce, before we give em' a bath" Harry says clearly with no hesitation, debating on whether he should take it back or not.
"shut the fuck up, you're the one who wanted me to work out with your, 'exercise is good for you' shit" Louis says because his boyfriend just told him he slept like dog, which at first he didn't think that it was bad, but then thought for .2 seconds and remembering that one time with Bruce.
"never said you had to, love. Just thought it would be fun to work out with you" Harry says brushing Louis hair out of his face since its stuck to his forehead, he's sticky.
"...HARRY EDWARD STYLES-TOMLINSON" Louis yells, not to loud but enough to get his message across
"Styles-Tomlinson?" Harry says a bit surprised since they are only dating as of right now
OK I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I SHOULD WRITE NEXT BY LMAO
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FanfictionYeah, this might just be me doing random things until i find a topic i want to write a fic about
