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14. puffpass

Song: high in california by Louis Tomlinson

"You wanna share a joint before we head off searching?" Louis rips him out of his thoughts, already digging around his backpack.

After the woman thanked them about a million times, she eventually left to get to a business meeting and drop Isabella off at a friend's. Louis and Harry walked for a bit, then bought some cold sodas with the money she gave them and sat down in a park.

"Um" Harry makes, staring at him.

"Oh" Louis scrambles with an apologetic look. "Sorry, I forgot about your asthma-"

"No," Harry shakes his head. "It's a lot better lately, and I could take a drag, it's just..." He draws out, making weird gestures with his hands that Louis follows with his eyes.

"Oh you've never..." Louis has that fucking smirk back in place and Harry glares at him.

"Yes I have. I went to college too you know" Harry folds his arms in front of his chest. "Alright, then"

Louis snickers and hands Harry a rolled joint he triumphantly pulls out of his backpack.

"You had that in there the whole time?" Harry asks, eyeing the thing with disgust.

Louis doesn't respond, just pulls out his lighter and motions for Harry to come closer. Harry somehow does as told, placing it between his lips and leaning forward into the flame. There's a heat radiating off of Louis' body and it prickles on his skin and feels intoxicating. Harry doesn't want it to be gone. He looks up and locks eyes with Louis and somehow the closeness causes some feeling to erupt in his stomach but he ignores it. As always. Ignoring the feelings Louis makes him feel. He also decided to ignore the fond he felt watching Louis be so soft with the little girl, and just as much, he ignored the feeling he got when Louis watched him with that exact same look.

He just leans back, inhaling and exhaling while he keeps the staring contest up. Not actively, he just gets lost in the blue of Louis' eyes so he wouldn't have been able to break it even if he wanted to. He hands it to Louis, realising they're doing some sort of puff pass shit, and tries not to watch how Louis takes a drag. But he can't help it, is the thing.

The way he hollows his cheeks and kind of closes his eyes a tad while he inhales is mesmerising, and then he removes it from his cute lips and leans back on his hands, exhaling the smoke into the air with such grace Harry feels like a wobbly dog next to him. That must be it, Louis is some sort of lion and Harry is a fucking dachshund on crack.

A small smile plays around Louis lips telling Harry that he knows exactly what he's doing and that Harry is watching him. Of course he knows what he's doing. He's always known that he's attractive, he's always known that people get on their knees for him. Harry despised him for that for the longest time, now he's one of those people. Of course, he's over exaggerating, he wouldn't get on his- yes, he would. He totally would.

But Harry can be a tease too. He is aware that he's somewhat attractive as well, he likes the word pretty more, though, and he knows how to use it. He knows how to flirt, he knows how to seduce. And he knows what to do to throw Louis out of the line, because he's had the upper hand for too long. He's had his fun, making Harry dizzy and then smirking when he stuttered. He's had his laughs, now it's Harry's turn.

When Louis next raises his arm to hand the joint back to Harry, he just leans down without reaching out to take it and wraps his lips around it, looking up at him. Louis seems outwardly unfazed by the action but Harry definitely notices the hitch in his breath. Success. Harry takes a drag, dramatically hollowing his cheeks, his lips almost touching Louis' fingertips and then releases the joint, straightening up to blow it into Louis' face messily, letting out a laugh at the face he pulls.