yeah i'm on fire, on fire

musky air was squeezing it's way in between the bodies of green&blue as sweat droplets combined and smokey, sneaky kisses exchanged by chapped lips. harry and louis lay facing the other, thick and dripping and tacky-glue in lovelovelove.

louis, treating harry like the fragile piece of china he was, caressed his milky white face and stared into the forest of green, loosing his way among the branches.

lost and high and wondrous, louis breathed, "i want to get high off you, harry styles,"

then releasing harry's face louis reached down into his boxers and pulled out a lighter, clicking it right above harry's curls. harry soon realized what was happening and started to thrash, trying to get out of louis' grasp but it was too late; harry's hair was on fire already. then louis held him down as he watched harry slowly disintegrate until all that was left of harry styles was a long pile of ashes. taking out an unrolled blunt, louis gathered harry's ashes into the joint and then brought the lighter to it, lighting it on fire, thus getting high off of harry styles

oh god i'm so sorry