"We're here," Louis said, parking the car.
"Freaking finally," Harry huffed. Louis rolled his eyes and pulled the blindfold off of Louis' eyes. Harry sputtered as the curls fell all over his face.
"Let's go, I've got a reserved table," Louis said.
Harry grumbled under his breath but followed Louis into the restaurant.
Louis was already at the front desk.
"I've got a reservation for Tomlinson for two," he said confidently. The woman nodded, grabbed a couple of menus and motioned them to follow.
"Where are we?" Harry confused.
"You live here and you don't know what this place is?" Louis asked incredulously. Harry nodded. "Bruh."
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Bruh: The MPreg Version (A Larry Text Story)
عشوائيNew DM from @itsharrybruh itsharrybruh: Hello there louisfantasies: hello "Bruh" itsharrybruh: f4f? louisfantasies: sure ***** Or the one where Harry finds Louis' account while on social media and deems him worthy enough to message.
