aid, letting out a watery giggle. He brushed the falling curls from Harry’s forehead, staring softly at his languidly blinking eyes. Although the sun wasn’t tanning Harry all too much (and by that I mean not at all), it was doing a fine job of clearing up Harry’s blemishes on his forehead - not that Louis cared of course, but for Harry’s confidence it was a bonus. But that was totally off topic.
Muttering a quiet, “C’mere” to Harry, Louis leant over the table and pressed his lips on Harry’s. They still were yet to adventure into the land of tongue, but Harry’s technique was figuring itself out quite quickly. Louis tilted his head to the side to let their lips slot together more fluidly. Using his spare hand, Harry gently cupped the back of Louis’ head so that even the corners of their mouths could touch. The way that Harry’s lips were thicker than his made them sponge against Louis’ in a way which, if tongue was involved, would most probably leave Louis in an awkward situation. This kiss was one of the most raw they had had. It was full of thankyou and yourwelcomeand imeanit and it’strue.
Louis pulled back reluctantly once his neck was starting to ache, breathing heavily. He let his eyes flutter open and land on Harry’s rosy lips, kissed lips. Breathlessly, he murmured, “We should probably go to the market now, but I kinda just want to do that all day…”
He saw Harry’s lips curl into a smile as he stared intently at them. He counted the creases which lined his bottom lip, so slight and thin that they were almost unseen. He spotted the indentation that marks above his top lip which was even paler than the rest of his skin. He stared down the skin just before his lips, the shinier and softer part which was easing away from his top lip like it had been glued there. He measured the scale of red they were from the force of the kiss; they seemed pretty red to him. They were fascinating.
Louis was pulled from his staring competition with the plush lips as Harry shook his head, his smile turning into a slight smirk. He got up from the table and pulled Louis off the seat and out of the shop. He turned in the direction of the market, causing Louis to whine childishly and pout. He slowed down in resistance, trying to stop Harry taking them anywhere. Harry turned around to look at him with raised eyebrows, staring him down, and then sighed dramatically. He trundled a few steps so that he was closer to Louis and dipped his head down. Harry brushed his lips against Louis’ lightly, the feeling tingling on Louis’ lips as he waited for Harry to press down. That, however, never happened as Harry did a quick turn and dragged a dazed Louis down the street.
"Wh-what?" Louis said confusedly, completely baffled by the quick happenings. Harry looked behind and smirked at him, letting a bubble of laughter float through his lips.
"That’s totally not fair!" Louis exclaimed, trailing behind Harry like a wounded puppy. Harry just cackled out a laugh and smiled brightly at Louis. It was as if Louis’ speech had fed him with a new found confidence. It wouldn’t last more than a few hours, Louis knew that, but it was certainly intriguing and quite amazing for Louis to witness. Louis stopped short, keeping his fingers locked with Harry’s firmly so that the taller boy stumbled to a stop.
"Come here," he pouted, staring at Harry and pointing down to the space just in front of him. Harry contemplated it for a moment before obeying the order and standing just in front of Louis. Louis raised up on his tip toes so his lips were level with Harry’s. He didn’t press them together, no; he just looked at Harry with a serious expression. The curly haired boy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as Louis stood there, staring at him. He wasn’t too sure what Louis was inferring, what he was even doing, but then again, sometimes Harry had no clue what Louis was going on about so he was used to the confusion.
He realised, however, as Louis tapped his lips with his fingertip and dropped his eyelids closed, what he was being asked to do.
Harry took his time, firstly smiling in admiration at how louis Louis was being, if that made sense. He was being his cheeky self, straight after saying something so heartwarming and sincere. That’s what Harry adored about Louis: how he could change the situation from serious to jokey in less than a second. It was a trait that Harry would love to have, but then he also wouldn’t because the pair of them would wreak havoc. So finally, Harry pressed a simple kiss on Louis’ lips. There wasn’t any movement, no twisting or tilting. No, it was just a kiss on his lips. And that was what made it so much more perfect.
