flower crowns // l.s.

44½

surprise, bitch. bet you thought you'd seen the last of me..... for the week.

warning: adult content. (skip over it if it aint ur thing honey)

It was strange for Louis to work somewhere without Zayn to keep him company when he was bored. But the new job, he was just loving it. He never thought he was good enough to get paid so highly for something he loved doing.

He'd just got done with his latest tattoo when his phone started ringing, so he rolled his chair over to the desk where he kept his phone, and saw that it was Harry. So he answered.

"Hi."

"Louis, I need you to tell me how to dress. Please."

Harry sounded so desperate through the phone. Louis smirked, because, well. He liked messing with Harry like this.

"Date clothes," Louis replied.

"Fancy date clothes?"

Louis rolled his eyes and put him on speaker so that he could take his gloves off. "Just wear something comfortable."

"So it's not so fancy!" Harry shouted. Louis sighed. "I'm gonna dress comfortably."

"Good for you," Louis grunted. Of course Harry got a little bit of information out of him.

"Hey, Lou?" Harry asked, voice a little bit quieter. Louis, standing from his chair, started cleaning around his desk.

"Hm?"

"Y'know what we haven't done yet?"

Louis raised a brow and heard the door open behind him. He grabbed his phone, about to tell Harry that someone just walked in, but then Harry said:

"Phone sex."

"Whoa-whoa-whoa," Louis quickly said, switching it off speaker and pressing the phone to his ear. "Sorry, Haz. I've got to go, uh." He turned to the girl who was laughing at the door and smiled apologetically. "Someone just walked in, gotta work. Love you." He hung up quickly and laughed awkwardly. "I'm sorry about that," he said to the girl. "Take seat, please."

She smiled and sat where he motioned. "If you need some privacy, I can always come back later."

+

"I was on speaker?!" Harry shouted, his hands coming up to cover his face. "This is awful," he groaned out.

"Phone sex, huh?" Louis said with a slight smile.

Harry nudged his arm and told him to shut up. "I was in a weird mood," he muttered.

"Mhm," Louis hummed with narrowed eyes. Harry squirmed and nudged his arm again.

Harry sighed to himself (something he always does when he's embarrassed), and sat down on Louis' lap. "When are we leaving?"

Louis, scrolling through his phone, barely looked up when Harry sat on him. Harry likes getting attention from Louis, he knows this, and it's why he kept looking at his phone. Sometimes he just likes to make Harry a little desperate for him. That's all.

"In a minute," Louis replied, as he tapped his thumbs against the keyboard of his phone.

"Who are you texting?" Harry asked with a pout, ducking his head in front of Louis' to catch a look at his phone. All it did was get Harry's hair in his mouth.