Louis secretly looked up and glanced at him. He just looked perfect. His tongue stuck out as he concentrated on his work.
His pale skin, his mop of curls, his plumpy lips, his dimples, his hands, his eyes and his legs. Everything was just perfect.
It had been 3 years since Louis has been loving and adoring Harry.
What could he do?
They were best friends. Just best friends.
For Harry, they could be nothing more than that.
