𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲.

fifteen

"I wanna go home," Louis whines into Harry's neck, causing him to erupt into giggles.

"You better not act like this when Dylan gets here," Thomas deadpans. Louis cackles, his head falling into Harry's lap as Harry twirls his fingers around the ends of his hair. It was disgusting, really.

"Act like what exactly?" Louis snorts, his head resting in Harry's lap and Harry's fingers fully buried in his hair now. Thomas just raises his eyebrows.

"If we were at work you both wouldn't be even close to this," Thomas points out. But that's not really their fault, every time Louis and Harry would get touchy, staff members and their managers would tell them to keep their hands to themselves.

"Let me nurse my baby," Harry hushes. Louis slaps him on the cheek gently, pouting dramatically. 

"'m not a baby," Louis groans, his hand still lingering on Harry's cheek. Harry lifts his hand to cover Louis' that's resting on his cheek and grins cheekily.

"You're my baby—"

"I'm gonna THROW UP," Thomas gags. "I'm still fucking here, you wankers."

"It's called banter you wuss," Louis snickers, swinging his leg at Thomas from where he's cuddled up to Harry on the couch. Thomas takes another step back from the couch and huffs.

"It's called flirting and it's gross, stop that," Thomas whines. But then there's a knock at the door and his eyes light up.

"FOOD!" Louis cheers, almost flying out of Harry's lap and sprinting to the door.

Louis swings the door open with too much enthusiasm, a boy with dishevelled brown hair and bright, wide brown eyes. "OH MY GOD, I'm gonna faint," the boy says, tears filling his eyes.

"I think the delivery boy is having an episode," Louis shouts obnoxiously from the door.

Thomas rolls his eyes. "That's just Dylan."

Wait. Dylan is here. He doesn't even know what he looks like.

"Thomas, how long have you known this guy?" Harry half whispers from the couch as Louis seems to be comforting Dylan at the entrance. 

Thomas shrugs. "Like a month or two."

Harry's jaw drops comically.

"Tommy, look it's your boyfriend," Louis announces as he pulls Dylan by his arm to stand in front of Thomas. And Thomas feels his heart drop to his stomach just at the sight. 

"My dogs called Tommy," Dylan blurts out. Thomas laughs, loudly, his nerves obvious now.

"I know," Thomas says, smiling fondly.

Louis forces a gag. "And you said Harry and I were disgusting."

"You are," Thomas huffs, looking at Harry who's crossed his arms childishly, pouting until Louis making his way over and climbs into his lap and pats his cheek gently. Disgusting.

"I can't believe this is real," Dylan gaps at the scene unfolding in front of him. "Wait, is he the one dating Louis?"

Thomas shrugs. "Apparently they're just friends."

"Oh," Dylan says, watching them rough house on the couch. "Interesting."

"Yes, I have to put up with these knobs most days," Thomas sighs, attempting to seem annoyed. He actually loves them to pieces.

"Can I have a hug?"

"Huh?"

"Sorry, I mean. I just really need a hug right now," Dylan smiles slyly, batting his eyelashes. Thomas rolls his eyes but wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him close, Dylan's arms wrapping around his waist.

"You're so skinny," Dylan giggles into his chest, causing Thomas to squirm.

"And you're so tiny," Thomas mumbles into his hair. He can see Louis and Harry watching them, holding onto each other as if they're watching some intense scene in a movie. He flips them off as they swing their bodies in the hug.

Thomas closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth he gets from Dylan and the fluttering in his stomach he feels when Dylan hugs tighter.

"Can we get food now?" Louis interrupts the moment, somehow standing right beside them without either of them realising and they jump apart from fright. 

"Fine, I'm not driving though," Thomas says and Harry hops up from the couch and slaps Louis' ass on the way past and he can't believe the friends he has now. It feels like Dylan might fit right in.

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a/n: you know how when you right something you don't really know what you're writing or where it's going but it just happens and you just WRITE. yeah, that was This chapter.