Harry is beginning to think that Louis' remarks are more than just shallow flirting, that they could have more meaning.
He's probably over fantasising, but he can't help but notice that Louis' smile is a little more happier and his eyes shine a little brighter when he's around him.
He's lost in these thoughts when Louis comes to sit beside him and asks, "Is your dad a boxer?"
"Why?" Harry chuckles at that.
Louis leans in closer and whispers, "Because you're a knockout, babe."
"Babe?" Harry raises his eyebrows.
"You don't want me to call you that?" Louis teases.
"You can, I don't mind." Harry replies, smiling shyly.
Babe. Harry plays the word over and over in his head. He could get used to this.
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Irresistible (L.S.)
Fanfiction"Roses are red, violets are blue. Do you know what these arms were made for? For holding you." *** High school AU where Louis Tomlinson is obsessed with soccer, cheesy pick-up lines and a certain curly haired boy with milky skin and bright green eye...
