Wrong Number... Actually Not!

Special

Harry and louis were sat facing each other on Harry's couch. For some reasons Louis thought Harry wanna say something but wasn't saying. On the other hand, Harry was thinking how to say it.

Then harry thought about the most special thing in their relationship. Only one thing came into his mind. Pick up lines.

"Hey lou?" He asked and louis hummed in acknowledgement.

"There's a side view, rear view, and what else?" He asked cheeky.

"Mmm...i don't know." Louis pouted.

"I loview." Harry grinned.

"Whaa-" Louis gasped. Was it really happening?

"See, im bad at English but I can say that I Love You." Harry Grinned brighter. Louis was just staring at him with his mouth open.

"Haz.." Louis said on the verge of tears.

"I love you Louis. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen. I love you and ever single thing that comes with you. Your innocence, your insecurities, your faults, everything. You say you don't like your voices, but thats my favourite sound ever. You don't like the crinkles by your eyes, but they're the cutest thing I've ever seen. You don't like your little body, but I'm glad cause it fits so perfectly with my giant one. Your every single imperfection is the most perfect thing to me. I love you, lou. I love you so much." Harry smiled.

"I love you too, hazza! So so much!" Louis said with tear strained cheeks as he launched himself in Harry's arms.

Harry tilted his head and kissed his boo very lovingly. Louis slowly sat on Harry's lap, straddling him. They kissed until they were breathless. Harry left his lips and attacked his neck.

They both were a moaning mess as their shirts and then the pants were separated from their bodies and...well..you know they did the did the dirty...but your not getting the details... Cause im the author and i said so!

Fuck the fourth wall.