Summary:
"I really like your shirt, but I think it is a litte...untucked. There! Fixed it!"
As Harry says that, he tucks his fingers into Louis' waistband to push the cloth in, and the entire gesture seems to scream a certain kind of meanness about it. It draws attention to the fact that Louis is the only one who's in a dress shirt, all prim and proper, while the rest of the boys are dressed in torn jeans and band tees.
Louis draws himself straight, eyes narrowing, even as the bare skin on his waist that Harry's hand had brushed, just for an instant, throbs like it's branded, says, "Aren't you sweet? You don't look the kind to notice stuff like proper clothes" - a casual look directed at where Harry's jean are almost just threads hanging together- "but judging by looks is not something I do. Unlike some people."
OR
[The boys are in a band; Harry and Louis seem to hate each other. Until they don't.]
Comment:
This is just sooo good! I can't!!!
Author: Namra
