Just two souls sitting intertwined

"What was that?" Harry teases "did you want me to stop?"

"Yes!" Louis shrieks breathlessly. He had a blush sitting prettily on his cheekbones. He smacks half-heartedly at Harry's shoulder, but keeps his arms pinned as closely to his sides as possible.

"Ok" the curly boy relents quietly.

"Twat" Louis retorts with little real conviction.

Harry looks at him like he's displeased, eyebrows raised and mouth pinched.

"Are you satisfied with my attention yet?" He questions.

"Never" is the reply, and Louis is met with a role of green eyes. Any further conversation is cut short by soft kisses.