Baby Skin |L.S|
  • Leituras 251
  • Votos 21
  • Capítulos 3
  • Tempo 23m
  • Leituras 251
  • Votos 21
  • Capítulos 3
  • Tempo 23m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em ago 17, 2019
"Is there any good coach here baby skin" the flirt escaped from Louis' mouth even before he could stop it, he just wished that the guy was gay.
"umm..i...oh...what" the guy stammered being to focused in Louis' beauty to pay attention to anything else "i know the new coach is quite good, the best i would say...sweet cheeks" the giant finally said returning the flirt making Louis relieved now knowing he was gay.
"ohh yeah? Why would you say that? Have you trained with him already?" Louis raised an eyebrow while questining the man in front of him.
"well... i am him" the emerald eyes said while steping closer to Louis never breaking eye contact.

Or an au where Louis needs a new boxer coach and Harry is the new coacher in the city.
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Off The Record

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© Tomlinsontoes on ao3 Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don't. "I'm not your personal assistant you know," Harry says once he gets there and Louis lets him in and he shoves the bag into his hands. "I'm your publicist." "I know that," Louis smiles a devilish grin patting Harry in the middle of his chest as he takes the bag, "but look at you personally assisting me," he says looking in the bag and pulling out the Cheetos. I also know that my PA turns his phone on silent at night, and clearly, you don't. Waiting for a booty call or something?" Louis says turning on his heels and scurrying over to his sofa and plopping down. Harry swears he sees a puff of orange dust soar into the air when Louis opens the bag. He's amazed that couch is as clean as it looks.