Being around Harry is always exciting. Louis swears he's always discovering new things that he's never felt before when he's around him. He gets a shiver down his spine when Harry puts his hand on his lower back, an unexplainable warmness when he presses a deep kiss to the skin of Louis' cheek. His heart feels like it beats ten times faster and he sometimes wonders if Harry can feel it when it does, when his words slow and his throat drops into his stomach because he simply doesn't know what to do with the onslaught of sudden desire. Already from just thinking about him alone Louis can feel his skin heat up again, the familiar tremble in his movement. His brain feels hazy around the edges when he closes his eyes and tries to picture how Harry looked only moments ago when he'd kissed Louis goodbye out front of his flat. His lips had been soft just like they always are, thin but thorough as they met Louis'. A swipe of his tongue and a hand on the back of his head, another at his waist, the taste of the sweet wine from dinner still heavy on their taste buds. But it always stops there. I did not write this. All credits go to soldouthaz on ao3.