"So we probably shouldn't do this." Louis says, and Harry knows he means staying like this, wrapped up in each other, and he nods, then lifts his head from Louis' shoulder. His eyes are focused on the ground while he tries to will the tears away. "We shouldn't. I'm sorry Lou it's just-" "Hey it's fine, baby." Louis promises, gently rubbing this thumb over Harry's cheek. Harry leans into the touch and blinks up at Louis. "Not your fault." Louis says, looking around before he presses his lips against Harry's in a short but sweet kiss. "You're like my dirty little secret now." He grins wickedly and gives a wink, making Harry blush and bite his lip as he steps away. ⋆ .ೃ ࿔ *: ・ or a 70s tennis au filled with skirts, pet names and intrigue
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