What The F*ck {L.S.}

[DISCONTINUED]

Harry decided to close his eyes again until after a bit something came over and blocked the sun from his face.

"I wanna say something but I genuinely don't know what to say." Louis truthfully shared as he stared down at Harry.

"This is technically your fault- me being stuck here."

"Is that so?" Louis laughed, bending down to softly brush his knuckles against Harry's cheek.

"Yes and you know it- stop being cheeky." Harry mumbled.

"You're right I suppose, it probably wasn't smart to get drunk and shit the night before a game." Louis agreed.

"No you idiot. You fucked me." Harry sarcastically remarked.

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It's one thing after another with these two.

Or

After a certain event that brings these two enemies closer, Louis and Harry find themselves in one situation together to the next. What the fuck is up with that?

!toplinson