Sick Minded || L.S. ✔️

"Louis?" Harry asks in a breathy voice, immediately stopping both of their laughter. Louis looks down at him expectantly, but as soon as baby blue meets forest green, his breath hitches.

"Yeah?" Louis asks just as breathy as he stares down at the most beautiful boy he has ever laid his eyes on. Probably the the most beautiful boy-human-period.

"Well-um...I was wondering," Harry pauses and takes a deep breath, this is the first time all evening that he has felt out of place and insecure with himself. "Would you maybe-possibly want to-" Harry's words are immediately muffled by Louis lips overlapping his and the sudden sensation makes Harry's head spin.

Louis isn't sure why he did it, Harry just looked so precious laying underneath him as his lips so pointedly formed every word he breathed into life. He couldn't fight the urge to feel those plump, pink lips against his and, so, he kissed him. And, God, he has never felt something this phenomenal in his life.