you wish i was yours and i hope that you're mine || l.s

“What did you wish for?”

Harry blushes, “If I tell you it won’t come true…”

Louis sits straight again, a cute little determined look forming on his face, “I wished that a certain curly ‘aired boy would take me on more dates because I ‘ad such a good time on this one. And that’s going to come true, isn’t it?”

“Of course,” Harry nearly splutters. “Yeah, yeah definitely.”

“See?” Louis grins smugly. “Now I told you mine and it’s still going to come true, so will you tell me yours?”

Their wishes were different though, because whereas Louis’ wish was cute and endearing, Harry found his own wish rather embarrassing. But he can’t lie to Louis, nor can he say no to Louis, so he sucks in a shaky breath of air before he speaks softly, “I wished that I was brave enough to kiss you…”

or

the one where the french boy charms the english boy who is afraid to fall in love.