we're not broken, just bent | larry stylinson

‘Can you do something for me?’’ he whispered. Louis nodded, squeezing his hand. They both laid on their sides, their bodies touching, because Louis had a small bed. He used to hate it, but now, it might not be that bad.
‘’Anything.’’
‘’Anything?’’ Harry asked, inching closer. Louis nodded again, licking his lips. ‘’Kiss me?’’ Louis’ breath hitched, but he nodded nevertheless. He leaned closer, only stopping when their lips were almost touching.