“Wow, they’re really going at it aren’t they?” Louis asks Harry, nodding over at Barbara and Niall.
“Well, that’s like twelve years of pent up s****l frustration so I’m not really surprised. I’m just glad I’m not third-wheeling anymore.”
Louis takes the joint to his lips and takes two long drags before holding them in. He releases the smoke in Harry’s face.
“Want some?”
“Nah, ‘m good.”
“Hey, about earlier…sorry about calling you kid.”
Harry shakes his head. “You already apologized, it’s fine.”
“Maybe I just want you to pout again so I can have a reason to wipe it off your face.”
Harry’s eyes widen. “That’s not-you’re not subtle at all.”
“I don’t want to be subtle.” he says, and Harry suddenly finds himself with a lapful of Louis.
His thighs are straddling Harry’s, and his arms ar
