Louis looks around for at least twenty minutes, trying to find where they came from.
“Was it this way?” he asks Harry, pointing in one direction.
“Um, no. I don’t remember that tree.”
Louis sighs and turns his head. “What about this one?”
“I don’t-“
“Okay you have to stop saying that to everything I point at when we both know you weren’t even watching where we came from because you were too busy staring at my ass!” Louis exclaims, propping a hand on his hip in a disapproving manor.
“And we both know that you like it when I stare at you.”
Louis makes a face, but doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. He’s obviously been taken by surprise.
“Getting cocky now, are we?”
“We both got cocky just minutes ago.” Harry says, trying to make a pun but failing.
Louis stares at him before he
