It doesn't matter how far they've come; whenever Louis looks at Harry, he can still see that boy ducking his head in the toilet, blushing because Louis told him there was no way he wouldn't win. It still makes Louis' breath catch, the fact that Harry is still his, despite - well, everything. The eyes always watching, the pressure, the lies.
And soon, soon, at least the lying will come to an end. Five years later, waiting and wanting, and the end is in sight.
"What are you grinnin' at?" Harry asks, peering through the kitchen door. "Breakfast's done, Lou." His smile widens into a somewhat evil grin, like he can even make those. "I bet you a kiss that you can't - "
He breaks off with a gasp as Louis pounces. "Lou!" he protests with a laugh, standing up on his tiptoes. "The food'll get cold."
"Get back down here, you giant," Louis says, reaching up to grab his cheeks. "No brekkie till after kisses."
"You're always so demanding," Harry murmurs, but he ducks down with a smile.
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RPF: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Date: 2015-09-26 09:26 pm (UTC)(One Direction RPF set in 2010; Louis and Harry at 23 & 21)
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It doesn't matter how far they've come; whenever Louis looks at Harry, he can still see that boy ducking his head in the toilet, blushing because Louis told him there was no way he wouldn't win. It still makes Louis' breath catch, the fact that Harry is still his, despite - well, everything. The eyes always watching, the pressure, the lies.
And soon, soon, at least the lying will come to an end. Five years later, waiting and wanting, and the end is in sight.
"What are you grinnin' at?" Harry asks, peering through the kitchen door. "Breakfast's done, Lou." His smile widens into a somewhat evil grin, like he can even make those. "I bet you a kiss that you can't - "
He breaks off with a gasp as Louis pounces. "Lou!" he protests with a laugh, standing up on his tiptoes. "The food'll get cold."
"Get back down here, you giant," Louis says, reaching up to grab his cheeks. "No brekkie till after kisses."
"You're always so demanding," Harry murmurs, but he ducks down with a smile.