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Louis' body all to <strong>on</strong>e spot.<br />
With Harry’s nails digging into the skin to repress a gag, the darkened color of Harry’s lips <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
the feeling of his flattened t<strong>on</strong>gue <strong>on</strong> Louis’ shaft, he comes without warning, spurts flying down<br />
Harry’s throat as he takes Louis deep <strong>on</strong>ce more, not even flinching at the salty taste. The mess of<br />
curse words that string from Louis’ clenched mouth is incoherent <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> impossible to make out.<br />
“M’sorry, I should’ve warned you” Louis says when his voice is even enough.<br />
“It’s fine,” Harry smiles, his lips glossed, “I like it.”<br />
“Damn,” is all Louis can manage to get out in a short, heavy breath. Harry just laughs, licking the<br />
remainder of come from his lips <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> tucking Louis’ back into his jeans.<br />
When Louis looks back up, the “art” piece in fr<strong>on</strong>t of him makes him snort out a half-hearted<br />
laugh. It looks like a hot fucking mess. The petals are uneven <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> sloppy, the yellow center is<br />
swirled into a glob <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> overall it’s a work any mom would love to hang <strong>on</strong> their refrigerator to<br />
h<strong>on</strong>or their five year old child.<br />
But all it represents is Harry’s lips <strong>on</strong> his tingling skin, so he’s going to let it dry then keep it. All<br />
memories.<br />
“You were supposed to inspire me,” Louis says, keeping a sarcastic smirk <strong>on</strong> his face as he<br />
watches Harry come to a st<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>, knees a little wobbly. Like Bambi. “look at this mess.”<br />
“Mess?” Harry’s h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> flattens over his heart, “this is art, Louis Tomlins<strong>on</strong>.”<br />
“Art my ass.”<br />
“Your ass is-“<br />
“Harry,” Louis interjects, stopping Harry directly in his tracks, “if you try to hit me with that corny<br />
line, you’re sleeping <strong>on</strong> the street.”<br />
Full, swollen lips pout out from Harry’s face as he mouths a ‘not nice,’ before shimmying deeper<br />
into his scarlet sweater. He’s so purely beautiful that Louis could easily stare at him for the rest of<br />
eternity, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> then more. His curls are even messier, his face bloomed in a red blush, pupils blown<br />
into a wild forest green. Every inch of him just glows, radiates, Louis can feel it all the way to his<br />
b<strong>on</strong>es.<br />
Harry’s true self shines brighter than any star in the sky <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> puts any<strong>on</strong>e else to shame. It’s tragic,<br />
really, how he had tried to dull <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> hide himself when beneath the surface was some<strong>on</strong>e so perfect<br />
it didn’t seem real. In fact, if Louis hadn’t watched Harry shed away his shell, he’d think this was<br />
some sick joke some<strong>on</strong>e was playing <strong>on</strong> him. Because no way, no way, some<strong>on</strong>e could be so<br />
attractive, funny, charismatic, sweet <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> at the same time actually have a thing for Louis.<br />
Louis.<br />
Who spends too much time shopping for decorati<strong>on</strong>s when he doesn’t have the m<strong>on</strong>ey to spend.<br />
Who doesn’t feel at ease unless he’s surrounded by c<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>les <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> coco<strong>on</strong>s himself in blankets when<br />
the world has become too much. Who has great fashi<strong>on</strong> sense but doesn’t care to be around<br />
people who would admire it. Who tries so hard to be something so impossible, so rare. He’s kind<br />
of an embarrassment, but with the way Harry’s looking at him he feels like the most amazing thing<br />
<strong>on</strong> planet earth.<br />
You could say that, yeah, Louis’ starting to go a little crazy for Harry Styles.