fic; written in the stars (that’s me and you)
Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers.
To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”
Written for the prompt: Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he’s a scam.
Word Count: 22.6k
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written for the @bottomlouisficfest



















