borrow the moonlight
38k | larry | exes to lovers | explicit
The door opens, swinging inward and being stopped in its tracks by a firm hand before it hits the wall. Louis looks up, smile plastered on, ready to greet the man who canât, as an adult, tie his own bloody tie.
The smile falls.
As does Louisâ stomach, hurtling towards the floor like a poorly-made fairground ride.
No. No. Absolutely fucking not.
If thereâs one bright side to this, itâs that Harry looks as shocked as he does, standing frozen in the doorway like he just opened the door to the ghost of fucking Christmas past.
or, Louis and Harry broke up three years ago. The last thing Louis expects to see when heâs sent to help a guest is Harry, 3000 miles away from where heâs supposed to be.
prompt 298 for the @bottomlouisficfest















