white knuckle ride 21k
“Harry, are you flirting with me?”
“I—Maybe?” Harry scratched the back of his neck looking bashful. “Yeah, I am.”
“Well, then you should ask for my number.” Louis spinned on his chair from side to side, looking up at Harry through his lashes, an ear-splitting grin on his face.
“Can I?”
“Can you what, Harry?” Louis batted his eyes up at him. His insides rearranged inside of him, twisting into shapeless forms. He had half a mind to give his sternum a punch or two to get his organs to get their shit together before he threw up heart-shaped blood clots on Harry’s sweater.
Harry huffed and rolled his eyes—green eyes, so so green—but a smile pulled the pierced corner of his lip. “Can I have your number, Louis?”
Written for @bottomlouisficfest
Art by @tektokat
