Apr 4, 2017
Our blood is boiling 6k
“I can’t believe you’re making me this angry when it’s almost midnight and I’m not even drunk. You know what? I could take you down right here, right now—”
“You’re red.” Harry interrupts, his lips curving up into a smug grin. “Am I making you red?”
Louis purses his lips and absentmindedly brings a hand up to feel his cheek. It’s definitely warm. God, how can he even come back from this?
[Louis meets indie singer Harry Styles, otherwise known as the bane of his existence, at a pub.]