Harry heaved a sigh, mostly for dramatic purposes, but also because he really needed the oxygen after choking so hard. “Look behind you.”
As Liam turned to look, Harry hoisted himself up from the lane he was still standing in, water dripping all over, creating a puddle around him immediately. Liam used to tell him not to get him wet but he’d gotten used to it.
“Oh, H,” Liam cooed, sympathy in his tone as he caught sight of Louis, who was now perched atop his tall chair, looking bored as ever.
Harry hadn’t been expecting that at all, thought his best friend would tease him as that had been the usual reaction up until now. He frowned at his friend as he stood up from where he’d been crouching.
“You’ve got to do something about it. You’ve been pining over him for months,” Liam carried on, warm brown eyes worried.
“What am I supposed to do, Li? Walk over and just say, ‘hey, your arse in those swim trunks is distracting me from my training, so d’you want to go on a date with me so I can stop wondering what it’d feel like in my hands and get my fill of staring at you before I swim’.”
Liam stared at him, unamused. “You could, but you’d probably get a restraining order, and maybe a slap on the cheek, instead of a date.”
“He could slap my cheeks anytime,” Harry sighed, dreamily, head tilting in admiration as he watched Louis absent-mindedly scratch at the barely-there scruff outlining his sharp jaw, the man’s sharp gaze surveying the swimming lanes where a few other people were training.
He was vaguely aware of the fact that Liam was groaning next to him, the lad rubbing at his forehead with the pads of his fingers.
“For your competition’s sake, and for the good of my sanity, please ask him out. You have nothing to lose, Harry,” Liam urged.
- from I’m Tripping Over Your Every Single Move by lookingfortherainbow / @andtheywerebandmates
[Harry/Louis, 6k, Swimmer au]
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