He mounted the bike, keeping it straddled between his thighs as he pulled on his gloves and then his helmet. He looked over to where Harry was standing nearby, still holding his helmet in his hands.
“You’ll never get home if you don’t get on,” Louis coaxed, and Harry’s head snapped up. He sighed, and lifted the helmet over his head, pulling it on and securing the strap under his chin as he climbed behind Louis.
“Hold on,” Louis said once Harry was behind him, and then glanced back, “Harry. I said hold on.”
“I—“ Harry began, but before he could start, Louis grabbed onto one of his hands and set it on his own hip.
“Now do that with the other hand,” Louis commanded, and Harry lifted his head, his eyes wide under the visor of the helmet. Eventually, though, he set his other hand on Louis’s hip.
“There you are,” Louis huffed, “Now do that tightly.”
With that, he kicked his leg up and revved the bike, pulsing forward and out of the lot. Harry’s chest shuddered with breath behind him and his hands tightened on his hips, his body leaning forward into Louis’s as they pulled out of the lot and onto the street outside.
Last night my sweet friend @notthatharry commissioned the incredible @passthepencil to draw a scene based on one of my favorite scenes from my og baby, pray for some sweet simplicity ... I’m so over the moon with this piece, it’s just so lovely, thank you again to Christina for commissioning it and of course to Mica for her amazing talent 💙
