hi hi josie this is for you
au where harry and louis go camping for a weekend to celebrate before going off to college. they’ve always been best friends but they’re going to different schools in the fall. (in the same city of course because these two) and harry’s got all the essentials packed because louis is useless with that kind of thing and won’t stop complaining during the hike about his body not being built for this kind of torture, but harry just smiles his louis smile and whips out a candy bar and suddenly the other boy is suspiciously silent (definitely not because his cheeks are full of kit at) they pick a spot and harry sets up their tent while louis offers unhelpful advice from a yard chair (fond expression because of course) "I think that stick goes the other way mate" and harry's all disgruntled "you know you could help lou" and louis is all "but i like the view from here" and harry blushes and gets back to work because the quicker he gets the tent up the quicker he can snog louis under it (but he's not supposed to think about that because they are just Friends with a capital f). they cook dinner over a fire (that louis started with a lighter from his pocket, gloating over the fact that he remembered something that harry didn’t) and it gets dark and they talk and drink and laugh and remember that time when? it’s all lovely and reminiscent but also a bit daunting because this is kind of their last time with each other as each other. and like that’s scary so maybe that’s why harry ends up with his head in louis’ lap and louis ends up with his hands twisted in harry's hair while they snuggle on a knobby floor of twigs, eating smores from the other boy’s fingers (and trying not to cry because this is it this is it) and when their eyes feel heavy and conversation falls into a natural lull they move into the tent and flick on the lantern harry insisted upon bringing. the white-blue glow makes louis look so much younger (like he did when they met in maths class, both helping each other cheat on a pop quiz with identical naughty little smirks) blame the nostalgia but harry’s fingers are suddenly on louis’ cheek, not moving or anything, just touching, just feeling the faint traces of scruff. and louis looks confused at first but then his eyes go a shade darker and oh. then he’s nuzzling into harry's hand. and then harry is placing small kisses on louis' closed eyelids and then he’s kissing the little dip below louis' nose. and then finally his lips because fuck everything this is what they've both been waiting for wishing hoping for and all louis can do is try and kiss harry back through his smile of relief because whatever fears he had about this being the end of harry and lou were dead wrong because clearly it’s just the beginning.
