6. things you said under the stars and in the grass
“Pass me the rum, yeah?” Harry asks, holding his arm out to Louis.
“Settle down there, mate, I’ll only be a minute.”
Harry rolls his eyes as Louis takes a swig from the plastic bottle, wincing at the taste.
“Fuck’s sake, we’ve already had half the bottle, you’d think I’d be over the taste by now,” Louis says, leaning back and settling into the grass.
That’s true, Harry thinks to himself. They spent the second night of Leeds fest dancing in the mud, chugging as much rum as they could handle, and running from people hounding them for pictures. It’s chaos – complete and utter, filthy, chaos – and Harry loves every second of it. He takes a small sip of rum, deciding he should start slowing down for the night, and lays down next to Louis.
Above them, the stars look sloppy. Harry smiles to himself, thinking even the stars are drunk tonight. There’s a song playing off on some distant stage, blaring loud enough that Harry can still make it out. It’s that one song by My Chemical Romance, I am not afraid to keep on living…
“It’s lovely,” He mumbles, the words drifting lazily out of his mouth, “All of it is so… lovely.”
He didn’t even think Louis heard him, but Louis snaps his head suddenly so that he’s looking straight at Harry, and it catches him off guard. “You’re so lovely,” He says, speech slurred but certain.
Harry laughs at that – guffaws, really – and squints his eyes as his head pushes further into the damp grass.
“What’s so funny about that?” Louis asks, sounding genuinely offended.
“You think I’m lovely,” Harry teases, staring into the blue of Louis’ eyes as if to challenge him.
“So what if I do?” Louis asks, smirking. “You are lovely. Your dimples, and your curls, and your ridiculous laugh.”
“My laugh is not ridiculous.”
“No, you’re right. It’s not ridiculous at all,” Louis says, moving closer so that they’re merely centimeters apart on the grass. “It’s lovely, so lovely.”
Harry feels dizzy, unsure if it’s from too much booze or the tickling feeling rising in his belly, or a combination of the two. “Lou,” he starts, but he’s too late; Louis leans in and kisses him, placing his hand on Harry’s jaw and softly pulling him closer. Before he can gather his senses enough to process what is happening, Louis pulls away.
“Even lovelier than I thought,” Louis whispers, and Harry blushes.
Looking into his eyes now, Harry feels an overwhelming sense of calm, and it takes him a moment to realize Louis is staring back at him unabashedly. Harry blinks slowly, letting out a shaky breath as he whispers back, “I never told you to stop.”
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