“You like me,” Harry states. The moon hits his cutting cheekbones, the slope of his nose, his jaw, the thick dark lashes that frame his eyes, unwavering. His stance exudes confidence, his arms are crossed in front of his chest. He looks at Louis like Louis has no escape, and he’s right. “Also, you’re bored. This would give you something to do aside from working and getting high. And I need you. Like. Only you can help me with this.”
Louis quirks his eyebrows. “Compelling.”
“Tell me I’m wrong,” Harry challenges, eyes glittering.
Louis purses his lips, shaking his head condescendingly. “I’ve got a feeling you haven’t been told that enough in your life, you could use it.”
Harry smirks like someone who always gets his way. “Still haven’t said it.”
Louis dodges. “So I should help you out of boredom and my natural penchant for scheming?”
“Basically. Will you?”
kind of a chuck & blair au. coming soon.