we filled our cups and lit one up (a series of unfinished universes)
title: we filled our cups and lit one up
fandom: one direction
pairing: louis tomlinson/harry styles
word count: 341
note: part of the "a series of unfinished universes" project
universe: spy!au
“Spies aren’t supposed to fall in love with other spies.” Harry murmurs idly, kicking at Louis shoe where it dangles over the edge of the balcony. "Particularly spies that were sent to do each other in."
“I’m not a spy.” Louis replies easily, arms braced back behind him. Harry snorts.
“Carrying it over a bit much, aren’t you?” Harry smirks. Louis laughs to himself, smile just barely showing his teeth as he looks over the city, as alive and bright as ever.
“I’m a doctor,” Louis says idly, tossing his head back a little bit, looking up and then over at Harry. “or I’m a lifeguard. Sometimes a painter, other times a traveler.” He shakes his head as he tosses a bit of crumbled stone from the ledge over towards the city, chuckling when he hears it land some hundred feet below. “I’m nothing, really.”
Harry pulls his feet back up over the ledge and tucks them under himself, turning to face Louis fully. “You’re Louis.” He says quietly, pressing his hand up to cradle against Louis’ jaw. He feels the slight rub of stubble against his palm when Louis laughs. “You’re my Louis.”
“And you’re my Harry.” He answers softly, and then they’re kissing, hot and sweet and desperate all at one.
Harry thinks that even if they weren’t perched over an open balcony where just one push could easily send both of them hurdling over the edge, kissing Louis would be the most dangerous thing he’s ever done.
“This could be it.” Harry mutters against Louis lips while his hands slip down to his waist, sliding under the lapels of his tux. “You could just push me over the edge and be done with it.”
Louis hums, pushing himself closer into Louis’ hands. “Yes, I could.” He says lightly, his lips against Harry’s jaw. “And I’m sure many of my superiors would be very happy if I did that.”
“But?” Harry asks expectantly, stretching his neck out for Louis to have more access.
“But fuck them, I love you.”
fandom: one direction
pairing: louis tomlinson/harry styles
word count: 341
note: part of the "a series of unfinished universes" project
universe: spy!au
“Spies aren’t supposed to fall in love with other spies.” Harry murmurs idly, kicking at Louis shoe where it dangles over the edge of the balcony. "Particularly spies that were sent to do each other in."
“I’m not a spy.” Louis replies easily, arms braced back behind him. Harry snorts.
“Carrying it over a bit much, aren’t you?” Harry smirks. Louis laughs to himself, smile just barely showing his teeth as he looks over the city, as alive and bright as ever.
“I’m a doctor,” Louis says idly, tossing his head back a little bit, looking up and then over at Harry. “or I’m a lifeguard. Sometimes a painter, other times a traveler.” He shakes his head as he tosses a bit of crumbled stone from the ledge over towards the city, chuckling when he hears it land some hundred feet below. “I’m nothing, really.”
Harry pulls his feet back up over the ledge and tucks them under himself, turning to face Louis fully. “You’re Louis.” He says quietly, pressing his hand up to cradle against Louis’ jaw. He feels the slight rub of stubble against his palm when Louis laughs. “You’re my Louis.”
“And you’re my Harry.” He answers softly, and then they’re kissing, hot and sweet and desperate all at one.
Harry thinks that even if they weren’t perched over an open balcony where just one push could easily send both of them hurdling over the edge, kissing Louis would be the most dangerous thing he’s ever done.
“This could be it.” Harry mutters against Louis lips while his hands slip down to his waist, sliding under the lapels of his tux. “You could just push me over the edge and be done with it.”
Louis hums, pushing himself closer into Louis’ hands. “Yes, I could.” He says lightly, his lips against Harry’s jaw. “And I’m sure many of my superiors would be very happy if I did that.”
“But?” Harry asks expectantly, stretching his neck out for Louis to have more access.
“But fuck them, I love you.”