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Title: You could have just told me, you know?
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Rating: g
Word count: 1065
Summary: It was really strange for Harry when he suddenly started blushing. More and more often the red colour would creep up into his cheeks and he felt his face getting hot. He didn’t understand it. He really didn’t. People loved him and his curls, he had no reason to blush. Niall maybe, the Irish lad still was quite shy now and then, but never him. He was cheeky, flirty, confident, he didn’t do blushing.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
AN: enjoy :)
The five boys were as different as they could be. Liam was the mature one, the one that made sure none burned down the apartment and that they were on time for interviews and shows. Zayn was the deep one, that really did have a slight tendency to stand in front of the mirror all the time. Niall was the one that was always laughing. Louis the one that always made people laugh. And Harry was the flirty one. But they all shared two traits, first was their love for music and second all of them were quite confident and never blushed.
And so it was really strange for Harry when he suddenly started blushing. More and more often the red colour would creep up into his cheeks and he felt his face getting hot. He didn’t understand it. He really didn’t. He was the most confident of all of them. People, women especially loved him and his curls, he had no reason to blush. Niall maybe, the Irish lad still was quite shy now and then, but never him. He was cheeky, flirty, confident, he didn’t do blushing.
He didn’t do it and yet he found himself desperate trying to force the blood out of his cheeks whenever the blue eyed boy popped up in his mind.
He was sick. His nose was running, he was coughing all the time, he hadn’t showered in two days, basically he looked like hell. Harry was laying on their couch, wrapped in a thick blanket, a tea mug in his hand and randomly skipping through shows on TV when Lou entered the living room. “Hey honey.” He grinned as he flopped down besides the sick lad.
“Hey.” Harry answered. “Liam’s freaking out because we have this interview later tonight and you’re still sick.” Louis told him. “Well, I can’t exactly change it.” Harry grumbled back. “I’ll just sit there and look horribly while you guys do the interview. Just gonna tape a vocal rest sign onto me again and we’ll be good.” “Well, you just do that.” Lou laughed as he stood up again and walked out the room. “By the way,” He exclaimed, sticking his head back through the door. “You still look utterly gorgeous, curly.” And he blushed.
And he still couldn’t keep from blushing when he remembered that moment that had happened two days ago.
Harry entered the apartment and let his sports bag drop down on the floor. He kicked the trainers off his feet and run his hand through the sweaty curls.
He was worn out. Today they had had a concert and a photoshoot and after that he had headed off to the gym. Sometimes he needed the time alone there, to feel the familiar pull in his muscles as he did the different exercises. It kept him grounded and offered a possibility to keep him fit enough for all the concerts.
He probably looked like hell, curls wet with sweat, tired expression and dark circles beneath his eyes from the lack of sleep in the past weeks. On stage nobody noticed, because they wore make up, but now without it he looked like a ghost, he thought as he caught a glimpse of himself when he passed a mirror.
“Hey.” He greeted his flat mate when he entered the living room, on his way to the shower. “Hey beautiful. How was the gym?” Lou answered from his place on the sofa and Harry had to suppress and annoyed groan when he felt the familiar heat rise up in his cheeks. Only Louis fucking Tomlinson could make him blush. The other guys? Never. Fans? Never. Show hosts, interviewers? No chance in hell. His family? Nope. Only him.
“It was alright.” He mumbled an answer before quickly leaving the room in the desperate need to hide his blush, because he knew Louis would never let him live that down, if he ever found out.
The memory alone was enough to make his cheeks feel like they were on fire. “And what are you blushing about?” Lou’s voice made him snap out of his thoughts. Shit. Fuck. His. Life. “Errmh… just, err… nothing.” He stuttered, admittedly very unconvincingly. “Sure, and I am going to believe that.” His best friend laughed. “Now, tell me. What is it?” “Nothing.” Harry answered. “Gorgeous? Tell me.” And he blushed again. But this time, Lou couldn’t help but catch on. “Is little Hazza blushing because I called him gorgeous?” He asked, laughing slightly as he scooted closer to his best friend. “No… why would I? I mean we are friends. It’s not like-” Harry stuttered, but stopped abruptly when Lou straddled him. “There’s no need to blush.” The older lad whispered, his fingers trailing along Harry’s jaw line. “You really are gorgeous, beautiful, astonishing.” And then he leant down and kissed the shocked curly haired guy beneath him.
His lips were soft and Harry kissed back. At first it was awkward, it didn’t really fit, but the Harry shifted a little and turned his head and suddenly it was perfect. When Lou trailed his tongue along the other guys upper lip, begging for entrance, Harry happily obeyed. The kiss wasn’t that kind of passionate one, that made you want to tear each other’s clothes off. It was soft and sweet and full of love, because that is what the two were. Completely and utterly in love, whether they had realized it before this or not, they were and there was no way denying that.
Shortly later, they pulled apart and a content sigh escaped Harry. “What was that?” Harry asked confused. “I was getting desperate here.” Lou laughed. “I’ve run out of patience. I mean, what more should I do? I thought by now you would have understood what I was trying to do?” His fingers were slowly trailing over the other guy’s face, outlining the smile that had appeared there when they were kissing. “You mean you’ve had this whole blushing thing planed?” Harry asked. “Maybe.” The older lad laughed, causing a pout to appear on the others lips. “You could have just told me, you know?” “Yeah, I could. But where would the fun have been in that?” Louis laughed. “Now, come on. I think I know something where your lips can be of more use that that pouting.” And then they leant in again.
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Rating: g
Word count: 1065
Summary: It was really strange for Harry when he suddenly started blushing. More and more often the red colour would creep up into his cheeks and he felt his face getting hot. He didn’t understand it. He really didn’t. People loved him and his curls, he had no reason to blush. Niall maybe, the Irish lad still was quite shy now and then, but never him. He was cheeky, flirty, confident, he didn’t do blushing.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine.
AN: enjoy :)
The five boys were as different as they could be. Liam was the mature one, the one that made sure none burned down the apartment and that they were on time for interviews and shows. Zayn was the deep one, that really did have a slight tendency to stand in front of the mirror all the time. Niall was the one that was always laughing. Louis the one that always made people laugh. And Harry was the flirty one. But they all shared two traits, first was their love for music and second all of them were quite confident and never blushed.
And so it was really strange for Harry when he suddenly started blushing. More and more often the red colour would creep up into his cheeks and he felt his face getting hot. He didn’t understand it. He really didn’t. He was the most confident of all of them. People, women especially loved him and his curls, he had no reason to blush. Niall maybe, the Irish lad still was quite shy now and then, but never him. He was cheeky, flirty, confident, he didn’t do blushing.
He didn’t do it and yet he found himself desperate trying to force the blood out of his cheeks whenever the blue eyed boy popped up in his mind.
He was sick. His nose was running, he was coughing all the time, he hadn’t showered in two days, basically he looked like hell. Harry was laying on their couch, wrapped in a thick blanket, a tea mug in his hand and randomly skipping through shows on TV when Lou entered the living room. “Hey honey.” He grinned as he flopped down besides the sick lad.
“Hey.” Harry answered. “Liam’s freaking out because we have this interview later tonight and you’re still sick.” Louis told him. “Well, I can’t exactly change it.” Harry grumbled back. “I’ll just sit there and look horribly while you guys do the interview. Just gonna tape a vocal rest sign onto me again and we’ll be good.” “Well, you just do that.” Lou laughed as he stood up again and walked out the room. “By the way,” He exclaimed, sticking his head back through the door. “You still look utterly gorgeous, curly.” And he blushed.
And he still couldn’t keep from blushing when he remembered that moment that had happened two days ago.
Harry entered the apartment and let his sports bag drop down on the floor. He kicked the trainers off his feet and run his hand through the sweaty curls.
He was worn out. Today they had had a concert and a photoshoot and after that he had headed off to the gym. Sometimes he needed the time alone there, to feel the familiar pull in his muscles as he did the different exercises. It kept him grounded and offered a possibility to keep him fit enough for all the concerts.
He probably looked like hell, curls wet with sweat, tired expression and dark circles beneath his eyes from the lack of sleep in the past weeks. On stage nobody noticed, because they wore make up, but now without it he looked like a ghost, he thought as he caught a glimpse of himself when he passed a mirror.
“Hey.” He greeted his flat mate when he entered the living room, on his way to the shower. “Hey beautiful. How was the gym?” Lou answered from his place on the sofa and Harry had to suppress and annoyed groan when he felt the familiar heat rise up in his cheeks. Only Louis fucking Tomlinson could make him blush. The other guys? Never. Fans? Never. Show hosts, interviewers? No chance in hell. His family? Nope. Only him.
“It was alright.” He mumbled an answer before quickly leaving the room in the desperate need to hide his blush, because he knew Louis would never let him live that down, if he ever found out.
The memory alone was enough to make his cheeks feel like they were on fire. “And what are you blushing about?” Lou’s voice made him snap out of his thoughts. Shit. Fuck. His. Life. “Errmh… just, err… nothing.” He stuttered, admittedly very unconvincingly. “Sure, and I am going to believe that.” His best friend laughed. “Now, tell me. What is it?” “Nothing.” Harry answered. “Gorgeous? Tell me.” And he blushed again. But this time, Lou couldn’t help but catch on. “Is little Hazza blushing because I called him gorgeous?” He asked, laughing slightly as he scooted closer to his best friend. “No… why would I? I mean we are friends. It’s not like-” Harry stuttered, but stopped abruptly when Lou straddled him. “There’s no need to blush.” The older lad whispered, his fingers trailing along Harry’s jaw line. “You really are gorgeous, beautiful, astonishing.” And then he leant down and kissed the shocked curly haired guy beneath him.
His lips were soft and Harry kissed back. At first it was awkward, it didn’t really fit, but the Harry shifted a little and turned his head and suddenly it was perfect. When Lou trailed his tongue along the other guys upper lip, begging for entrance, Harry happily obeyed. The kiss wasn’t that kind of passionate one, that made you want to tear each other’s clothes off. It was soft and sweet and full of love, because that is what the two were. Completely and utterly in love, whether they had realized it before this or not, they were and there was no way denying that.
Shortly later, they pulled apart and a content sigh escaped Harry. “What was that?” Harry asked confused. “I was getting desperate here.” Lou laughed. “I’ve run out of patience. I mean, what more should I do? I thought by now you would have understood what I was trying to do?” His fingers were slowly trailing over the other guy’s face, outlining the smile that had appeared there when they were kissing. “You mean you’ve had this whole blushing thing planed?” Harry asked. “Maybe.” The older lad laughed, causing a pout to appear on the others lips. “You could have just told me, you know?” “Yeah, I could. But where would the fun have been in that?” Louis laughed. “Now, come on. I think I know something where your lips can be of more use that that pouting.” And then they leant in again.