“There wasn’t any sex!” Louis protests, face going red. His leg is linked over Harry’s and there’s a spot of dried come on the toe of his sneaker.
Niall raises a haughty eyebrow, unconvinced. “No sex?”
“He probably means no penetrative sex,” Zayn clarifies unhelpfully from the front seat. It’s unclear who makes a worse sound: Liam or Louis.
Niall clucks his tongue and frowns. “A load’s a load, man,” he argues. “And a load blown at the hand of another is still sex, no matter how you cut it.” He pauses then and grins. “Hey! That was pretty fuckin’ poetic,” he says proudly.“Someone write that shit down.”
Harry just laughs and denies absolutely nothing, pinching at Louis’ lower back, down where no one else can see. Louis swats him away because no one, no one is going to belittle his finest act of bravery.
“Shut the hell up, Horan,” he says grumpily, but he’s unable to even pretend not to smile because there’s a boy right next to him with a hickey just below his collar thanks to Louis himself, and Louis can’t even begin to articulate just how good that feels.
Atlas At Last
Big Bang Round 5 ~ Publish Date: May 1
Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn’s an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam’s the pastor’s son running away from home, and Niall’s the number they call on the bathroom wall.
It’s 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.
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