cuddling fic miss androgyny! pretty please
They relocate to the lounge chairs on the balcony after they finish the first joint. Louis rolls them another one and they pass it back and forth while lying down, staring at the sky. There are no stars, because this is London and the only thing the London has is smog and air pollution, but it’s nice anyway.
“Lou,” Harry says, his words slurring together a bit. “Do you think if I flew up there, and like, blew all the smog away, we’d be able to see the stars?”
Louis gives him a look that would normally be scathing, but right now, just makes him look unimpressed. “How high are you?”
“One-point-eighty metres,” Harry answers promptly.
“That’s not what I meant,” Louis says, shifting to extend his foot over his lounge chair, and kicking Harry in the leg. He doesn’t clarify what he meant, though, which means that Harry answered him correctly. Harry is smart like that.
“Lou,” Harry says again, and Louis kicks him to show that he’s listening. Harry giggles. “Did you know your name rhymes with ‘blue’? Like your eyes?”
He doesn’t see it, but he thinks maybe Louis smiles. “And yours rhymes with…”
“Happy,” Harry supplies.
“No,” Louis says. “Marry. Marry Harry.”
Harry doesn’t know why that makes me giggle. “Marry me?” He asks. “Would you marry me, Lou? Just `cause it rhymes?”
Another kick. “No,” Louis answers. “I’d marry literally anyone in the world except you.”
That’s mean. Harry pouts. “Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to marry you,” Louis answers. He kicks Harry again. “You can’t make me.”
“You’re mean,” Harry replies. “I don’t like you. And stop kicking me.”
“No,” Louis says. He kicks Harry again to prove his point.
And Harry decides that the best thing to do is to get off his lounge chair, climb on top of Louis, and pin him down with his body. Just so Louis stops kicking him.