phlb

But that’s when he met Louis’ eyes. He looked straight at him, gave a small, wry smile that looked cold and didn’t reach his eyes.  He leaned down to place open-mouthed kisses on the unnamed girl’s exposed neck and shoulder, yet inexplicably still holding his eye contact with Louis.

ASSHOLE

What froze Louis was what Harry was doing. He had a girl in front of him, and he was dancing with her filthily. Absolutely filthily. There was no space between their bodies – every inch was pressed against every inch, grinding hard against each other. It was like they were practically having sex on the dance floor.

excUSE ME HARRY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING

JESUS

..just warn me if you plan on bringing home Moaning Monica again - “

Niall snorted. “Every time you call her that it makes me think of Harry Potter.”

“At least she doesn’t look like Moaning Myrtle,” Louis conceded.

“Sounds like her though,” they said simultaneously, before bending over with laughter.