AU. When superstar singer and winner of The Voice Louis
Tomlinson tweets “Nothing worse than waking up with no milk for a cuppa
!! Gutted” he doesn’t expect someone to bring him some. And he really
doesn’t expect that someone to have bright green eyes, long curly hair,
and (fucking) dimples.
Harry/Louis | 77k
| famous-not famous
| explicit (kind of share that)
He pressed the screen to show him video from the gate. It wasn’t Liam.
It was a boy - a man - he didn’t recognise. Long hair, half-hanging over
his face as he looked down at his shoes. Louis squinted. Boots. He was
wearing pointy-toed boots. Who the fuck was this? If it was a pap he was
going to freak the fuck out.
“Yeah?” Louis said just as the boy looked up and directly into the
camera and… Jesus Fucking Christ. His eyes. And his mouth. Louis’ dick
twitched again and he pressed down on it with the heel of his hand. It
was too long since he’d had sex. Much too long.
“Hey,” the boy said and smiled. “I, um, this is a bit weird.”
His voice. And his face. Louis opened his mouth to speak, but nothing
came out for a second. “Do I know you?” he managed, eventually. He
sounded weird. Squeaky. He wanted to punch himself in the face.
“Ah no,” the boy said. And grinned. And Louis felt all his breath go out
of him. He might even have groaned. Dimple. Massive fucking dimple.
“I’m Harry,” he said. “I’m, uh, I live just…” He turned and pointed over
his shoulder. “I mean, not right there. Not that house. But a few
houses down. I’m a neighbour, is what m’saying.”
“Right,” Louis said.
Harry dipped his head so his hair fell forward again and he scrubbed a
hand through it before flipping his head back and there was that face
“Fuck,” Louis murmured.
“Yeah, sorry,” Harry said. “This was a bad idea. It was… My housemate
sort of dared me to– I’ll just leave it here and go. Sorry.”
“Wait. What?” Louis said. “Leave what?”
Thanks to all the ridiculous security briefings he’d been given, his
first thought was a bomb. And then he pictured a basket of kittens and
what the fuck was even going on in his brain. (A basket of bombs? An
“Oh shit, yeah, sorry!” Harry said and grinned again and his face was
just - Louis realised he was half-slumped against the hall wall - his
face was incredible. Beautiful. Adorable. Harry held up a two litre
bottle of milk. “We saw your tweet.”