WHY DO PEOPLE KEEP ENCOURAGING ME TO WRITE FIC ABOUT THIS WAIF IF HE NEVER BECOMES FAMOUS IT’LL BE A BIT AWKWARD
"Reminds me of you," Louis says to Harry as they watch from backstage, the results. They’ve already performed and went down a hit, of course. He’s said this before, but it sounds different when they’re actually in the same building and not watching it at home.
"I know," Harry answers anyway, his knuckles brushing Louis’s thigh. "What are you thinking? You’ve got that face on. The one you think looks persuasive."
"Is persuasive," argues Louis before he continues. "I wanna watch you. With him. I think." He smiles hopefully. "It’d be gorgeous."
Harry is about to say no without a second thought, but then he glances back out onto the stage and George is looking straight back at him, his gaze flicking between him and Louis. He really is quite attractive, and when he gives them a curious grin, Harry thinks, well. Maybe.