#pinkislouder

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dean: how did you do that

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She couldn’t tell whether it was the alcohol, the jealousy, or both -- but she felt like shit.

At this point, Louis was supposed to know better. She knew damn well that red wine made her feel all kinds of melancholic that she couldn’t even begin to put into words if she wanted to, but when Harry had bounced over in that ridiculously tiny yellow bikini and put down the bottle of red next to her “to save for Liam”, well... 

No one really expected her to keep her hands off it, right?

So now she was here, overwhelmed with feelings of eternal despair that she couldn’t rationalise but knew very well would be gone in the morning, and there was no one around to hold her through it. It was bloody unfair, is what it was. She was here with her friends, surrounded by laughter and warmth and booze, she was supposed to be happy. Right? That’s how it works. She was supposed to be happy. In that moment, though, there was an emptiness where fulfillment should be, and she was going to sulk about it, damn it. 

Besides. Having to watch Harry jump on Nick’s back in the lake to hit Niall in the face with a beach ball was all good and everything, but having her pay attention to Nick as intensely as she was...

Well, Louis couldn’t stop the big angry monster in her stomach from turning green.

The sun was slowly starting to set and Louis squinted, tipping her head back to let the last beams of sunlight hit her face. Harry seemed golden in this light, was the thing. She always did, to be fair. Her legs were wrapped around Nick’s waist tightly in a manner that made Louis swallow, and she vehemently wished she was in the water instead, that she could feel her skin press against her back. She hated Nick in that moment. That wasn’t necessarily new, but it was for ridiculous reasons this time.

Nick wouldn’t consider hooking up with a woman if Harry was the last woman on earth, but Louis’ feelings couldn’t be rationalised -- she watched as Harry pressed her tits against Nick’s back as she grabbed onto Niall’s hair, dunking him into the water, and cheered so loudly that the people a few towns over probably could hear it. 

Louis sighed, stretching her legs and lowering herself onto her back. 

“What’s wrong?” Liam asked from beside her, and Louis waved her hand, ordering her to leave without saying anything. It was a testament to their friendship that Liam understood without a single word.

Shadows surrounded her suddenly and Louis looked up to see where the sun had gone, taking another swig of the bottle, and swallowed heavily.

Harry was hovering above her, staring at her with a frown on her face, as if she knew exactly what Louis was thinking.

She couldn’t possibly.

“Louis,” Harry sighed in exasperation.

“What?”

“Not this again.” Harry shook her head and then got down on her knees. “We’ve been over this.”

“Over what?” Louis asked innocently, still clutching the bottle of red. Harry’s fingers slid around the neck of the bottle as she pried it out of her hands, taking a swig from it instead before tossing it to the ground.

“You shouldn’t drink red, you know better.” Her skin was glistening from the water, illuminated by golden hour, and god, she was hot, wasn’t she?

“You also shouldn’t leave it in my possession before leaving me behind. You know better,” Louis said stubbornly as she got up, and maybe the world was spinning a little bit -- it was entirely possible she’d finished the whole bottle within half an hour. 

“Not that again,” Harry smirked, throwing a glance at Nick, who was at this point trying to tug off Liam’s swimsuit. “He’s as gay as they come, Lou.”

Alright, so maybe Harry did know what Louis was thinking. 

“It’s not about that,” Louis said stubbornly, and Harry threw a leg over Louis’, sitting herself down on her lap firmly.

“How dare I leave you touch-starved, right?” Harry grinned and leaned in, brushing her lips over Louis’ own. 

“How dare you indeed,” Louis mumbled, only to kiss her back with a vigor that was usually only reserved for date night.

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

already answered this but let me come up with a fourth one: yesterday. it’s tremendously stupid, i know, but it reminds me of watching it in a cinema in manchester and it just makes me feel all kinds of fuzzy and warm. also, like, richard curtis.

5. who do you feel most you around?

i already answered this one as well and i wanted to do this differently, as in, who from your internet friends did you feel most comfortable around, but when i started typing that out i started feeling like i’d exclude people and i felt bad so i’ll leave it at this: you’re one of them. 💕

29. morning, afternoon or night?

easy, night. i hate mornings and i get sleepy in the afternoon after getting up early. i come alive at night 100% of the time.

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

already answered that too jfsdksdkl but the garage is home now, you know? it’s a very exciting kind of home, but it was home that evening, and i cherish it deeply to this day. 

16. compliment the person who sent you this number.

I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and it’s SUCH a good question. also I love you. also if anyone is reading this, please let me know your thoughts in the replies or on anon or via text as well? I’d love to know

25. “I could kiss you right now!”

77. “Give me cake or give me death.”

Louis lets herself into Harry’s flat without knocking. They’re passed knocking. Several years passed knocking, at least. Also, Louis texted to say she was coming over. Also also, Harry buzzed her up not two minutes ago. So. Louis reckons she’ll get away with not knocking.

She toes off her shoes in the hallway, kicking them to the side, where they join Harry and Niall’s impressive collection. She doesn’t bother taking off her jacket, just follows the low hum of music to the living room and falls onto the sofa, landing face-first into Harry’s thighs.

They’re nice thighs. Louis would really quite like to bite them for a bit. Put her teeth in, bruise them up. Something hot sparks behind her navel and she pushes it away. Not the time. Maybe the place, but not what she came for. Let alone that Harry might find it at least a little odd if Louis just started munching on her thighs. Since they’re not actually dating and all. Yeah.

She groans. Follows it up with, “give me cake or give me death.”

She’d be surprised if Harry actually managed to extract the words from the mumbles, what with how Louis’ face is buried in her legs. If only it would be buried between her legs, ha, now wouldn’t that be nice. And what, Jesus, one-track mind much? It’s possible that the lack of oxygen is getting to Louis’ head. She might beed to come up for air at some point, if she doesn’t want to suffocate to death. Also, cake. She wants cake. She needs to be alive to have cake.

She turns her face to the side, nose inches away from Harry’s belly. Harry’s hand brushes her hair to the side, tucking a few strands behind her ear. Louis’ neck is starting to protest against its position, but there’s humming where Harry’s fingers trace down her cheek before settling on her shoulder, and Louis is quite opposed to moving right now.

“Who says I have cake?” Harry asks, voice warm. So she did catch that.

Louis frowns. What kind of nonsense question is that. “You always have cake. Also, your entire flat literally smells like the chocolate one in your oven right now.”

Harry snorts, “busted.” Her fingers are drawing patterns into Louis’ shoulders, and Louis tries not to be distracted by them. “However, that cake needs another ten minutes. So how about you tell me what’s got you to the point where cake and death are the only two options left? And then when that’s off your chest, I’ll get you a slice.”

I love you, Louis thinks and doesn’t say. She used to just throw it out there. Constantly. Harry bringing tea, Harry laughing like a seal, Harry reading over Louis’ paper, Harry landing a punch at boxing class, Harry scraping her knee when falling off Louis’ skateboard, Harry being Harry was all the incentive Louis needed to proclaim she loved her.

It wasn’t a thing. Or maybe it was. Because then Louis realised she loves Harry, is in love with Harry, and that just put a whole other spin on things, didn’t it.

Suddenly I love you didn’t come as easily because it carried a new meaning, but Harry wasn’t aware of this, and Louis couldn’t bring herself to casually throw it around anymore. Not when Harry didn’t know.

Which. For Harry to know, Louis might have to tell her first. She’s getting there.

She rolls onto her back, head cushioned by Harry’s thighs. At least Louis doesn’t have to fight the urge to bite down on them quite so much anymore from this position. She meets Harry’s eyes for the first time since bursting into her flat.

She takes a deep breath and says, “I ran into my professor and I called him by his first name, because Alicia and I had just been talking about him, and then I tried to correct myself but that just made it worse, and now I’ll never be able to face him again.” She stops. Adds, “it’s highly likely that I’ll have to move. But you’ll come with me, right? You wouldn’t leave me to wander the ends of the earth all by myself, would you?”

Harry bites down on a smile. She’s trying to be patient, giving Louis time to put her thoughts into words. She’ll probably laugh at Louis once she’s finished, but that’s okay, because Harry is Harry and Louis loves her. God. Will she always be this embarrassing, and if yes, can she get her money back? This isn’t what she signed up for.

“I’ll come with you,” Harry says, raking a hand through Louis’ hair. “I’ll even bring cake.”

Louis could kiss her right now. “I could kiss you right now.”

Harry’s breath hitches, her fingers tightening in Louis’ hair.

Oh. Fuck. So Louis hadn’t meant to just put that out there like that. Really hadn’t meant to spring that on Harry without so much as a warning. Great, so she’s done it now, she’s made it awkward, and she might actually have to move to the ends of the earth now, only she’ll have to go without Harry, without cake and –

“Then why don’t you?”

What?

Louis meets Harry’s gaze, finds it burning with something, and did she really just…

“What did you say?” Louis asks, voice cracking on the final vowel.

Harry bites her bottom lip. Louis wants to bite that bottom lip.

“I said why don’t you?” A pause. “Kiss me.”

Louis heart falls out of her arse. Which, yes, is possible even with how she’s lying down and gravity doesn’t work horizontally. She blinks. Stares into Harry’s eyes. Kiss me. Louis is fairly sure Harry just asked her to kiss her and she not doing anything, is just lying there, and the determination is leaving Harry’s eyes, only no, no, that isn’t meant to happen.

She scrambles into an upright position and looks at Harry and says, “I’m gonna kiss you now,” and Harry says, “you’re gonna kiss me now,” and Louis leans in and kisses her now.

(The cake burns, of course. It’s okay. Harry’s lips are there to ease the pain.)