Harry Styles & David Rose (Schitt’s Creek) | 7k words | rated T
“Fuck. How do you do that?”
“Do what?” Harry asks, brow furrowing slightly before he takes a sip of his wine.
“Just…so exactly and concisely describe what it was like being with him.”
“So he didn’t then?”
The transition of Harry’s eyebrow from furrowed to arched really shouldn’t affect David like it does.
“Um, didn’t what?”
“Didn’t kiss you the way you want to be kissed? The way you like it?”
David thinks he might be ill. Harry’s eye contact is too constant. Too open. His question too loaded. And yet the tone in his voice had been exactly the same as if he’d asked if Sebastien had ever taken David to the coffee shop around the corner.
“Um, not exactly, no.”
“So how do you? Like to be kissed, I mean.”
Harry Styles showing up at David Rose’s latest gallery opening is certainly unexpected. The way he saves David not only from his asshole ex but maybe even his own self-loathing is nothing David could have seen coming. And it might be exactly what he needs.
Written for the 2021 @harryandmenfest. Love and thanks to @disgruntledkittenface for creating/moderating this fest! <33