Uh Oh It's Mental Obsession

A few days after leaving her shitty boyfriend, Harry goes back with Louis and their friends to collect the rest of her things. When her ex comes home to find them there, Niall, Zayn and Liam keep him away while Louis makes it known how much better off Harry is with her. Part 3 in the Sin Wagon AU series

Harry's tightened a jar beyond what he can open. He asks Louis for help, because Louis is always more than obliging.

When Louis accidentally releases the tiger trapped in Harry's thigh tattoo, Harry has to explain not just what the fuck is happening, but that it's not just a tiger. Luckily, Louis has a secret of his own that might help.

Louis never thought he’d give up the city, thought it was critical to who he was as a person and an artist. Harry nods thoughtfully, humming along in a way that suggests to Louis he might know precisely what he means, as Louis speaks aloud for the first time about how shockingly quickly he feels at home here. He’s so relieved to feel he’s made the right choice. Although he confesses he might get bored soon. “Well, we’ll have to make sure that doesn’t happen.” And Louis thinks this man, despite his unending politeness and sincerity, might well be able to back that up. No one with a smirk this practiced could be boring.

Harry's got a new hat.

To celebrate the anniversary of the day they met, Harry joins Louis on his side of the glory hole and Louis tweaks his usual Halloween offer. Or: The couple that blows together, grows together.

For Bastille Day, (King) Louis gives his loyal subjects a cheeky choice: Kiss the Crown or Storm the Bastille.

When Louis opens her eyes, she stalls, her breath catching and the remnants of her frustration evaporating in an instant. Because Harry’s holding a scrunchy, right there at waist level, toying with it after having presumably pulled it off one of her wrists.

The velvety pink and red scrunchy that means, yes, Harry is going to sleep. But she definitely doesn’t want Louis to simply do the same when she joins her in bed later.

Louis swallows down her surprise, trying to play it cool in front of Niall, who has no idea that Louis’ night has shifted so suddenly. She licks her lips and finally, slowly, tracks her eyes up Harry’s body, from the swell of her hips, peeking out from between her shirt and shorts, over the soft curves of her belly, barely hidden behind that fucking see-through shirt, and allowing herself to pause at her breasts for a moment longer than reasonable before finally continuing up to meet Harry’s eyes.

Harry’s crooked smile very nearly prompts Louis to kick Niall out right then and drag Harry to bed, but that would ruin Harry’s plan. 

Louis licks her lips again, and Harry’s expression shifts from a coy smirk to a wide smile.

“Alright, then,” she says, tucking an escaped strand of hair behind her ear. “Goodnight, Lou.”

Louis’ Valentine’s Day glory hole special is getting shot by “Cupid’s arrow.” And he’s got a very full quiver to unload.