Airplane ride - l.s

•HOUR SEVEN•

"lou"

"louis"

"louuuuu"

"what harry!" louis grumbled. Obviously just woken up.

"You've been sleeping for three hours for gods sake, i'm bored and hungry"

"You love to eat don't you?" louis smiled a bit.

"I certainly do. now wake up"

"i am awake"

"then why is your eyes closed"

"for gods sake harold let me sleep"

"fine!" harry crossed his arms and poured. Louis resisted looking at him but he just gave a quick glance and couldn't say no to that. I mean who would?

"Okay fine harold! I'm awake"

"Yay! let's play twenty questions"

"alright haz"

"haz?"

"i like it" louis shrugged.

"You start" harry grinned.

"How old are you?" louis asked.

"17, you?"

"18" harry hummed.

"What's your favorite color lou?"

"Green starting today"

"Why so?"

"I saw your eyes that's why"

"oh um thank you?" harry blushed a deep red. he didn't even bother to hide it.

They soon laughed out as a joke, deep inside it wasn't to louis, and deep in side harry didn't want it to be.

a/n

question

can we be friends ?