"Harry bets Louis that Louis won't do the dishes in the sink by tomorrow morning."
"Louis bets Harry that Harry can't do a cartwheel in the lounge room."
"Harry bets Louis that Louis wouldn't kiss Harry if Harry had asked."
Louis walks up to Harry who is sitting on the counter, drinking his already cool tea. Louis places the note on Harry's lap and winks at him. With a shaky breath, he says, "You lost the bet, loser."
And he presses his lips against Harry's.
idea from since-he-was-eighteen on tumblr!
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