By: cherrystreet

Summary:

This is the third game in a row that Harry has been distracted by the noisy boy in the stands, five rows back.

There’s really no reason that he should feel compelled to stare into the audience as frequently as he is, but he can’t help it. This boy is a nuisance. And he’s loud. Even from basketball court with nine other players running by him, shoes squeaking on the shiny hardwood floor, and thousands of cheering college students, Harry can hear this boy nearly shrieking, his laugh more like a cackle than anything.

It’s seriously obnoxious.

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I just recently finished this fic like last week and I think my eyes are bleeding because I couldn't put my phone down.

This shit is good.

I know most of us likes reading in wattpad but seriously, you guys have to travel to AO3 because there are a lot of hilarious and tooth achingly good stories like this one.

The story involves Louis being a little shit and it's so endearing and Harry is a basketball player which is funny and ironic because I couldn't picture him well knowing his coordination but damn was he hot in this fic, the smut, perfection.

It's a great fic, I think I'll be rereading it again soon. There's a great balance on the plot and the characters are aced, wish my stories were as good to be honest but anyway, kudos to this author and I hope she gives birth to many other more.

How about you? Have you read it already? If not, then I dare you to do so and come back here to thank me.

All the love, K.