By:

fackinglouis

Summary:

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers. 

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?” 

 
Written for the prompt: Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he's a scam.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21657244

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About this fic:

Bitch I read this at an ungodly hour in the morning after I woke up and I have no regrets.

My eyes hurt so bad but my heart is full as I start my day.

Happy reading to all!