Work Text:
-
If Louis could think of a time he felt this desperate, he'd think back to high school when he would purposely walk home in the rain, to see if his crush would pick him up and drive him home. He never did, the bastard.
The reason he’s desperate is because he’s actually considering texting his ex, Harry, right now. The reason is logical but, it’s the fact it’s his ex . Which is still fresh in his heart because they broke up just two weeks prior over a stupid fight. Lets just say the night ended in drunk Louis slapping a drunk Harry square in the face and ripping him a new asshole because apparently he’s a slut. Sorry that men are drawn to his ass in his clubbing jeans and he can’t help that when he gets drunk he gets handsy. Harry’s a jealous prick anyway. He’s not sorry.
The point is he's about to send the text where he’s almost begging his ex who happens to be a mechanic, to fix his piece of shit car. He fucked his brakes after slamming on them earlier. He was on a quick Target run for some Ben and Jerrys- Do not judge him. When a cat decided to try and end its life by jumping in front of his car. Thankfully, he didn't hit the feline but he most definitely broke something. He would know by the loud scraping noise he hears when he lightly presses the brake pedal. His friend told him to just take it to another mechanic but he can’t . He doesn’t trust anyone else due to the fact Harry did all the body work on his new car while they were dating. He’s only considering asking because he’s actually really good at his job…
Yeah, that’s the only reason.
He stares at his phone until it almost burns a hole in the screen. He doesn’t think again before he sends it.
hey, i need a favor
The second he sees the ‘Delivered’ pop up under his blue message, he regrets it. The three dots didn't appear instantly, which he knew they wouldn’t, but he was hoping.
Time passes, he makes himself a bowl of fruity pebbles and watches an episode of Modern Family. He makes sure to keep an eye on his phone that sits on his coffee table. Suddenly his phone lights up, he wouldn’t like to admit how fast he grabbed it. He opens the text app and opens the top message to see a reply from him.
Depends what the favor is
“Asshole,” Louis whispers to himself, hovering over the keys and thinking of a smart response, but he decides to keep it simple so he’ll actually agree to fix his breaks.
I need you to fix my car, specifically my brakes.
Instantly the read receipt shows up but no typing indicator, which isn't good Louis thinks. He knows Harry’s doing it just piss him off because he hated when Harry left him on read.
Five minutes passes before he starts typing.
Sure, what's the issue?
What Louis really wants to say is ‘You’re the issue’ because he purposely left him on read for five minutes. But decides against it so he will actually come fix his brakes.
Every time i hit the brake pedal there’s a loud scraping sound? it doesn’t sound normal
Harry only takes a minute to respond, not that Louis was counting.
you most likely slammed on them I'm assuming? your pad is worn down. I can fix it tonight
Louis eyebrows fly up at that answer because yeah what about it? He didn’t want to kill the cat, okay? Also because Harry’s actually being nice? Taking time out of his Friday night to come fix Louis' car. He knows that they ended on not the best terms but Louis knows he’s a good person deep down.
Really? That would be great! I can venmo you for fixing it and the parts just let me know the price :)
The second he decides to be nice he instantly regrets it because he gets a smart ass remark in response.
don't worry about paying me, just give me a blowie and we’re even baby
You’re an ass. F orget I asked
He chucks his phone on the coffee table in front of him, the sound it makes echoes in his ears. Sitting back, he crosses his arms and huffs. In all of his twenty three years he never thought he’d see himself in this situation. He shouldn’t have even tried asking but maybe deep down he really just wanted to see Harry. Unfortunately he knows that’s the truth but he hates himself for it.
Louis misses him.
Their relationship was probably one of Louis’ best. Harry always made him breakfast in the morning before work, kissed him goodnight and was never afraid to show his appreciation for him. Louis is just stubborn and he holds grudges. And maybe Harry shouldn’t have called him a slut for something he couldn’t control? It’s not like he asked that pervert to grind on him at the bar? He also shouldn't have grinded back .
So, Louis spent his Friday night eating his cookie dough Ben and Jerrys, watching his television show and sulking at his own pity party. Because his car is still broken and his ex is still a pretentious dick. Oh, he misses that dick. Literally.
Louis tries not to think too hard about Harry never texting him back that night.
-*-
Saturdays are usually the days Louis gets hammered at the bar in the next city over with his most valued friends. The trio finds that it’s a good way to wind down from a busy work week and a socially acceptable excuse for them to get drunk. (Also, try to forget your broken car at home.)
It's pushing ten o’clock when he starts to feel the alcohol hitting him. Niall had picked him up at eight thirty exactly for their little night out. He made sure to wear his tightest jeans just to feel somewhat good about himself. Paige, his coworker and one of his best friends, tagged along which he’s excited about plus she always gets him drunk quicker.
He's already done three shots with her, while she continues to bring him vodka cranberries every time she finishes one. He’s not complaining.
Until…
“Hey Lou, isn’t that Harry?” He hears Niall speak up. There's a sliver of hope he misheard him over the loud pop song playing over the speakers of the dark room. That comes crashing down when he follows Niall's eyes looking across the bar and sees his ex standing at the wooden counter, probably ordering a bud light. Gross.
He’s wearing his stupid yellow baseball cap, and Louis notices he needs a hair cut because tufts of his hair are peaking out the sides, curling around his ears. Louis can’t help but roll his eyes at his scuffed up blue jeans he wears to work--He must have come from because, who wears those to the bar?
“I wonder who he’s with?” Paige asks while nudging Louis with her shoulder. He whips his head around and glares at her because he doesn't want to know, or cares. “What? Aren’t you curious?”
Louis picks up his vodka cran, taking a huge gulp of the tangy liquid. “No, of course not. He can be with whoever he wants.” He lets his voice trail off and he hopes Niall doesn't catch his frown.
“Well, doesn’t mean you can’t be curious, he seems to have moved on fast from what I can see.” Niall picks up his beer and takes a sip while keeping a side eye on Harry. Louis decides to look over again when he notices Harry now has his arm around a tall, dark headed girl. Louis watches as he throws his head back in a laugh and she smiles into his shoulder.
Louis is going to vomit.
“What a fucking ass!” Louis shifts his body so he’s completely facing away from the scene. “I asked him last night to fix my car and he said he would accept a payment in the form of me sucking his dick. I guess he’s really desperate, I can’t believe him.” Louis rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink in one go.
Niall shakes his head and shrugs, “I told you to ask any other mechanic in town but you didn’t listen to me.”
“Well, I didn’t think he would fucking say that now did I, Niall?”
“Louis,” Paige rests a manicured hand on his shoulder, “So, you’re saying you still wouldn’t hit it?”
“My ex?” She nods. “Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.”
Suddenly, Niall spits out his beer all over the table as Paige bursts out laughing. “Fucking ruthless, you are.” Niall runs a hand through his styled hair.
“What?!” Louis says kind of offended. “You really think I would go back to him?”
“I mean, your face when you see him with someone else tells me you would. Do you miss him?” Paige frowns at her friend. Louis really doesn’t want pity or to admit it because he knows their breakup was ridiculous. His friends know that for a fact, but they also know how stubborn Louis is.
“Well, of course I do. I really liked him,” He looks down at his fingers, playing with his pointer. “But, he called me a slut, and for what? Because I was dancing?” Louis leans back in his chair eyeing his two friends.
Niall and Paige both give him a look. Those traitors.
“What?...” He pauses, gobsmacked at their betrayal. “Okay fine! Maybe I was getting too handsy with the guy, but to be fair!” He lifts a finger in assertion. “Harry was ignoring me all night because I forgot to feed his cat.” He can’t help but let a pout fall on his lips.
Niall pats Louis' shoulder, a way of showing he understands to some degree. “Yeah, well, you both were drunk. I don’t understand why you didn’t just apologize to each other and make up.” Paige nods in agreement.
Louis was about to respond when he heard a loud cackle across the bar. He turns his head towards the sound. Louis practically sees red when Harry starts nosing up the girl's neck.
Louis reaches over and grabs Niall’s beer and chugs the remnants, slamming the bottle down. Ignoring Niall’s “Hey! Get your own.” He clears his throat and stands. He swears he heard the chair's leg crack from the force.
“Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” With that Louis straightens up and quickly makes his way through the noisy and way more crowded bar. His friends don’t even try to stop him.
When he reaches the pair he sees Harry’s now turned towards the bar again, probably ordering another drink. He hears the girls gasp when he stands directly in front of her and faces Harry's turnt body. He crosses his arms and taps his foot aggressively, hoping the brute gets the hint to look at him.
Louis sees the bartender set another beer in front of Harry. He nods to say thanks and when he turns, their eyes meet. He wants to laugh at how high Harry’s eyebrows raise, almost hitting the brim of his hat.
Louis raises a curved brow and tilts his head, waiting for Harry to say something.
Anything.
He watches as his eyes fall behind Louis' head. The low rumble of his voice almost causes Louis' knees to buckle instantly. “You’re blocking the view.” Louis decides to straighten up more when Harry leans a forearm on the counter beside him.
“I am the view.” The taller of the two smirks at his response, eyeing Louis to filth and Louis drops his hands to his hips, cocking one out. “Are you finished?”
“Finished admiring the view? No, not yet.” He lets out a low whistle and Louis wants to strangle him because, what twenty six year old acts like this.
“No, I mean are you finished being a prick?”
Harry barks out a laugh, he stands up and takes his hat off to fix his hair. A way to distract from not having a comeback, Louis knows how he works.
“Somebody's cranky.” Harry gives him a toothy grin, setting his hat back on his head but backwards, tucking the front of his hair away. He takes a swig of his drink and raises his eyebrows at Louis waiting for his response.
“Somebody needs to shut up.”
“Well, I was enjoying my time talking to my friend Lacy over there but, you’ve come and ruined that haven't ya?” Harry's eyes flash in amusement. He’s obviously trying to get Louis going and he won’t let him.
Louis could do three things right now. He could walk away but he has too much pride for that. He could also try and have a conversation with Harry to see if they could work out their issues. O r he could grab him, drag him out of the bar and get his shit rocked by how much sexual tension he feels between them.
He chooses the last one.
Louis grabs Harry's larger hand in his, neither of them say a word as he starts pulling them towards the door of the small building. When they hit the fresh air and the door slams shut behind them Louis is suddenly being pushed against the brick building, the harsh coolness seeping through his thin long sleeve. Strong hands pressing into his hip, holding him tight against the hard surface behind him. Louis’ hands cling harder onto Harry’s shoulders as Harry leans into Louis' cheek, completely suffocating all of his senses.
“You always know how to run your mouth, don’t you?” Harry rasps out, his warm breath hits Louis’ cheek. Louis closes his eyes at his words, needing to compose himself before saying anything. “Oh, now you have nothing to say, huh?” A chuckle leaves his lips and Louis wants to kiss him. So he does.
Louis surges forward, pressing his body flush with Harry’s. Harry cups the back of his delicate neck, feeling how close they’re pressed together makes Louis’ knees buckle.
The kiss starts messy, Harry gaining control quickly. He uses his teeth, nipping and biting at Louis lower lip making it swollen and red. The kiss was filled with built up aggression and tension but quickly turns passionate. Like they never stopped, like they had before.
Louis pulls away, Harry’s eyes meet his and starts leaning in again, not to lose the taste of him. “Are you done mauling my mouth?” Louis presses his hands flat on Harry’s hard chest. He watches as they move with his deep breaths.
“Are you going to let me fuck you?” Harry responds, leaning down and pressing hot, open mouthed kisses on his exposed neck. Louis almost forgets they're in public when he hears a passer by tell them to get a room.
Louis lets a small whimper leave his sensitive lips. “What do you think?”
Harry doesn't say anything, he lifts his head and grins at the smaller man.
That's how Harry ended up in his bed, a scene he finds so familiar it hurts. The drive was silent, Harry kept a tight grip on his thigh over the middle counsel. Louis couldn't help but let his leg bounce at how nervous he was. Yeah, it was Harry, he’s had sex with him many times but, this is the first time they’ve seen each other since the stupi d break up and he’s nervous. He’s nervous because of how they will be after this is said to be done. He decides to not think about it and think more about how Harry’s leaving open mouthed kisses on the inside of his thighs.
Harry has a tight grip on Louis' skin, his fingers digging into the thicker flesh close to the curve of his bum. Louis jerks when he bites particularly hard on one spot, he knows Louis likes it. “Would you hurry up?” Louis reaches into his nightstand and throws a bottle of lube at Harry’s head. Harry whips his head up and glares at him and then leans down and bites his other thigh.
“Dick,” Louis mumbles, reaching down, knocks the yellow hat off his head, to then grip the locks that almost dare fall into his vision. Harry looks up at him from between his spread thighs, leaning up closer to his clothed bulge. They’re both in their briefs, quickly undressing each other in a rush to get off.
“You never learn do you?” His breath hits his hardening length, Louis’ breath hitches when Harry suddenly grabs his hips and turns him around onto his front. Louis instantly presses up onto his knees and arches his back. He pushes backwards when he feels Harry's hard cock pressing onto him. Harry leans over him, pressing his front onto Louis’ back, close to Louis’ ear he lowers his voice to a growl. "You’re so pretty when you beg,” Harry licked his earlobe, his hand slowly running up Louis' back. Harry sucks the spot into his mouth, causing Louis to let out the breath he was unconsciously holding in. Harry bites his skin and grips his jaw suddenly, turning Louis' head to face him. “So do it.”
Louis should just roll his eyes, turn around and push Harry down onto the bed and sit on his cock but he doesn’t.
“Please, Harry,” Louis whispers, he bites his lip when he feels Harry smile into the crook of his neck. Harry’s hands run down his front, over the curve of his waist and his underwear are ripped off in a second.
“Good boy,” is what Harry responds, Louis can’t help but preen at his words. Harry sits up behind Louis, the heat of his exes mouth was so addicting he misses it instantly. Louis bites his bottom lip to try and suppress the whine that left his throat when he feels Harry kiss down his spine.
“Missed this, missed how you sound, missed how you taste,” Harry breathes out before rubbing a rough hand over the soft skin of his ass. Louis always loved how calloused and tough Harry’s hands were from his job, it was definitely a plus.
Louis presses his face into the mattress when he feels Harry lay his tongue flat on his rim, pressing hard and switching quickly to suck at the puckered skin. Harry then leans back and spits into his hole, diving back into the now slick skin. Louis slaps a hand onto the bed, wringing the sheets through his fingers and turning his head to the side. He whines when Harry quickens his licks, pushing his tongue harder into his hole.
“Fuck, more ,” Louis cries, pushing his hips back to chase the pleasure when suddenly Harry lands a calloused hand onto his cheek. The sound almost covers Louis’ moan but fails. Harry presses the hand into Louis stinging skin, knowing it'll subdue the pain a little. “Please!” Louis begs, lifting his torso off the bed and looking back to see Harry's face buried completely in his ass. “Holy shit.” He whispers, mostly to himself.
He falls back down to then be flipped onto his back. He blinks away the wetness in his eyes and when he gains focus back, he's met with Harry wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes gaze down to Harry’s painfully hard cock in his briefs. Louis decides to then grab him by his face, pull him down and kiss him. He licks into Harry’s mouth as Harry grips his hips, holding him steady.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Harry whispers against his lips, pressing another quick kiss onto his lips. Louis smiles into his mouth pressing a hand onto Harry's naked chest to lay him back. Harry lays underneath him as Louis straddles his calves. The smaller boy leans down, keeping his eyes locked onto Harry’s as he folds his arms behind his head.
“Don’t get cocky now.” Louis bites his hairy thigh, licking the spot when Harry hissed slightly. Louis reaches behind himself to throw a pillow at Harry's face, a low chuckle leaves Harry’s chest when it hits him. He tucks the pillow behind his head for comfort and a good view.
“Are you going to suck my cock or just stare at it, baby?” Louis gives him a look, wanting to say ‘fuck off’ but Louis swiftly pulls his black briefs off instead. He grips the hard length in his hand, leaning down and taking Harry into his mouth.
Harry’s hips jerk quickly at the sudden feeling and moves his hand to rest on Louis’ head. Louis licks up the underside of his cock, wasting no time teasing and sucking down until Harry’s cock hits the back of his throat.
“Yeah Lou, just like that.” Harry moans above him, carding his fingers through the fluffy hair to push Louis’ head down, making him bob quickly on his length. He's gradually building a steady rhythm when something solid hits his head. He looks up and then down at the culprit. “Might as well open yourself up for me,” Harry smirks, running a ringed hand through his tangled hair. Louis can't help but slap his stomach.
But, with his mouth still full of cock, he rolls his eyes and grabs the bottle of lube. Louis makes sure to be generous with himself, starting with two digits, knowing his limits.
Harry sits up, pushing Louis' head down again as he straightens. Louis jerks forward when a hand comes down onto his ass, shaking it in his hands. He can’t help but moan around the hard cock filling his mouth.
“Fuck, that’s so hot, baby.” Louis digs his nails into the pale thighs at his words. Flicking his eyes up to Harry, he sees him staring right back, mouth agape, eyes filled with pleasure. Louis would hate to admit how much he enjoys seeing how good he makes Harry feel.
The second Harry moves his hand, Louis pulls off allowing a trail of spit connecting from his lip to the tip of Harry’s cock drip onto his exes thigh. He continues to stroke his length before licking the slit, wrapping his lips around him again and sucking lightly. Louis can't help but rock back onto his fingers, feeling the gentle press of his own fingers inside of him, stretching himself open for Harry.
Louis almost preens watching Harry throw his head back against the pillow when he takes him down fully again, burying his nose into Harry's groin. The choking sounds from his throat almost block out Harry’s groans. “Fuck Lou, pull off, shit.”
Which he does, making sure to keep the pressure on his way up his length. Harry quickly grabs Louis by his neck, wrapping his fingers lightly around and pulling him into a rough kiss. Louis removes his fingers from himself, wiping them off on his sheets below as he adjusts his weight to sit in Harry's lap. He grabs the lube again, squirting a good amount into his palm, lifting up on his knees to reach back and slick up Harry’s dick.
“Your throne awaits, m’lady.” Harry settles himself back into the mattress with a smirk filling his face. Louis lets out a genuine laugh at that because Harry is ridiculous.
“You’re so hard, babe.” Harry wraps a hand around Louis' neglected cock, the pressure of Harry's fingers around him makes him whine.
“And? Your massive cock is up my arse, what do you expect?” Louis slaps his hand away as Harry chuckles below him and says, “It is massive, isn’t it?”
Harry places his feet flat on the bed, his knees bending for leverage as Louis playfully rolls his eyes as he lines his cockhead with his slick hole. As Harry slowly enters him, the room becomes hot and thick with tension. Harry gripped his hip, using his thumb to gently rub his hip bone as he stretched on top of him.
“That's it baby boy, nice and slow for me,” Harry watches intently, biting his lower lip as Louis finally sits fully on him. Louis lets a whine escape his throat when his ass meets Harry's pelvis. Needing more time to adjust, Louis opts for rolling his hips down onto Harry. The man underneath him lets out a deep moan, his eyes closed with a smug smile on his face.
Finally feeling ready and adjusted Louis lifts himself up on his knees, dropping back down harshly in one swift movement. He quickly begins to fuck himself onto Harry’s cock, watching his ex lovers face twist up in pleasure. Louis loves it. He loves being the one to make Harry feel good, make him want to have Louis again. His pace quickens as well as his moans of pleasure. Louis doesn’t hold back, bouncing hard onto him. Harry grips his hips, helping him as Louis’ thighs shake. When the only sound in his ears is skin hitting skin and his own whines. He looks down, locking eyes with Harry. Louis wants to lean down and lick the sweat forming on his chest, bite his pecs and make him never want to stop.
“H, feels so good, fuck .” Louis cries as Harry’s cock repeatedly hits his prostate. Harry starts jerking his hips up to meet Louis as he bounces on him.
“You’re such a fucking slut for my cock, aren't you?” Harry scratches his nails down the soft skin of Louis' front. The words play in his head, he knows Harry said it to throw him off, gain control but it wont work. Louis nods, playing along at first, suddenly he presses down fully, stopping their movements all together. Harry opens his mouth to talk but not before Louis wraps a hand around his throat. Harry tilts his head back, mouth slightly open with a stupid smirk.
“A slut, huh?” Louis leans down, tightening around Harry length, making him moan, Louis can feel the vibrations against his palm. He bites Harry's earlobe, before licking down the side of his cheek, Harry turns his face towards him and puckers his lips for a kiss. Louis obliged because it was too cute not to. The smaller then sits back up straight, letting his grip off a little, not all the way as Harry clenches the thick part of his thighs as he starts rolling his hips again.
“You think I would forget how you like it?” Louis squeezes his throat again as he raises up, slamming back down onto him. He lets up on his grip enough for Harry to answer with his smart mouth.
“Don’t kink shame me.” He responds with a joking tone and Louis tries not to laugh. Harry’s face gets red as Louis fucks down onto him faster, he can’t help but let high whines and whimpers leave his mouth as Harry repeatedly slams into him. He lets go when he notices Harry with the biggest, smug look on his face. He likes when Louis gets like this, all worked up and gone for him. He’s an ignorant son of a bitch, that's for sure.
When Louis can’t handle it any longer, which Harry knows as well, he feels Harry grab his wrist, pulling his grip off his own neck and completely flipping them. Louis is now on his back, the sheets stick to his damp skin but he chooses to ignore it because Harry starts slamming into him relentlessly.
“You gonna come? Yeah Lou, baby, you gonna come for me?” He rocks his hips into him hard, fast and steady as Louis whines out. He twists the sheets into his hands, pulling them up and slamming his hands flat down when Harry pulls his legs over his shoulders.
“Fuck, Harry don’t stop, right there .” Louis feels the familiar pull low in his belly as Harry continues to fuck into him.
“Come baby,” Harry groans, turning his head and biting into Louis' calf, as if on cue the sudden euphoric feeling hits him. He comes as Harry does, stalling his hips inside of him completely. The complete relief hits him when Harry pulls out and falls onto the spot beside him.
The two lay there in silence. Louis doesn’t count how long. It feels like hours when it was actually only minutes. Harry moves first, he gets up and Louis twists his head back to watch him stalk towards the bathroom. He didn’t change that's for sure.
After Harry brought back a warm cloth to clean them up from their messes, the two decided to change the sheets and remake the bed as they always would when they were together.
Louis almost cried when Harry made sure to turn on the fan in the corner before crawling into bed. Knowing Louis can’t sleep without the dull noise. Now cuddled up under the warm blankets and clean sheets, the two lay there, waiting for one to say something. Thankfully the silence is broken when Harry clears his throat and turns onto his side to face Louis.
“So,”
“So.”
“Are we okay?” Harry asks, the quiver in his voice makes Louis think he’s not sure himself.
“I don't know, are we?” Louis asks, raising a questionable brow at him. Harry continues to study his face, the green of his eyes have fully come back, the lust gone now. “I’m sorry for all the stuff I said that night…”
Harry’s eyebrows pull inward in confusion, “No, hey I shouldn’t have said what I said. I’m sorry, Lou.” He lifts Louis’ chin with a strong finger, making them lock eyes.
“I’m just sorry, H. I miss you, I regret everything.” Louis sets a palm onto his cheek, feeling the warm skin and facial hair prick his skin.
“Even the slap in the face?”
“No, you definitely deserved that.”
Harry lets out a loud cackle, leaning in and pressing his lips to Louis’. Louis can't help but melt into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and pulling him on top of himself with a loud laugh.
They’ll be okay.
-*-
When Louis starts to wake up, he feels soft touches on his nose, to his cheek then down to his chin. He opens one eye to see Harry standing above him with a dopey smile. Louis pushes his hand away and buries further into the sheets.
“Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?”
Harry sighs and tsks, “I can't, it's my favorite thing to do.”
Louis eyes him up and down, it's early in the morning and he already has dirt, more like black grease on his shirt, hands and a small smudge on his cheek. “What are you doing?” Louis asks, sitting up and focusing more in on the fact Harry’s fully dressed and wiping his hands with a rag.
“Fixed your brakes, you had them down to the metal…good thing you had those extras in your trunk I left there.” Harry says, throwing the rag over his shoulder and fixing his hat on his head. Louis just stares at him, mouth dropped open in shock. He’s still dreaming.
“What?”
“Brakes are fixed, babe.” He smiles and leans down to kiss him good morning. Louis melts into it instantly, falling forward a little when Harry pulls away.
“Missed you, I love you.” He whispers, softly kissing Louis’ cheek.
“I love you, too.” Louis stands, wrapping his arms around Harry’s frame. “But don’t ever call me slut unless your cock is in me, got it?”
“Got it.” Harry smiles down at him. “Oh, you should also text Niall, he’s blowing up your phone.” Louis frowns and then it dawns on him.
“Oh fuck.”