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“Up for a roll in the hay?” Harry asked, holding a pastry. “Get it, Lou? Roll...in the...hay?” He patted the bale they were sitting on.
“Only an idiot wouldn’t get it.”
The irony of Louis Oblivious Tomlinson commenting on obvious idiocy was not lost on Harry.
“Hello, Idiot. I’m Harry,” Harry swallowed thickly and stared intensely, familiar with the delicate dance of just-friends-but-not-really-just-friends with Louis.
“I’m not, actually,” Louis responded coyly.
“You’re not?”
“Nope. Maybe you should buy me dinner first though? Or I could buy. Either way, dinner first. Then we’ll discuss that roll in the hay.”
