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'He takes a step back from Louis, undoing one button on his already half-undone blue shirt and revealing a tattoo-littered torso.
Louis is about to ask him just who gave him permission to undress, when he follows the line of Harry's ringed fingers to where they graze over his own stomach. Just under a large butterfly tattoo on his sternum is a word in bold type: 'LOUIS'.
Harry has a tattoo of Louis' name. They have matching tattoos. What in the everliving fuck.
Louis takes a deep breath, trying for a measured response. It takes him what feels like a few eternities to speak.
"We've got matching tattoos. Of eachother's names." He deadpans. "And we've only met once."
Harry grins. "Well, I wouldn't say that. At points last night I was pretty sure we'd met in other dimensions."
What does that even mean? What the fuck does that even mean?
Louis has a tattoo on his neck, and it's of this freak's name. Insanely attractive freak, sure. A freak he had a one night stand with. But a freak nonetheless...'
Or, the one where Harry and Louis are in rival bands and get drunken matching tattoos, and Liam is Zayn's new bandmate who is definitely straight, except when they're alone.
Series
- Part 1 of Tired eyes are the death of me