Louis watched in wonder as all of a sudden, he finally saw some emotion out of Harry. The curly haired boy took one look at the giant plagarized word document, got a bit of a look on his face, like he was about to sneeze, and burst into loud laughter. Louis was suprised to note that it was one of the best laughs he had ever heard.
But it also sparked an interest in Louis- something was off about Harry’s laugh. It sounded out of use, almost like he hadn’t laughed in such a long time that he had kind of forgotten how.
Louis was intrigued by this. But it wasn’t what tipped him off to the fact that he may have been in slightly over his head with the bet.
What sent him over the edge was, when he looked over to see Harry laugh, the only thing he could see were dimples. Framing Harrys face perfectly were two identical dents on either side of his smile.
Louis couldn’t stop staring.
When Harry stopped laughing (which was admittedly very quickly; the boy didn’t laugh for long) Louis was still staring. He wondered idly where the dimples had gone.
Harry shot Louis a strange look. “….is there something on my face, or…?” he said, raising a hand hesitantly to touch his cheek.
Louis suddenly realized where Harry’s dimples had disappeared to- it was because he had stopped smiling. He wondered when his brain lost the ability to make simple connections. He also wondered why he was STILL STARING.