“What’s your favorite color?” Harry asked before Louis could go through the trouble of asking another painfully dull question.
“Uh, I never gave it much thought, to be honest.” Louis’s eyebrows furrowed a bit in thought. “Though I s’ppose purple’s quite nice.”
“Yeah,” Harry nodded. “Mine was red for a while, but lately, I’ve been liking blue.”
Louis’s hand, which had been on its way to his mouth so he could take another bite of his pizza, stilled. “Blue?”
Harry was staring him directly in the eyes unwaveringly. “Mhm. Not like, royal blue or anything. Something brighter, like cerulean.”
Don’t even think Louis’s heart skipped a beat at that. It was a coincidence, God dammit. A perfectly natural coincidence that Harry’s favorite color happened to be the exact color of Louis’s eyes.
OH FFS MAKE OUT ALREADY.
He cannot pass by without touching and moving and shaping and changing every thing, every boy-city, in his path.