Chapter 70

Harry was on a mission.

With a small towel in hand, he left the bedroom and made his way down the hall. It didn’t take him long to get to his destination thanks to his long legs. By the time he got to where he wanted to be, he stood next to the Doncaster lad sitting there at the table, chatting away with Niall and Oli. He could have been sat in between Louis and Niall, but no.

Harry was on a very specific mission.

They seemed to be having a moment over tea or coffee or whatever drink it is about who knows what. Probably festival planning related. Whatever.

When Louis finally finished talking, he glanced up at Harry with raised eyebrows, “What’s going on, love?” Harry raised the small towel, offering it to Louis. The blue-eyed man looked down at the towel and then back up into Harry’s green eyes. “What’s this for?”

“I need you to wipe your face.” Harry mumbled nonchalantly.

Niall and Oli stole a glance at one another. There was nothing on Louis’ face that needed to be wiped off.

“What for?” Louis asked as he took the small towel from Harry.

“Can you just wipe your face?”

There was an impatient sigh from Louis before he did one wipe down with the towel, and then he handed it back to Harry with a smile, “There.”

“No, wipe your face again, please.”

Niall and Oli still sat there in silence, briefly wondering if Harry should get his eyes checked. They’ve been with Louis all morning, and nothing was ever on his face.

Still, Louis obliged, wiping his face with the towel again. He started to hand the towel over to Harry, but Harry just shook his head and nudged the hand holding the towel back towards Louis’ face.

“Not good enough. Please wipe your face again.”

“Have I got something on my face?” Louis directed his question to Oli and Niall, becoming both confused and frustrated when they shook their heads.

“Please.” Harry said softly, looking at Louis expectantly.

Louis could not say no to Harry.

So, he wiped his face again. Decided to take his time too, if it meant Harry would stop telling him to wipe his face.

Oli crossed his arms over his chest, and Niall picked up his glass and brought it to his lips to drink.

This time, Louis grabbed ahold of Harry’s wrist, turned it over, and placed the towel into Harry’s palm.

“There. I have wiped my face three times now. That should have gotten whatever was on my face. Good now, yes?”

Harry made sure to absolutely lock eyes with Louis before speaking.

“Thank you,” and he leant down to kiss Louis on the cheek, “just needed my seat to be cleaned for later.”

Whatever drink that was going down Niall’s throat was immediately being spat back out into a coughing fit as Harry left the room with a satisfied smirk on his face.