Fics like baby if you need me (put your loving where your mouth is)

“Who are you?!” He scrambles to his feet, hand rubbing the now-growing egg on his head from hitting the underside of his car, Louis can only assume. “Louis.” He deadpans, cocking a hip and twirling the metal in his hand. Louis’ eyes fall over him, scanning the huge arms, the white tank spread across strong pecs, and the chest hair peeking out the top. He can’t help but bite his lip as soon as he sees the heavy mustache on his top lip and greasy hair pushed back into a purple cap. “Who are you?” Louis tilts his head curiously. “Harry–” The man answers immediately, a smirk starts to fill his face, but he snaps out of it almost immediately, putting his hands up in defence while still holding the tool he was using. “Wait–what the fuck are you doing in my garage?” or the one where louis makes a dumb decision until it's not

Fics like baby if you need me (put your loving where your mouth is)

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