Marcel asks Louis to prom, and Louis can’t believe he’s actually serious.
**A/N** it usually takes me at least a week to write/edit a proper one shot, and I did this one in less than 12 hours, so be gentle, ok?
“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me,” Louis says, his arms crossed over his chest as he stands on his porch, looking down at the boy who has stopped on his walkway in front of him. He’s holding a clear box that contains a flower and biting his lips as he looks up at Louis. The unsure expression is about the only thing Louis recognizes, the only thing that is telling him that this is the same boy who asked him to prom the week before.