Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Do you have any tattoo regrets?

"Do you have any tattoo regrets?"

And there was the question Harry and Louis dreaded.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Louis' brain went on repeat as Liam went on about his stripes.

"What about you Louis?" James asked Louis.

Fuck.

"A lot of them are pretty stupid anyways." He blurted as he glanced at the ink etched in his skin that told one half of the story of his life.

Evidently annoyed, Harry scrunched his nose before looking away.

"-And that's why I got me oops," he said. James laughed obnoxiously to make it seem natural, knowing the meaning behind the tattoo.

"How about you Harry?" James moved on to him not wanting the boy to lie further.
"Mine are pretty stupid anyways." Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean, I've got BIG on my big toe," he said, not wanting to bring up the ones the other half of his life.
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"Haz-"

"A lot of them are pretty stupid anyways," Harry mocked him as he stripped his clothes for bed.

"I said a lot of them not all of them,"

"Yeah, I'll get the divorce papers, go get married the stick man on the skateboard you got the oops for," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Harry 'cmon,"
"Yeah I'm just Harry to you now, not even Hazza or Haz?"
"H-"
"No who are we? Platonic laddy pal dude bro's who happen to live together and have matching couple tattoos, sleep in the same bed?"

Louis just shook his head while Harry went on.

"Or do we just platonically shove our dicks up eachother's arse whenever the fuck we can?"
"Haz-"
"Just laddy lads doing lad things that lads do cause lads are cool? Or do I have a ship with no compass and an anchor with no rope just to sink in the middle of the ocean? Or a random Hi that I got cause I peed on a guy's shoe? Like-"

Harry suddenly stumbled as he felt a weight jump on his back, the familiar scent of home encompassing him as Louis wrapped his arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

"I'm sorry," He mumbled in his neck, his eyes shut.

Harry's lips quirked up as he contained a smile. He quietly walked around the room and put their clothes away, Louis still on his back.

"Hmph." Harry said and crossed his arms as he stepped out in the balcony.
"I'm sorryyyyyy," Louis whined clinging to Harry for dear life.
"It's okay Boo," Harry lightly chuckled as Louis got off him.
"Really?"
"Really," He smiled and hugged him.

"I got BIG on my big toe," Louis imitated him and giggled.

"You, Louis Tomlinson, are sleeping on the couch tonight." Harry said and walked away.

"Harryyy," He whined as he walked behind.
"Goodnight kiss?"
"Ask James, you're his cat right?" Harry smirked and fell on the bed with a 'poof'.
"I beg for you forgiveness my lord!" Louis dramatically sighed.
"No peasant, on the couch." Harry smirked again, wrapping the duvet around himself.

Louis huffed angrily and pulled the duvet off Harry which left him cold and walked over to the couch and pretended to fall asleep.

"Louuuu, I'm cold,"
"Hmph."

Harry got up and walked over to the couch and picked up Louis in one swift motion, dropping him on the bed.

"Now shut up and cuddle me if you want forgiveness."
"Okay my lord." Louis dramatically sighed before pulling Harry against his chest, both the boys smiling.

"Sorry babe."
"I know Boo, it's okay."

"Night baby, love you." Louis kissed the top of his head.
"Love you too."

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