Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Tickle attacks

When tickle attacks turn into asthma attacks

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Harry is sitting only a couple feet away and he just looks so irresistible. Niall likes to poke fun at Louis all the time, how he's more interested in watching Harry breathe than the actual movie itself. But who can blame him? When he's just sat there, so effortlessly beautiful it makes Louis want to physically scream; as dramatic as that sounds. Harry's hair looks so fragile and soft and for some reason his curls are tighter today. Maybe it's just from the bed hair, but it looks so adorable that Louis wants to twirl it between his fingertips all day long, if he could.

The steady rise and fall of the boy's chest is so fascinating to Louis. He can't put a finger on it, not exactly, but it's just something that makes him crave Harry even more today. His eyes are droopy with exhaustion, Louis' noticed and he smiles at the thought of Harry forcing his eyelids open just so he could continue watching the rest of the film, for Niall's sake more than his own. They both know that Niall won't stop talking about the movie for the next week or so.

"Oi." A hand comes in contact with Louis' chest. "Are you even paying attention lover boy?" Louis snorts, rolls his eyes playfully. "I want to go cuddle my boyfriend Niall." The blonde had decided that sitting in between the two boys would distract them from each other, or so he hoped. But he knew that was physically impossible, the pair just have too much love for each other. Harry picks his head up at the conversation, offering a smile to Louis who mirrors the exact same grin. "C'mon then." Harry mumbles, bringing his hand up to fist at his itchy eye.

Of course Louis wastes no time in switching places with Niall, who mumbles something unintelligible under his breath, but he couldn't care less. Ahh, finally. He settles next to Harry, the boy practically melting into his side. Louis coos at the sight, wrapping a heavy arm around his boyfriend's shoulder as a mop of curls comes to rest on his own shoulder. Harry is blinking slowly and Louis can see he's really trying.

"You can sleep, y'know." He whispers but Harry shakes his head and sits up a little. With a yawn and a small snuffle he looks up to Louis with a smile. "Mm not tired." He almost protests. Louis raises a brow and turns to him. "You're not?" He asks with a lace of amusement in his tone. After all, Harry's eyes are basically closed in bliss and his breathing is telling him otherwise. "I'm not." Harry repeats a little grumpily as he crosses his arms against his chest worth a pout. An adorable pout. Louis wants to tackle him and kiss his cheeks till there's no tomorrow.

"I'm trying to watch the movie." Niall groans, giving Louis a soft shove on the back as he turns the volume up. "Let's go up to bed." Harry shakes his head, he wants to continue watching the movie, he'll admit it's a little interesting. "I said I wasn't tired." Louis rolls his eyes and chuckles. "You're not tired?"

"Nope not one bit." Louis smirks and reaches his hands forwards towards Harry's pudgy hips and begins to tickle him. Harry thrashes around, repeatedly yelling at Louis. By now Niall has given up on actually watching the movie, he'll have to watch it another time. Away from the two. "Lou- Lou-" Harry pants out in between breaths, but he's not getting a break. Louis is determined to make Harry laugh, but by far he's only been squirming. "Louis!" He finally stops at the distressed yell, panicking slightly as Harry begins to heave in some breaths.

"Aw shit, do you need you're inhaler?"
Harry nods frantically and shuffles to get himself sitting up straight. Niall steps back anxiously as he watches the scene unfold, shouting for Louis to hurry up; or more like hurry the fuck up. It feels like agonising hours to Harry, yet in reality it's only a couple seconds until Louis is skidding round the corner and urging his boyfriend to take deep breaths. Harry's confused and dazed and all he knows is that his throat is on fire.