Larry One Shots

Happy Boo Year (Fluff)

Summary (Off Tumblr): Harry goes to New York to party with Grimmy, leaving Louis alone for New Years.

FLUFF

By: http://harrytop-louisscreams.tumblr.com/

Harry smiled so wide his dimples began to hurt as he zipped up his suitcase full of clothes. Although he would only be gone a few days, he was packing for a month. Louis watched him with hurt echoing in his heart. He hated that Harry was leaving for New Years. If there was anything that Louis was looking forward to all year, it was the kiss he would get the moment 2013 came. Harry dropped his bag onto the floor and lifted it with a grunt. 

He looked over at the older boy across the room.

“Lou! Lets go!” He held out his hand. 

Louis sighed and slid his hand into Harrys.

“Okay…” He murmured softly with a fake smile. He wanted Harry to be happy and excited, and he was not about to ruin it with a frown. 

Harry squealed and pulled him along

“Nick’s got a whole party planned! He booked a club for the night and at 11:30, we’re all going to Time Square to watch the Ball drop!” He bounced excitedly on his heels as they walked to the limo. 

Louis smiled with fake excitement for Harry.

“That sounds amazing, Hazza. I hope you have an amazing time.” He said as he slid into the seat. He wanted to just stare out the window and be depressed, but he continued to listen to Harry’s excitement. Louis loved seen harry happy. It’s all he wanted.

Harry wrapped his arm around Louis and bit his lip. He kissed his temple and sighed.

“Dont worry. I’ll save my New Years kiss for you.” He whispered. 

Louis frowned lightly.

“I hope so.. You’d better.” He said softly and stroked his curls.

Harry touched his lips.

“Why are you frowning, boo? Smile!” He exclaimed. He squealed as they pulled up to the airport “Here I come Grimmy!” He exclaimed and jumped out of the car. 

Louis nearly rolled his eyes and followed Harry into the airport. Poor Louis stumbled over his feet, trying to keep up with Harry. He was annoyed and sad, and a bit angry that Harry was so damn happy to leave. Harry turned to Louis when they arrived to the gate. He crushed him into a hug, not caring that the paparazzi saw. He pulled back and poked his boyfriends chubby cheek.

“I’ll see you on January 2nd, babe. Why are you frowning?” He asked. 

Louis sighed and shook his head. ‘no’ he thought ‘fuck it.’ He looked up confidently at Harry

“All year I’ve been so excited about my New Years kiss… And then last week you told me you were leaving. It makes me sad. And it really doesn’t help that you’re sk damn happy to leave.” He said sternly. 

Harry sighed.

“Boo… I-I’m sorry. This party is huge, though. I have to go.” He said with a torn expression. 

Louis shook his head and waved the younger boy off.

“No, I know. Have fun. I’ll be here alone.” He muttered and turned around. He walked off with a sad expression, wishing desperately to kiss Harry goodbye. But that wasn’t allowed. He headed home and plopped onto the couch. He ran his hands through his hair and tried to begin to cope with the loneliness. 

Harrys entire flight to New York was miserable. Louis words kept playing through his head, mocking him to no end. He walked to his hotel from the airport, enjoying the sights and sounds of New York. Grimmy let him stay at his flat in downtown New York. Harry was the same with his old pal Nick as always. Flirty, fun, lose. The only difference was, he wanted Louis to be there. On New Year’s Day, Harry called Louis.

“Hello?” Louis answered somewhat depressed. He had been alone for two days, and could barely take it. 

“Hi, Lou!” He exclaimed happily “What are ya doing?” He asked.

Louis sighed “I’m sittin here watchin the news… ” 

Harry raised an eyebrow “You’re not with Zayn or Niall or Liam?” He asked curiously.

Louis frowned.

“Zayns hangin out with Perrie and Little Mix, Liam is with Danielle and her family, and Niall is in Dublin with his brother.” He pointed out with a depressed tone. He was the only one in 1D on New Years that didnt have some sort of date. He was the only lonely one. 

Harry felt the guilt pile in his chest. He sighed and ran his hands trough his hair.

“Oh. I’m sorry boo…” 

Louis shook his head.

“No, no. Have fun with Grim. Give him a New Years kiss to me…” His voice began to break at the ending. 

Harry frowned and buried his head in his hands.

“I love you Louis… I’ll make it up to you when I get home, I promise.” He whispered. 

Louis shrugged.

“Bye Haz. Love you too.” He said and hit end. 

Harry played with his fingers nervously and he slowly stood up. He walked over to nick and smiled.

“Hey Grim…” He said softly. 

Nick smiled.

“Hey Harry!” He said happily, rubbing his back instantly. 

Harry felt suddenly uncomfortable. He squirmed, feeling that only Louis could touch him like that. He sighed.

“I think I’m going to head home to Louis… He’s all alone this year…” 

Nick took Harrys hand and pulled him closer.

“No, Harry… Stay… You were going to be my New Years smooch.” He touched his lips. 

Harry pulled away and stepped back.

“No, Nick. Louis is gonna be. I really appreciate the offer, but I’m feeling really homesick right about now.” He sternly announced, hoisting his bag as he headed to the door. 

Nick stared at him unhappily, his mouth fallen open.

“Fine. Have fun with Boring Boo.” He muttered.

Harry smiled as he boarded the last minute plane back to London. He was anxious to get him and surprise his Louis. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Louis was sitting unhappily on the couch, staring as the ball slowly began to drop. He thought Harry was there, but little did he know he was walking up the steps to their door. 

“Ten.” Louis whispered. 

Harry began to unlock the door. 

“Nine.” The older boy said with a crack.

Harry heard the silent click of the door and smiled widely. 

“Eight.” 

Harry took a slow step into the house. 

“seven.” 

Harry set down his bag slowly and began to sneak upstairs.

“Six.” 

Harry heard the voice of his much missed boyfriend counting down. 

“Five.” 

Harry saw the back of Louis head in the couch and slowly began walking up behind him. 

“Four.” 

Harry snuck up until he was right behind the couch. 

“Three.” 

Harry slowly went up and began to lean closer.

“Two.” Louis voice cracked, seeing all the couples on the TV prepare to kiss. 

The next word, Harry happily said with Louis:

“One.” He whispered.

Louis barely had enough time to gasp at the low, husky voice in his ear before Harry pressed a long, sweet kiss to his lips.