Larry smut/one shots

Ship and Compass (one shot)

By- Aggressivestress
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Summary:
One in which I attempt to write about what I think happens with 2015 Larry.
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What they see is only the half of it, half of the disaster that has become the life of Louis Tomlinson.

Thinking back to 2010 helps nothing, so he tries to not do that, but, if he did, he knew exactly what he would remember. He would remember he and Harry, free to hold hands, to cuddle on the tour bus, to sit next to each other, to playfully flirt in interviews, but that's the past. Those were during the old days, the days where Larry Stylinson wasn't the main thought of half of their fan base. Today, in 2015, it's different.

Today sitting next to each other causes uproar, glances in the others direction causes a riot, and god forbid they go somewhere on the same plane. It makes them happy, yes, but when the fandom goes batshit crazy, Management throws the walls up again and they're stuck for the millionth time in a dark hole they aren't sure they can climb out of. They find their ways, they find small loopholes, but it isn't enough. Louis doesn't think about 2010 because it hurts to remember how close he and Harry were... how in love they were.

When the Larry Stylinson epidemic hit, everything went into chaos. Harry was constantly ripped from his grasp, his side, and their fighting back did nothing to help. Breaking the contract was like breaking the band. They didn't want to break their band. But not fighting Management turned into something else. That fighting had to be put toward something else and, more often than not, it was put toward each other.

More and more they would get into harsh arguments, yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs until Harry's sniffling and tear tracks are drying on his cheeks and Louis disappears out the door, slamming it behind him. Louis would rarely come back that night, would usually sleep in the back of his damn Mystery Van that he and Zayn once shared- before Zayn quit, that is.

When Louis did come back, he would be as quiet as possible. He would slip into bed at the earlier hours of the morning, press himself to Harry's back, and tightly hold the younger boy in his arms although Harry is noticeably lankier than him. Harry wouldn't say a word, too tired to argue anymore, and he'd just cuddle back into it. They would sleep, but the mornings were still awkward. They seemed to tiptoe around each other, wincing whenever the other shut a cabinet a bit too harshly or placed down a coffee mug with too much force, the glass clinking with the marble counters.

One night, it got to be too much.

They'd been having a nice night. Harry made dinner, Louis quietly hummed while he set up their movie trays for their semi-monthly movie night (the one night they can just cut off their phones and just be with each other), and they were happy, content. It was quiet, a nice atmosphere as they could just be like they were back in 2010, and they never wanted to leave.

Unfortunately, Louis had forgotten to turn off his phone.

When it buzzed with a Twitter notification, Harry immediately pulled out of their embrace to pick it up from their lovely glass coffee table to turn it off- a housewarming gift from Jay. Louis had groaned annoyedly, brushing his fingers through Harry's overgrown hair and telling him to just ignore it, but Harry's face had considerably saddened. Louis' stomach had dropped, pulling away from his boyfriend completely to take the phone from his fingers; he felt rage building in him immediately.

"That's it," he claimed, pushing himself off the couch and angrily shoving his phone into his pocket.

Harry blinked out of his haze, blinked the tears away, "What? Lou, where are you going?"