Larry Oneshots

Pranks and Tears

Summary: Louis jokes with Harry, but Harry is a sensitive little bean.

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"Hey, Lou, can you grab some juice from the kitchen? Pretty please?" Harry asked softly, tilting his head back to look at his boyfriend.

Louis stopped and smiled down at his adorable boy, ruffling his curls and turning to the kitchen. "Of course, baby. Be right back."

Harry kept a small smile on his lips as he looked back towards the TV, snuggling deeper into his pile of fluffy blankets. Louis had been in this mood all day. Super energetic, playful, and most of all, super loving on his boyfriend. Harry was all for it. He got extra, extra cuddles today.

They were watching The Notebook, as per Harry's request. Though, it may have taken a little whining from the boy... Louis gave in pretty easily as soon as Harry flashed his green, puppy eyes.

"Here you go, baby." Louis spoke, rounding the couch and handing Harry a glass cup filled with his favorite mango substance.

Harry sat up, making grabby hands and taking the glass. He giggled slightly, "Ooo, thank you!"

Louis sat down and cuddled Harry into his chest, blankets surrounding their bodies. He looked down at Harry, watching as the boy sipped his drink, careful not to spill. His eyes glued to the television.

As the movie came to an end, Harry's eyes were glazed over and he was sniffling slightly. The boy was always emotional it came to movies, happy ending or not. Either way, by the end, the boy would be sobbing.

But Louis would always cuddle him until he calmed down.

"Uhn," Harry mumbled, sitting up and wiping his eyes. The sight adorable. "I'm tired."

Louis smiled mischievously behind Harry's back before setting his face. He'd been on social media this morning and saw this prank a couple did; Louis was all for pranks. Usually not on his boyfriend, but he'd been in a mood all day. And Harry had definitely picked up on it too, so, it couldn't be that bad.

Here goes nothing.

Harry stood from the couch, huddling in his own little cocoon. He looked at Louis with droopy eyes and spoke softly, "Bed time."

Louis stayed where he was. Harry dragged his feet towards the hallway, expecting Louis to follow. But when he didn't hear footsteps or light switches flicking, he stopped. His face forming a pout.

"Are you coming, Lou?"

Louis stood from the couch, glancing at his boy who stood in the hallway, looking extremely cuddly, soft, lovable, warm...

Fuck.

He laid out a blanket flat on the couch, throwing a pillow and making some sort of bed. "I think I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight." He spoke, voice and face blank.

Harry's pout immediately turned to a frown. He bounced uneasily on his toes. "Um.. can- can I ask why?"

Louis shrugged, flopping down on his 'bed' on the couch. "I don't know."

Louis was too far to see the tears that started to brim in Harry's eyes.

Harry couldn't sleep without Louis.

But the boy just nodded. He was being stupid. "O-okay. Um..." He quickly turned and waddled down the hall to their bedroom. Well, his bedroom for the night. "Goodnight."

Louis frowned and waited a couple moments.

All jokes aside, he got up and swiftly sprinted to their room, seeing that Harry was already swaddled in the sheets, little sniffles sounding.

Louis mentally slapped himself.

His poor baby was too sensitive for any prank.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Never again. Not to his Haz.

He gently crawled into the smooth sheets of their bed, careful as to not startle or shake his boy.

"Baby?"

"...Yeah?" The sweet voice of his lover croaked.

"I'm sorry. It was supposed to be funny, but I was just being an ass." Louis rasped, laying down and wrapping his arms around Harry's tiny waist and digging his face into the boys warm neck. "Forgive me?"

It was silent for a few seconds. Then the mattress dipped under Harry's weight as the boy turned to face Louis.

"Of course I do, you big meany. Now cuddle me."

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Fuck. I promise these will get better. I've got a couple of drafts but some take longer than I intend them to because they actually have a plot are I think they're good. Then small ideas that I think I can write quick and post, I get all mixed up and sometimes don't even have a plot and then the whole thing comes out lame.

This one being an example.

Anyways, thanks for reading Larry Lovers. Stay with me.

Until next time... bye bye.

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