One Direction Oneshots (boyxboy)

Kiss Me (Larry)

Louis sat up in bed hearing the rustling of blankets and the mattress moving as a weight was lifted off of it. Louis looked over seeing harry, his arms stretched over his head as he swayed slightly on his feet still numb with sleep. Louis' eyes followed harry as he moved across the room opening the closet and disappearing behind the door. Louis heard the scratching of metal on metal as harry moved the hangers searching for a shirt. Louis slipped out of bed and out of the room. He went into the kitchen and brought out a couple pans and started to cook.

About 20 minutes later louis was setting the plate full of food on the table as harry walked downstairs dressed sharply for work. He sat down at the table without a word of gratitude to louis. But of course louis was use to this treatment from harry. Louis however tried not to let this offend him. He knew harry was a busy man and his full time job took a lot out of him, but a little cuddle every now and then or a "good morning lou" or "thanks for breakfast babe" or even an "I love you" wouldn't hurt, now would it? Was that too much to ask for?

Harry ate in silence not even glancing at Louis. Louis bit his lip trying not to let this get to him. This was always how harry acted, he reminded himself. He doesn't mean it, he assured himself.

Harry cleaned his plate and his eyes finally met with louis. Louis breath caught in his throat as their eyes met and a small hopeful smile started to creep its way onto his face. Was he gonna say it? Thank him for breakfast? Tell louis he loves him? Harry mouth opened and he spoke dully his voice raspy and deep as ever, "can you go start my car louis?"

Louis face fell but he looked away hiding his disappointment. He took the keys harry held out for him. And walked toward the door that led to their garage.

"Oh, and louis..."

Louis turned back around and looked up at Harry. Harry was facing away from him as he put his dishes into the sink louis nit his lip

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget to turn the heater on"

Louis sighed and frowned as he threw open the door and walked out into the garage. It was cold and he shivered. He opened the garage door and walked up to the car unlocking it and opening the door. He sat down in the front seat and turned the key in the ignition hearing and feeling the car roar as it started. Louis flipped on the heater and closes his eyes leaning back in the leather seats as his mind was corrupted by thoughts of harry.

Nowadays harry was so... Far away. Even thought they slept in the same bed louis almost felt like he wasn't there at all. He wasn't present. Harry would hardly talk to him. Sometimes they'd smile at each other and share a few words but it was never anything meaningful like it used to be. Louis wonders what had happened? Could all of this be just over work? Or had louis done something? Louis shakes these thought out of his head and gets out of the car and goes back inside.

Harry was on the phone his face had gotten redder and he seemed stressed "no... No, I'll finish them tomorrow... But could you just-" his hands flew through his hair as he let out a breath, sounding exhausted even though the day had just started "yes, yes of course. I'm sorry... I'm on my way." And then he was gone. He pocketed his phone and was out the door before louis could even react.

Louis bit his lip and fell onto the couch. He was again consumed with the thoughts of harry. Did harry even love him anymore? He sure didn't act like it. All that mattered to harry now was work, work, work. That was all harry seemed to care about that was all harry seemed to think about. Ever since harry had gotten that promotion and became CEO of the company in which he has worked at for four years, he seemed to not have enough time for louis anymore. And while louis pretended it didn't bother him. The reality of the matter is that it had slowly been eating away at Louis for a long time. He just wanted to feel wanted. He wanted to be cuddled and loved on. He wanted to be kissed all over his face and caressed softly by those gentle fingertips. He wanted fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp, and breathing on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Marks all over his body letting the world know who he belonged too. Wanted to be talked to, caring words that made him feel special. He wanted harry. Harry who was his boyfriend. Harry who was supposed to do all these things to him like a good boyfriend does. So, why won't he? Why doesnt this love feel like the Hollywood-style love they portray in the movies? It used to. But why did it have to change?