LARRY ONESHOTS

~ BRING BACK MANLY MEN ~

*LOUIS' POV*

I wake up to the sound of Clifford barking along-side Bruce and groan in annoyance.

"Boys, what's wrong?" I murmur and Clifford jumps up on the bed and cuddles up behind me, right next to Harry, only to be followed by Bruce jumping on and cuddling up in my arms. Kissing his forehead, I roll out of bed because I know there is no way I'll be able to sleep now, I look at the time and see that it's already well past 10.00 AM.

Well, that explains the barking. Even through the whole pandemic, Harry and I rarely sleep in. Both of us are always up by 8.00 in the morning and spend time at the in-house gym. Turning back to look at him, I see his eyes slightly open and smile before kissing his cheek.

"How come you didn't wake up today?"

"I did but I was too tired to actually get up and wake you up as well. So, I figured it wouldn't make a difference if we slept in for once."

"Always a good call." I say with a smile as I kiss his forehead and scratch Clifford's and Bruce's back. "You wanna sleep in some more, love?" I ask and turn back to Harry.

"Yes, please."

"Alright, I'll make us breakfast."

"Thanks, babe." He simply smiles before closing his eyes and cuddling both Clifford and Bruce as the boys wag their tails happily and close their eyes. I grin at the sight of them and click a picture of the two of them on my phone and immediately set it as my wallpaper.

I walk out of the bedroom and straight into the kitchen and start up the coffee machine.

It's a good thing I learned cooking and got at least somewhat decent at it from Harry over the course of the lockdown. I'm nowhere near as good as my husband is, but I can make stuff without burning it and make it taste good and edible, so that's a development.

Since the coffee usually brews for 20 to 30 minutes, I sit on the kitchen island and open up twitter, figuring that I can catch up on what's going on with the fans before making breakfast in time with the coffee so that everything is nice and hot.

Just like the man you're making it for, my mind says back to me and I face-palm myself before laughing. I guess Hazza's sense of humour is rubbing off on me as well.

But as I open up twitter, my smile slowly disappears as I notice the sea of new comments on Harry's pictures from the Vogue magazine that came out just yesterday.

The fans, of course, are loving it, but there are hundreds upon thousands of people speaking negatively about him wearing a dress. My anger rises as I read one tweet after the other and then notice one particular name that keeps coming up over and over again.

Candace Owens.

It takes me a minute to rack my mind and see if I have any clue as to who the fuck she is but I'm too angry right now to process any of that. The only thought in my mind right now is that I have to make sure Harry doesn't see these comments. He would be heartbroken.

My mind goes back to the time we were in X-Factor when he sat in a room and read all the negative, not to mention completely fake, news articles and blogs that were being written about him and my heart clenches. I can't let him go through that again, my baby would be absolutely shattered to see that he is being criticized for simply being himself.

As I look blankly at the coffee pot brewing away, I feel a plan forming in my mind and I jump down from the island to quickly make the breakfast. Putting the eggs and the bacon on the plate for the two of us and putting Clifford and Bruce's in their bowls, I head back into the bedroom.