The Night is Changing Overhead- Larry

The Night Sky is Changing Overhead

November was coming to a close and the weather outside had turned a permanent grey. The few trees that were around Soho had grown bare. With each day, the walk to work became a bit more unpleasant but Harry found that it wasn't nearly as bad when he got to wake up next to Louis. Usually, spring was Harry's favorite season. However, it was slowly changing to winter because that meant Louis cuddling close to him at night just to claim that it was only because he was cold. Harry didn't buy it for a second but he pretended for Louis' sake.

The lines between them had permanently blurred, Harry thinking that it really started the night of Halloween. Of course, Louis was still being a sarcastic little shit most of the time, but he had also started to spend time with Harry that didn't always end up with them naked. To Harry, it didn't feel like they were slowing down, it felt like they were just building up to something bigger. He didn't want to tell Louis that though, hoping that the other man would come to the same conclusion on his own.

Here and there, Louis would just stop Harry in the middle of what he was doing and kiss him. There wasn't intent of it leading to more; he would just kiss Harry because he could. In Harry's opinion, it was a nice development. He was slowly wearing Louis down.

"S'ready."

Harry finished pouring hot water into a green and blue mug, covering the teabags that were laid on the bottom. He stirred in a bit of cream and then carried the two mugs over to the bath. Louis was carefully stepping in, the tension in his expression immediately easing as he sank into the bubbles. 'Oh fuck, this is perfect."

Setting the two mugs on the clear table that was next to the tub, Harry patted Louis' back so that he would scoot forward a bit. Louis huffed as he moved to make room for Harry behind him, acting much more perturbed than he really was. Harry settled in the tub, his legs bracketing Louis as he pulled Louis back against his chest.

Grabbing the blue mug for himself, Harry handed the green one to Louis, knowing that he had a preference for green. "Might be a bit hot," Harry mumbled as he blew off the steam that emanated from the lip of the mug.

Louis sighed happily as he took a sip and then set the mug back down. Also on the table was a half empty pack of cigarettes that Louis dubbed to be his "Tub Time Stokes," a glass bowl that Harry had bought to act as an ashtray, and a Bic lighter. When Harry found the bowl that had little birds engraved along the side, he was ecstatic. Louis felt bad smoking around him but Harry did his best to let him know that he didn't care. Harry associated the smell of smoke with Louis so he found himself missing it when it was gone. It was a bit pathetic but Harry didn't mind.

When he got it, he had sent a picture of the bowl to Louis along with a text that read, "You can smoke at mine only if you use the birdies bowl as a tray." Louis was so endeared that he ate Harry out for the better half of an hour that night. So overall, the bowl was a worthy purchase.

Harry rubbed his hands along Louis' arms as Louis lit a cigarette. Louis had been overly stressed recently so Harry had made it his mission to keep him grounded. Louis was directing the school play which premiered the second week of December. It was a showcase for the seniors and apparently there would be different scouts attending opening night. It was a lot of pressure on Louis' shoulders to make sure that it went well. Especially since the students were doing the iconic show, Les Miserables.

Louis exhaled a puff of smoke and hummed thankfully as Harry languidly kissed the side of his neck. "Feels amazing," Louis murmured.

After leaving a purpling bruise on the base of Louis' neck, Harry pulled away and kissed Louis' temple. Louis tapped out the excess ash into the bowl and then looked over his shoulder, raising the cigarette to Harry. Harry leaned forwards and took a drag, letting it settle in the back of his throat before exhaling.