All I Ever Wanted (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 41

First off, early update??

This chapter hasn't been edited, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Also, don't kill me for not making their anniversary on the 28th of September!

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Chapter 41

Somehow, Harry and I managed to sleep through the rest of the day and didn't wake up until four in the morning. It wasn't very suitable as it was pitch black outside, but it didn't matter since we slept for twelve hours.

I felt alert as I fluttered my eyes open, seeing Harry's curls sprawled on my chest with his head on my shoulder. His arm was draped over my naked stomach while mine was wrapped around his back, absentmindedly drawing patterns into his skin.

He stirred only a few seconds later, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinked his eyes open. A small smile formed on his lips when he made eye contact with me. "Morning," he mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck.

Feeling the hairs on my body rise, I pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Morning, love."

He let out a content sigh, tightening his arm around my torso. "What time is it?" He asked, his fingers dancing along my ribcage.

"It's the middle of the night," I said. "Four in the morning, to be specific. We slept for twelve hours."

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, burrowing his face deeper into my neck. "I don't even remember the last time I slept this long. You're such a bad influence on me."

"Oh, please. It's not my fault you got tired by having sex."

He looked up at me, his green eyes meeting mine in the dark room. "Isn't it, though?" He implied, raising his eyebrows with a hint of a smile on his lips.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. "I'm taking that as a compliment."

"Mhm?" He hummed, getting closer to my face so that our lips were mere inches apart. "You should," he confirmed, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to my lips.

My hand went to grip the back of his neck as I moved my mouth tenderly with his. We pulled away only a few seconds later, gazing into each other's eyes with slight smiles on our lips. "Remember when we were on tour, and I asked you where you see yourself in five years?" I questioned, tilting my head to the side.

He was propped up with an arm on my chest now, his face hovering over mine. "Of course."

"What was your reply?" I continued, looking at him expectantly as I tucked a stray curl behind his ear.

A glint appeared in his eyes. "I see you," he quoted his 20-year-old self. "And me. We're leaving every car, every building together, holding hands because we can, because there's nothing holding us back anymore."

I nodded, pursing my lips. "It's next year."

"Yeah," he breathed, averting his gaze for a few seconds. "Maybe we won't be able to do all those things then, but I still want you to be there. And I would still like to see us sitting in a park, watching our grandchildren play around when we're grey and old."

The smile returned to my lips, my hand tangling in his curls at the back of his neck. "You're definitely a sap," I told him teasingly. "But in this case, I would love for you to be right."

A light chuckle escaped his mouth as he leaned in to press a kiss to my neck, leaving a few more before pulling back to look at my face again. His hand traveled down my side, towards the curve of my bum, making my eyes widen. His smile only grew as he leaned in to press his nose against my cheek, ghosting his lips over mine.