"Why do you keep looking at me?"
"No reason! I just... I love the way you look in the sunset."
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Larry Stylinson AU.
Louis and Harry are complete strangers, but Harry is persistent on the two of them being friends.
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When the two woke up to Harry's alarm, they let out a synchronized groan. Neither moved an inch, not even to turn off the beeping.
"You get it." Harry mumbled, making Louis realize the heat of his voice was on his head.
He opened his eyes, and even though it was dark, he saw how their legs were tangled together like braids, and Louis was tucked into the taller boy's chest.
He didn't want to move, content that he was in the boy's arms. "Fine." He grumbled, rolling over and smacking his hand on the clock. He sat up from there, letting the warm sheets fall off his chest. Harry was still laid peacefully with his hair strewn about. "Wake up." He hit his chest.
Harry groaned. "Don't wanna."
"C'mon. Your hair is greasy you need a shower." Louis tugged at a curl. Harry finally sat up with a dramatic groan, rubbing his eyes. Louis was staring. It was six in the damn morning and Harry looked better than Louis had in months. How?!
Harry got up without another word and went to his bathroom. Louis took this initiative to make sure he wasn't in need of a shower.
He stood in front of Harry's long mirror and inspected himself. His hair was a little greasy, and that would bother Louis all day. He probably needed to have a shower after Harry.
He just sat on the bed until Harry was done, staring at the dark wood floor the whole time. He was tired, and he wanted to go back to sleep.
Harry came out of the bathroom with his hair wet around his face and a towel around his hips. "Did you need one too?" Louis almost couldn't look away from his rib cage.
Louis nodded quickly, though. "Get me clothes while I'm in there."
Harry nodded with a yawn and walked to his wardrobe while Louis went to the foggy bathroom. He turned on the water and took off his pants, stretching his arms.
After the water was hot, he got in and immediately relaxed. The tension in his shoulders from homework was eased, and he almost moaned at the feeling. Harry would never let him live that one down though.
He looked for shampoo, only to find that Harry used women's hair wash. Strawberry scented, too. He just shook his head and washed his hair, letting the hot water run over his body.
When he got out, he towel dried his hair and wrapped it around his stomach. The bathroom was practically a sauna, and when he opened the door, he was hit with cold air and goosebumps.
Harry was sitting with his legs crossed in front of his mirror, fixing his hair. "Your clothes are on the bed."
Louis took them and went back into the bathroom. The clothes Harry had picked was a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt with Nirvana on it. Louis tied the sweatpants so they didn't fall off.
