larry- one shots

a kind of magic

the beatles or rolling stones?

A day in Louis' life is basic and boring. He wakes up in the morning, finds something to wear, and goes to work. In between all that, he tries to hide the fact that he is in love with his best friend, who also happens to live with him.

He doesn't know exactly when he fell in love with Harry. Maybe it was that time when his mother had grounded him for misbehaving (as all 8 years old rebellious kids do), and Harry had come to his house, sneaking from his own mother and Louis' mother, and brought Louis the new marvel comic book he'd been dreading to read. Harry knew Spiderman was his favorite. Or maybe it was the time when they were 16 and Louis had told Harry he was gay, and Harry had hugged him and assured him he didn't have to feel ashamed of who he was. Or maybe, he's always been in love with Harry, and he tries to find an specific time because that would be less overwhelming than accepting the fact that the reality he lives in is one where loving Harry is timeless.

When they finished college they had decided to live together because codependency has always been a crucial unhealthy part of their relationship. Louis had studied history, and he was now a professor. Harry had studied witchcraft, and after some hard work, he'd opened a witchcraft boutique. He's a powerful witch, but he maintains a low profile. He goes everyday about how magic really exists in 'the immensity of the sky and space'. As if they don't have enough magic on earth.

Louis still remembers the first time Harry had found out he was a witch. They were 12, and they had been fighting all day. Something had snapped inside Harry, and next thing Louis knew, he had been lifted from the ground. Harry had been bubbling with joy, too astonished to notice Louis was screaming at him to put him down. Harry had immediately ran to tell his mother the news.

They've been a team for a really long time now. It's actually impossible for Louis to find a moment in time where Harry wasn't around. Louis knows everything about Harry, and Harry knows everything about Louis. Well, Harry doesn't know Louis is in love with him, but that's just a small detail. Harry would never hate him for not telling him, and Louis is never going to tell his friend the truth; the perfect match.

"Morning, Lou."

It startles Louis when Harry's deep and husky morning voice interrupts his trail of thoughts. He looks at his friend, and he can't believe angels decided to take over the earth. Harry's long and curly hair is kind of tousled from rolling in his sleep all night, but he looks beautiful like this. He rubs his eyes and yawns as he approaches Louis in the living room.

"Morning," Louis says. He's breathless. He's seen this Harry way too many times but his heart still clenches at the image of his friend trying to get rid of the last traces of sleep.

"Did you make tea?"

"No, I'm actually running late, sorry," Louis apologizes. He isn't one with the kitchen, but he manages. It was a mutual agreement when they moved together that as long as Louis prepares breakfast Harry would cook the rest of the day's meals. It isn't a fair deal—but Harry enjoys cooking, and Louis just loves seeing his friend happy.

"It's ok. Do you want me to prepare something quick before you go?" Oh, he's truly an angel.

"No, love, I'm pretty late, but thank you."

Louis grabs everything he needs and when he opens the door, Harry comes rushing after him. "Wait," he says.

"Harry..." Louis hurries him. He can't be late again. He needs to be professional, and having woken up at 9:40 wasn't too professional of him.

"What do you say about pasta tonight? It's your favorite."

"Are you kidding me?" Harry's dimples show up. He can't be mad at Harry when he looks at him like that. If Louis could describe Harry; he would be the moon. Even when it's dark it shines so beautifully, and when one looks at it—it's as if nothing else matters but to be important to it. He wanted nothing more than to be cherished by Harry. "Of course I want pasta."