Short Imagines (Larry Stylinson)

First kiss

Louis is over at Harry's, but that's nothing new, you could even say that's his new house now since he's been spending more time there than at his own.

They've met a few weeks ago at a talent show to which both lost, but they achieved something much better than the title of winner, they got each other, and that's something they wouldn't trade for anything.

And, well, I said weeks but it feels like they've known each other for a whole lifetime, at least they acted like it, it was an instant connection and Louis likes to believe it was simply meant to be.

"You know, sometimes I wonder what would have happened if one of us hadn't gone to audition, what do you think you'd be doing now?" Louis asks curiously, he's sat at the window beside Harry, stargazing.

"It doesn't matter what I'd be doing, I just know that independent of that, I wouldn't be as happy as I am right now being here with you." Harry smiles honestly.

Louis feels his heart doing a loop-de-loop in his chest, he stays silent, not really sure how to answer or if he can trust the stability of his voice enough to do that, so he just smiles as he looks at Harry's opposite direction, too self-conscious about how flustered he is, his cheeks burning, unaware that Harry has actually been looking at him this whole time.

"And by the way, this is not something you have to worry about. Not now nor before." Harry adds.

"Yeah?" Louis turns his gaze to Harry in a mixture of surprise and confusion. "And why's that?"

Harry smiles to himself, happy to have Louis' beautiful blue eyes finally looking into his own, something he never seems to get used to. "Because even if we hadn't gone," He pauses, trying to find the words to express what he's trying to say "I'd have found you anyways. I believe... I feel like we're supposed to be here."

"On your window?" Louis says with a small laugh and looks to the landscape in front on him, trying to be playful and sounding rather fond instead.

He looks back at Harry when he doesn't get a response, catching him looking at the sky with a thoughtful gaze. 

Harry opens his lips a bit as if he's gonna say something, but closes them again with a small smile before returning to Louis. "Home."

Home.

"Home." Louis repeats lowly, more to himself than to Harry. He knows Harry isn't referring to his house.

Meanwhile Harry starts to worry he said the wrong thing when Louis doesn't give him a readable reaction, does Louis not feel that way? Did he go too far?

A warm hand caressing Harry's hair breaks his thoughts.

Harry nods, "You feel like home to me." He says, refusing to take it back even if Louis doesn't feel the same, he wants him to know.

Louis shifts beside him, straddling the large window so he's now facing Harry with his whole body, he opens his arms inviting Harry to lean on him, and so he does, letting himself fall into Louis' embrace.

"Harry," Louis' heart is beating fast by the realization of what he's about to say.

"Yes?" Harry takes Louis' hand in his own and caresses his knuckles with his thumb.