larry stylinson one shots

spooky day vol. 2

a/n elsa.

the reason this is volume 2 is because i already wrote a spooky day one shot in my drafts but i'm not gonna post it because i included zigi in it and i dont need to be disrespectful today :)

so yeah im gonna try to write an entire fucking one shot in 2 days (this usually takes me months) anyways. hopefully this is out tomorrow.

happy halloween if you celebrate and if you dont i hope you enjoy the last day of october!! (i would also like to mourn this day of 1981 for any potterheads thx)

i love you so so much and im so proud that you've made it to the end of another month. just think, one day you could be living in an apartment of your own choosing your own salt and pepper shakers. i love you <3

synopsis: a day in the life of halloween w the tomlinsons.
-- au where they have children and aren't famous
(they're around the ages that they are now)

harry's pov

i wake up in the morning with a soft pitter patter of raindrops on the windowpane. of course it rains on halloween, it's basically tradition at this point. so, thank you for that, mother nature.

i shift in the blankets, as if i'm trying to get comfortable to fall asleep again (there's no way i actually will though). i'm not surprised when i open my eyes and meet the steady rise and fall of another's chest. he wears an orange t-shirt with black writing on that says 'i'm too old for this sheet' then a white ghost underneath.

i pick myself up just to fall gently on top of him. i need a minute of just us—even if he's still asleep—before the craziness of halloween really starts. i do love this holiday (of course) but it doesn't make it very easy still.

while i rest my head on my husband's chest, i run my fingers up and down his bicep, as if it's second nature. i remember the times when we were still teenagers, when halloween was for us. when the 31st consisted of halloween parties, drinking games, drunken love confessions, slutty costumes and happy smiles. halloween now is small princesses, trick-or-treating, forehead kisses, broad grins and hotel transylvania and i wouldn't change it for the world.

i don't notice when his breathing becomes shallower and nearly jump when his hand meets my hair soothingly.

"good morning, darling," he whispers. i relax into him. every morning is a good morning when i get to wake up to him.

"good morning, lou," i respond quietly. i move so our lips can meet in a close-mouthed kiss. the kiss breaks with a smile and i sit up. louis keeps his hand clasped around my wrist lightly, like he doesn't want me to go yet.

"what time is it?" he asks softly. his thumb rubs back and forth over the inside of my arm.

"eight," i return, after checking the digital clock on my bedside table. louis sniffles and yawns.

"too early," he complains with the ghost of a grin on his face. i smile and peck his forehead before stepping off the bed fully.

"just be glad it's a weekend this year," i say through a shallow laugh, remembering all the years where we've had to buy a school costume and a real costume. we've always had to money to buy both, so it didn't bother us, but it didn't change the hassle of the wardrobe changes.

"where're you going?" louis asks, finally sitting up. i look at him on our bed. even after all these years his fluffy morning hair and needy blue eyes still make my heart clench—this is all mine.

"breakfast, sunshine," i say. i watch his lips turn into a lazy smile at the pet name. again, after all these years.

"i'll be there in a minute," he replies. i nod and walk over to hold his face in my hands. he leans into my touch and i kiss his nose.