MULTIFANDOM IMAGINES

Harry Styles x Louis Tomlinson (Larry Stylinson) ~ The Tour Bus

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Includes: Pure fluff

A/N: In no way by creating this imagine (or any future Larry Stylinson/celeb ship writing of mine) am I pressuring or insulting Harry, Louis, or their loved ones. It is just a one-shot with a ship I like as an opinion, and it is in no way supposed to be taken as something other than that.

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"Louis!" Everyone's voices rang through Louis' ears as he was manhandled into the tour bus for their Where We Are Tour. The sounds of crying fans were slightly drowned out, but not even the soundproof metal walls of the bus could deflect every scream and call of his name.

He was the first of the five boys to run out of the overpopulated stadium in New York, deciding that he would clean himself up in his hotel room. He collapsed onto the first couch he saw and huffed in pure exhaustion. This was by far the biggest show they've had by date, and they still had two more performances in this one state alone. What he would give to be back home in a lovely and comfortable bed with Harry's arms wrapped around me.

But both of them had been too busy to give the other attention. Especially Harry, which Louis couldn't understand why but his attention-deprived brain liked to devise different solutions other than the fact that his boyfriend was too occupied to give him any love or affection. He didn't like that ending.

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"Come on!" A bodyguard ushered the remaining four past the barricaded fans, which didn't seem to be having much effect as they had to be held back by other guards. Harry always tried his best to sneak in a way to hold Louis' hand in times like these, but he didn't have Louis right now. He couldn't test his perfect charm on the fans and convince them that he and Louis were merely standing next to each other by coincidence instead of him needing comfort.

As they loaded onto the bus, the first thing they saw was Louis passed out on one of the rather uncomfortable black couches. The door slammed closed behind them, and Liam and Niall sat across from Louis, discussing their previous performance as the bus jerked forward and it drove off. Zayn went straight to his bed, not caring if he fell asleep on the tour bus like so many times before.

Harry was staring at his boyfriend ahead of him, noticing the bags under his eyes become more vibrant than on or off stage and his skin slowly losing its color as he saw every element of fatigue finally set in. He didn't want to be like Zayn and sleep on the bus, but he was just, if not more, tired than he and Louis were.

He sighed, walking over to Louis' couch and dipping down to lay on top of him without crushing his small frame. Liam and Niall paid no attention to this and only became more invested in their conversation. Louis shot awake at the added weight and looked down to see Harry glancing at him guiltily.

"Sorry, I woke you," he whispered, tightening the grip around Louis' waist.

"No, no, it's okay," Louis replied, his voice lower than usual, and Harry placed his head back on Louis' shoulder. 

"Hi," he mumbled, and Louis smiled, running his fingers through Harry's long brunette locks.

"Hi, Haz," Harry hummed at the euphoric feeling of Louis' fingers scratching and messaging his scalp. His arms moved from around his torso to his neck, and he nudged himself upward, closer to Louis, who continued to examine his sleepy boyfriend's movements.

Louis couldn't help himself and touched his lips to Harry's, who let a lazy grin spread across his lips as they broke apart. "You were amazing tonight, Lou," Harry stated, digging his face into Louis' neck.

"So were you, my boy. Now get some rest," Harry let a weak chuckle escape his lips as Louis brought him closer and pecked his forehead before he gradually let the darkness of sleep consume every individual part of his body. When he noticed Harry asleep, Louis smiled to himself, now relieved that he could finally rest as well. He needed to make sure Harry slept soundly even on a bus like this. He managed to get somewhat comfortable, and within minutes, he matched his boyfriend's steady breathing and peaceful demeanor. The two did, in fact, sleep on the tour bus that night.