Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Harry_and_louis_vlog_220614

Author: harrylikesbanana

Summary: Harry and Louis are a cute Youtube couple vloggers. Yeah.

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Open scene into a second of darkness, then to a couple of purple-duvet-covered toes.

A warm, husky chuckle emits off camera then the view clumsily turns 180 degrees, showing a mop of messy curls on a brightly sheepish, grinning face and shirtless. His head’s pressing against a fluffy pillow, probably propped against the connecting bedpost.

“Hiiiii,” he chuckles again before clearing his throat.

Then he yawns and rubs his left eye, places the camera on his chest so that he can rub his right eye with his right hand.

“Sorry,” he says right after closing his mouth from his previous big breather, “I might’ve slept late watching season four of Pretty Little Liars on Netflix.” By the end of his statement, he’s smiling again, a tad bit cheekily.

“Anywho,” he sighs, voice soft, pushing himself up more so he’s now sitting with his back pressing against his bedpost and holding the camera with his dominant hand.

“I thought I’d vlog today because today is a momentous occasion,” he nods with an even bigger smile from before.

He blinks, his eyes puffy but his whole face happy, and for a split second glances to his left then looks back into the lens.

“We’re gonna get a puppy!” he smiles so much his eyes close. He inhales deeply again as if he’s about to yawn again but instead breaks out into singing, “I’m so excited, I just can’t hide it! I—“ he continues the rhythm with mumbled lyrics and not even five seconds later, his singing just fades into laughter.

Just then, someone grumbles off camera and a hand slaps his chest then a muffled, “Shut up ‘arry, ‘m tryna sleep you dung beetle.”

“Heyyyy,” the curly headed wrinkles his face, looking to his left and gives a slap back.

“Who are you calling a dung beetle? Huh?” He sounds like he talking to a baby. And he’s got an amused smile on his face as he chuckles and looks back into the camera.

“Anyways—“ he sighs, “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, yeah,” he purses his lips, “So we’re getting a dog today, finally,” he rolls his eyes with another sigh.

He gets another slap but this time it’s on his head.

“Who’re you calling rude, ya big mouthed troll?”

Harry laughs.

“How’s this for being rude, eh?” A set of generally small hands cover Harry’s face, almost completely.

Harry just giggles some more, still able to hold the camera properly with his eyes shut.

“Louis your hands taste like fart!” Harry mumbles under fingers.

Louis laughs behind the camera. The bed squeaks slightly as they move about.

“How do you know how fart tastes like?” He chuckles, cupping Harry’s cheeks together before pulling himself in for a bite on his earlobe with a cheeky laugh.

Harry leans his head to his left, giggling, “Ey!” But he doesn’t pull away.

“Niall farted on my face one time,” he replies easily with a faint smile then he chuckles.

Louis lets out a burst of laughter, his face is now in frame, right next to Harry’s, which is relatively smaller in comparison. He is also without a shirt.