"Lovely." | L.S One Shot | ✔

Lovely

One Shot - Lovely

"Sometimes following your heart means loosing your mind."

Ship: Larry Style: Prose

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The pitter patter of the rain against the foggy window was the only sound echoing off the walls - besides Louis' shallow breathing. Harry pushed his body closer to the sleeping boy, running his fore finger down his bare spine and causing Louis to shudder in his sleep a bit. Harry left a soft kiss on the boys neck, pressing his lips to the heated skin and hearing Louis purr.

His long eyelashes fluttered open, the turquoise iris' bright in the pale moonlight and Harry's heart dropped. Harry hadn't actually meant to wake him, but he was kind of glad he could see his sleepy eyes flutter with tiredness, his small lips curve as he yawned and his bright shinning oceans as he turned on the bed and let his eyes roam over the boy infront of him.

Louis smiled, yawning tiredly and rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Hey love." He whispered, smiling lazily -- his face lighting up with awe as he watched the curly haired boy. Harry's eyes were wide and blazing with a passionate fire, forest green and so pure. His plump bottom lip trapped by his teeth, and those dimples as deep as moon craters. Louis' heart was aching with how beautiful Harry was, his hair falling down to his shoulders -- soft curls enveloping the silky ends.

"Hi Louis. I didn't mean to wake you." Harry blushed, biting harder on his lip -- causing a deep crimson to errupt in its wake but he didn't take his eyes away. He couldn't, and why would he want to when someone so beautiful was laying mere inches away from him.

"It's okay lovely, just c'mere." Louis said, still a bit dazed from sleep as Harry moved closer across the bed to where Louis was holding his tattooed arms opended and Harry couldn't help but sink into the warmth. "So warm." Louis murmered cutely, burying his head in Harry's hair and breathing in the smell of Apple shampoo. Louis couldn't deny that this was one of the best ways to be woken up.

"I couldn't sleep... so I just watched you." Harry murmered after a beautiful silence hung in the air, where only their small breaths could be heard and their bodies were so close -- heat errupted everywhere and butterflies were running ramped through Harry's belly.

"Aww." Louis' voice was a bit thick and raspy from sleep, but was still such a lovely sound to Harry's ears. He had moved just a bit, so that he was looking into Louis' bright eyes and starring at small thin lips -- preciously pink and slightly pouted.

Harry didn't have to think about it as he was leaning in and the feeling of soft lips and a warm tongue that tasted of vanilla would never get old to Harry. The kiss so slow, sensual and it left Harry feeling like he was floating. His eyes pricked with tears because, Louis was so perfect in every since of the word. He was special, he was bold -- he was a masterpiece, and he was all Harry's.

Louis' small hands were tangled in curls now, massaging his head so soflty and slightly pulling on the roots, harry sighing into his lips because he lived for this. He lived for quiet moments when he and Louis could just kiss in the dead of night -- when even the ocean had calmed to only hear the sounds of them.

"I love you." Harry whispered against cold lips, sighing into them as his lips molded to them. "... and I'm sorry." Harry slightly whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.

Louis only kissed him harder, his heart pounding and dipping into the tips of his toes; pulling back only to peck his plump lips once more before catching his breath.

"Why are you apologizing when you know there isn't a single thing I wouldn't do for you?" He wandered with curious turquoise eyes, running a small hand down Harry's cheek -- waiting to catch any crystal tears that might slip because angels shouldn't cry.