Larry Oneshots

You and I

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A/N: Based off of Ingrid Michaelson's song. I didn't include the second and third chorus in the end since it just repeats the "lets get rich" part. It's not the full song but all the lyrics are there. Also, smut warning!

Don't you worry, there my honey
We might not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills

HARRY POV
Louis opened the door to our new apartment. It's very small, all we can afford but that's okay.

"I hope you like it, Haz. I know it's not much-"

I cut him off with a kiss on his lips. "Don't you worry, there my honey. We might not have any money but we've got our love to pay the bills. Now show me around our magnificent palace."

He smiles at me and grabs my hand. "Well here's your kitchen. I'm already picturing the delightful meals you'll make us."

The kitchen is just big enough for us to fit in it along with the appliances. There's a beat up looking fridge along the one wall and Louis seemed to have stuck some random magnets on it as well as a few pictures. There's cabinets and countertops, all worn down. A small microwave and an oven with a rusting stove top that looks like it only has one working burner. A small pantry cabinet is sat against one of the walls. It has a broken latch and I can see Louis has already put some food inside.

"No cooking for you, Mr. Tomlinson?"

"None at all. That's your job, my love. Now if you'll follow me over here, we have the living room. With my piece of shit couch and shitty tv and dvd player but your lovely art and books and bookshelves. A lovely mix of us."

"I like your piece of shit couch and your shitty dvd player and tv. It's very you."

He lets out a loud laugh and pulls me into a kiss. "Continuing, Mr. Styles. Down this flawless hallway,"

the hallway really isn't flawless, it's tiny and there's cracks in the floors but Louis has hung my art, rather crookedly mind you, on the walls and it's our kind of flawless. He continues,

"And through this door is our bathroom. I've even put our stuff in the cabinets and our toothbrushes in the holder. Blue for me and green for you."

The bathroom is small, with cracked tiles and bathtub/shower with a fabric curtain surrounding it. The sink is small, but it's just big enough for us to share. The mirror is unbroken, thankfully, and all the cabinets seem to be in okay condition. Louis tugs on my hand again, pulling me out of the room.

"And this right here, my darling, is the master suite."

He throws the door open to reveal our bedroom, a full bed and a dresser are about all that fit. There's windows on one wall and a closet on the other. Photographs of me and Lou take up the top of the dresser, scattered around a small lamp and a dish holding the few rings I own as well as a paper airplane necklace Louis got me for my birthday last year. There's a few other photos scattered around the walls and a pride flag hung above the bed. And, yeah, it may be small, but it's us.

"I love it, Lou. It's perfect."

"Really!?" His face lights up like the sun.

"Really." I smile.

Maybe I think you're cute and funny,
Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you,
If you know what I mean

LOUIS POV
I walk into mine and Harry's shared apartment after a long day at work. I find him lying on the couch, fast asleep. I smile softly, thinking to myself, my cute little baby. He shifts a bit in his sleep, his face contorting, making a funny look appear. I stifle a giggle.