A book of Harry and Louis one-shots! Some of them are AU, some aren't, most are inspired by iconic Larry moments.
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MATURE CONTENT WARNING; stories may include alcohol, drugs, sex scenes
trigger warnings are included prior to each chapter where nec...
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Harry had always been an organised person, his entire life really. He always showed up on time, if not early, always had what he needed with him, always completed his long (and "unnecessary" as one person called it) morning routine, and he never got in trouble for ignoring the schedule.
This morning though, he couldn't care less about all that. Not when he had a sleepy Louis in his arms.
Harry had woken up half an hour ago to Louis quietly whimpering in his sleep. His eyebrows were furrowed and the left corner of his mouth was slightly down turned. While they had fallen asleep tangled up together, something that happens every night, they had separated at some point. Probably because neither of them could figure out how to turn the air conditioning on in this stupid hotel room and it was unnaturally warm for this time of year. But after seeing Louis disgruntled in his sleep, Harry didn't care about the heat. He scooted closer to Louis and wound his arms around him.
Louis slept peacefully after that.
Harry could see that the sun was slowly rising through the small crack in the curtains but he refused to check the time. He didn't want to know how long was left before their alarm went off, he just wanted to hold his boy.
Louis had always had this effect on Harry. Always had the ability to make Harry not care about the carefully planned schedules and time sheets that management would hand them each day. Harry just wanted to spend time with Louis and he didn't care what the consequences were...well obviously that wasn't completely true but being with Louis made all the consequences worth it.
The pair had been together officially for almost two years now and they both knew it was a forever thing. Everyone knew. Niall used to pretend that they were disgusting when they first became a couple ("So much fucking snogging, it's fucking filthy!" Niall complained almost daily) but now he is their biggest supporter.
Whenever the weight of the job becomes too heavy or whenever having to keep it a secret makes them feel like they're going to explode, they turn to Niall and he manages to talk them through it. Louis thinks he could have been a therapist in another life. Harry thinks he's far too talkative to be stuck in a job where all he gets to do is listen.
Harry closed his eyes as his fingers lightly grazed up and down Louis' forearm. He traced the rope tattoo with his index finger, the shape memorised in his mind. The memory of the two of them getting the matching anchor and rope tattoo brought a smile to his face. He sighed happily and hugged Louis tighter to his chest.
He could faintly hear the sound of cars driving past outside and children splashing around in the hotel pool. The sun had gotten brighter and light was flooding through the curtains, begging to enter the room. He knew they would have to get up in only a few more minutes but he didn't care. He quickly released Louis from his hold and reached over to get his phone, turning off the 8AM alarm he had set and putting his phone on silent.
