We'll be alright ➵ Larry Stylinson Oneshots

☾ - Against the World

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Summery:
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you"

"Me neither"

Or..

Louis and Harry talk about anything and everything when they're finally together for the night.

tags: #husband tings #snow #deep convo #hazza and lou #boobear #promises #theyre cute #cuddles #im lonely #i love it when they're in love

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"I can't wait for you to hear the album." Harry whispers into the still air. The car was a soft humming of admiration and silent words. No sounds or expressions were needed to be set free into the space, they knew each other better than their own existence.

"I can't wait to hear the album." Louis responds with a light chuckle. The sound waves ripping through the night and his own airy chest. And as the man let the English phrase escape his thin lips, he tightened gently on his grip of the others thigh. "You know, i have no doubt you won't get an award for it. Maybe album of the year."

The way the words rolled so casually off the older man's tongue made Harry laugh. It was soft and a quick outburst of oxygen from his nose. "Yeah right dummy, I've heard other songs from artists. Lizzo's is amazing. And Adele! Gosh...but thanks for having faith honey."

"No no I'm not fooling with you. I have no doubt! The things you write could be worthy for a Nobel Peace Prize and I don't even think that's how it's works!"

Another laugh bubbles from Harry's throat and his head gracefully hits the back of the seat. The simple sound of the joy-us erupting from the boy makes Louis smile and look over before peering his eyes back to the road.

"You idiot." He huffs lowly, his tone quiet and full of nothing but fond and love. The smile was still plastered on his cheeks and eyes as Harry shook his head to his husbands comment.

He turned his head back to rest against the cold glass. The sky was letting white speckled ice and water fall and escape from its grasp. Laying gently down onto the grass and turning the color of green to white. Harry always loved the snow, maybe not loved because he got cold quick, but it was beautiful to him. Despite the dark radius of the night, you could easily see the snowfall biting against the windows and covering the streets and buildings.

His mind wandered and his eyes drifted to a still shut. The car returned to the still humming, never turning awkwardly or uncomfortable. The love for the man driving was infinite— and that was a word he'd never used on anyone besides him.

The boundless of the single word was terrifying but also so realizing to the point that he felt so so free. The thought of him loving someone made his heart flutter and his stomach turn all at once. Harry decided everyday that he wanted to thank whoever was writing his story. Thank them for the loving nights of laying with Louis and the soft kisses and cuddles when Harry's own mind devoured the good thoughts he wished he always had replaying.

But at the same time, he wanted to yell at this writer. Yell loudly and cry when those days of seeing that one person forced to stay away and 'love' another. Love someone he barely knew. Yell at them when he was drowned and separated from Louis, told it was sinful to love another man.

He wanted so many things that he'd never have that were so close but so so far away.

This was good though, this was all he needed.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." And suddenly the silence was broken again. The raspy and thick accent filling the car and sinking somewhere warm in Harry's heart.