Larry Stylinson | Fanfics

Take Me Home

written by: morrrningmist

Summary:

After a very long tour the boys are finally on their way home!

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Nine months.
Nine fucking months.
Harry can hardly remember what it's like not to be on tour anymore. Not to wake up in one hotel room after another. To not be scheduled 20 out of 24 hours. Getting the sleep out properly. Oh god, it sounds too good to be true!
Only a few hours left and then he will be in his own bed, in his own house, in the relative silence that is London's night music.
He will be there and no one will call him. No alarm will wake him after a few measly hours. No security team will want to throw him out because they need to "clear the room" and no one will be knocking on the door to "just see if he needs anything."
Harry does not need anything right now.
Nothing at all.

The phone vibrates in his pocket and reminds him that he forgot to turn it off when he boarded the plane.
With deft fingers he presses the code to unlock the screen.
A smile spreads immediately on his face and he reads with amusement the message that shines on the screen. For there is something, or rather someone he needs now.

From LT: I'm up in the air! Where are you? The stewardess looks like Frankenstein's monster and I am boooored out of my mind!

Typically Louis. Five minutes alone and he is already restless. Sometimes Harry wonders how he even puts up with that boy.
Something grabs his heart when he thinks of the tousled hair and alert eyes. How does he stand it? As if the answer is not the most obvious thing in the world.
Because it's Louis. No other explanation needed and he writes a quick message back.

To LT: Checking out now! Must turn off the phone. Will be returning soon. Do not look at the monster. Think of me instead! ;-)

He presses send and puts the phone in airplane mode.
The pilot and flight attendant starts talking and he listens with half an ear on the safety precautions they rattle through.
It's a very small plane and the only once on it is Harry and some staff from Modest he can't quite remember the name of. Pretty new, he believes, anyway.
The rest of the lads are already on their way home. Louis alone as well and the others are together in a third plane, and Harry is still a bit annoyed that they had to go alone. Paul tried to explain why. Something with security and pappz. But he really didn't listen.
Some things were just as they were, and as long as he got to come home soon he wasn't complaining.

The small plane revving up the engines and he is pushed against the seat as it quickly picks up speed. The small suction in the stomach and then lift off. The city lights look like little glowing pinheads on a map beneath him and he closes his eyes for a while as they rise higher and higher.

A small tinkle from panel above tells him that they are now on the right marsh elevation and that it is ok to take off the seatbelts and put on the cell phone again.
As soon as he unlocks the key lock, it vibrates in his hand.
Louis has obviously responded.

From LT: Think of you? Why would I ever think of you? Why Harry Styles would I think of you and your body? Why o why would little ol' me think of your body and what is does to me? Why? That is the question as I am waiting for you to turn on your phone again! ;-)

The corners of his mouth are automatically drawn upwards when he swiftly finds the right letters to reply.

To LT: Airborne! Phone's on, obviously!! =P Louis honey, you are going to think of me for the same reasons as always.... Because it is what your body desires. And don't think for a moment that I don't know what is craves. It belongs to me and you know it!

The answer comes within the minute.

From LT: Harry! I'm thinking! And so does my body apparently! And I am going to have to ask Frankenstein's Monster for a blanket cause it's starting to show! o.O