Larry one shots

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

Btw idk which kind of braid he's doing but just go w it I just needed a fuckin title I couldn't find one for the life of me

It was like any other lazy day for the young couple. Harry and Louis were sitting in their hotel room, Harry in between his husband's legs, while Louis braided his hair.

They were both quiet, harry giggling at random things he found on his phone every so often, and Louis fondly smiling down at him. He really adored Harry's long hair and kept playing with it every chance he got. It was just so curly and soft and fluffy; how could he resist?

Harry didn't mind though, at all. He loved getting his hair played with, it's soothing and stress-relieving. Just having someone massage your hair after a long day of concerts or interviews is the best feeling ever.

So, it's mutual, they haven't really discussed it.

Louis was really concentrated while braiding curly's hair. He wanted it to look good, obviously, because Harry with braids is one of the most amazing fucking looks on him. This is one of the times when having sisters comes in handy. He was their unpaid babysitter, being the eldest, and they always used to ask him to braid their hair while they played with their toys.

He kept his gaze, unblinking, on the top of Harry's head where he'd just started a second braid, and his tongue poked out in concentration. This was a very serious matter.

Suddenly, Harry cackled and his body shook with laughter, effectively messing up Louis' handywork.

"What the fuck, Harold!? You messed my braids up!" Louis groaned and tutted, while Harry was still cackling about something he saw on his phone.

"Sorry.." He said sheepishly, once he finished laughing, wiping his eyes. Still frowning, Louis patted his head and fixed some curls that were out of place. He turned his head to look up at Louis through his lashes, and made a puppy face that nobody in the whole universe can resist. So naturally, Louis cooed at him and tugged at a strand of his hair, twisting it between his fingers.

"It's okay, angel." He muttered, looking into his curly's eyes and making him blush furiously. Louis grinned at him and kissed the top of his head, resting his chin there.

"You're so cute." He mumbled into the mop of curls, and Harry giggled, hand coming up to stroke Louis' fingers gently, fingers lingering on the '28' tattoo. It put a smile on his face as memories of their wedding day appeared in flashes in his mind.

Louis turned his hand around and intertwined his fingers with Harry's, tightening his arms around his husband and sighing contently. He wishes this could be their everyday. Just laying in bed together and watching random TV shows on Netflix while they talk about anything and everything.

Cheesy, cliché, corny, but romantic.

He wishes they could show the world what they mean to each other, show their wedding rings off with pride, hold each other's hand bravely, kiss each other with that love in public, just be expressive about their love in general.

But, they can't. And Louis knows the day will come when they can do that, but one can only wait so much longer. He knows none of the struggles matter when he gets to love his Harry, but the longing to show him off to the public and put an end to those bloody rumours and media accusations is like a perpetually burning fire in his heart.

He craves to express his love for Harry and he craves to tell all the fans and the media that everything they write about them is wrong. That he loves harry and Harry loves him and everything else is bullshit.