larry oneshots (english version)

You really like it, don't you?

"Come on, let me feel them one last time." Harry reaches forward to bury his fingers into Louis' caramel hair and pulls gently on a strand.

"Oi," Louis shouts out, cocking his brows in fake offence, then softly chuckles, coming closer to his boyfriend to get him a better access to his rather long hair.

"I'll miss them," Harry whispers. "And I'll miss pulling them when we..." he breathes in slightly shakily, seeming to wallow in memories.

Louis grins cheekily. "I know you will. Just like I missed that when you cut your beautiful curls off." He thinks back to the time where Harry was the one of them who needed a hair band to pull his hair together in a braid or men bun when he sucked Louis off. And now for some time Louis was the one who wore his hair longer, his fridge falling into his eyes when he looked down at Harry from above.

But since he doesn't like to pull them together like Harry always did, he decided to finally have a haircut at his favourite hairstylist and go back to his normal length.

He knows that Harry always liked his long hair. He has always loved Louis' hair and he has always loved to bury his fingers into it, feeling the soft strands on his fingertips. And with Louis' long hair he liked it even more, therefore he is accordingly sad that Louis wants to cut them short again.

"Harry, I really have to go now," Louis urges, trying to break free of Harry's touch. But the younger boy doesn't want to let him go.

"Let me go with you, yeah?" He asks, expectantly looking at Louis out of his big green eyes. His boyfriend smiles warmly.

"Yeah okay, if you want to come with me, you can come with me."

*

Two hours later they sit on the couch in their living room and Harry still can't get enough of his boyfriend's hair now that it's cut. He wanders through it at least every five minutes with his hands and Louis can't help but smile every single time Harry does it.

"You really like it, don't you?" He asks, looking up from his phone and turning towards Harry.

"Hm?" Harry asks back, sounding like Louis dragged him out of his thoughts.

"My hair, you fool! You haven't stopped touching it since we came here."