Larry Oneshots

Little things☕️

Context:

It is early 2011, Larry haven't been dating for long yet and Harry is very insecure, mostly about his looks - the hateful comments on YouTube and Twitter only making it worse. Louis tells him everyday how beautiful he is, but when that doesn't seem to help, he writes a song.

It's really sappy, but cute I guess

~1400 words (a lot of lyrics though)

*<3*

Louis had been out with Niall to get some Nando's (the Irish lad had whined all day about how he hadn't gotten any in almost a month because they had so much work to do), but Harry had stayed at Princess Park because he said he was tired.

Now, Louis was returning home, quickly kicking his shoes off and racing through the living room to give his boyfriend the spicy chicken wings he brought with him because he knew he loved them.

"Haz?" He called out. No response. Usually, Harry would always greet him instantly, often even hug him like they hadn't seen eachother in days. 'Maybe he's asleep, he said he was tired after all' Louis figured.

He placed the box of chicken wings on the kitchen counter and made his way towards their shared bedroom. Just as he was about to quietly open the door in order to not wake Harry up, he heard muffled sniffling coming from inside.

His heart clenched and he quickly opened the door and stepped inside, just to find his curly headed boyfriend curled up in a ball on the bed, tears streaming down his face.

As soon as he spotted Louis in the door frame, the younger boy tried to hurriedly wipe his tears and hid his face in the duvet embarrassedly.

Louis ran towards him, wrapping him in his arms - one hand cradling his curly head to his chest, the other gripping his small waist tightly. At first, Harry tried to squirm out of his grip, but after a moment he gave in and returned the embrace, crying into Louis' chest.

Louis waited until Harry had calmed down a little, then he tried to talk to him in a soothing voice.

"Haz, love, what's wrong? Is there anything I can do?"

"N-no, you can't do anything" Harry sniffled.

"Why, what is it?"

"Nothing, it's stupid" He tried to squirm away from him again.

"Haz, no, if it makes you cry it isn't stupid. Tell me, so I can at least understand what's going on"

Harry sighed. "I was watching the video they released of our last perfomance a-and I didn't know what to expect, I just wanted to see what people thought, but there was - there was so much hate, Lou, they all said how I was ugly and c-couldn't even sing and shouldn't be in the band and the worst part is that I know they're right!"

Hearing that almost broke Louis' heart. How could anyone not see how perfect Harry was, especially Harry himself?

Louis softly but firmly cupped Harry's jaw to make him look him in the eyes. Blue met green. "Harry, I have no idea how anyone doesn't realize how perfect you are. You are so fucking beautiful and kind and amazing, your voice is amazing too and it gets even better everyday, but there will always be idiots who find it funny to cause other people pain. Truth is, they're just insecure and perfectly aware of the fact that they'll never be as amazing as you are. What breaks my heart though is that you believe them. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, Haz"

Harry's eyes were tearing up again, but a small smile had formed on his lips. Then his gaze dropped to the floor again and he mumbled "I just can't help it, whenever I look into the mirror, I just don't see how you can think I'm that pretty, Lou" His face was all sad again.

Louis looked at him for a moment then he said "I'll show you why I think that. Some of a million reasons at least. Stay, I'll be right back" With those words, he raced out of the room, leaving a confused Harry.

Just moments later he came back with a guitar in his hand and sat down on the floor in front of Harry.

"Last time when you were picking yourself apart and I failed to make you understand with just words how beautiful you are, I wrote a song to show you."

Harry's expression changed from sad to shocked and he was staring at Louis with wide eyes. Before he could say or do anything, Louis started softly strumming his guitar, then singing along.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this mind, it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots, with the dimples in your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me"

Louis glanced at Harry before concentrating on his guitar again, and when he saw new tears streaming down Harry's face he almost got up to wipe them away, but he knew he had to finish this.

"I know you've never loved
The crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly"

Harry just let the tears stream down his face, feeling too many emotions at once. But mainly it was awe and love, he hadn't expected something like this at all.

"I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do, it's you
Oh, it's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you
And all these little things"

By now, Harry was a crying mess. Louis silently prayed that it was happy tears.

"You can't go to bed without a cup of tea
And maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me"

He smiled while singing, all the memories of Harry and his daily evening tea playing through his head.

"I know you never loved the sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much you weight
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
But you're perfect to me"

He cast another especially deep glance towards Harry to emphasise the 'perfect'.

"I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it's true, it's you
It's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you
And all these little things"

Harry had calmed down a little and got lost in the melody, paying special attention to the lyrics still.

"You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you
And you'll never treat yourself right darling, but I want you to
If I let you know, I'm here for you
Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh"

That was the most heartfelt part of the entire song for Louis and he had to concentrate in order to not let a tear slip himself.

"And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth
'Cause it's you, oh, it's you
It's you, they add up to
And I'm in love with you
And all these little things
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it's true, it's you
It's you, they add up to
I'm in love with you
And all your little things"

He ended the song with one last strum of his guitar before putting the instrument aside and turning to face Harry, but the curly lad had already thrown himself into Louis' arms. He was crying again, but when he pulled away a bit to look at Louis, a bright dimpled smile lit up his face.

"There they are, those dimples I love so much!" Louis poked at Harry's dimples, making the curly headed boy giggle. Then the latter turned a bit more serious and looked deep into Louis' eyes. "I honestly don't even know what to say, Lou, thank you so so much. This song is so incredibly beautiful and I just can't believe I'm the one you wrote it for. I love you"

"I love you more. And there couldn't ever be anyone else I'd write that for, remember that"

Harry beamed and captured Louis' lips in a kiss that said more than a thousand words.