Larry Stylinson One Shots

Home

Louis hated his family's house. He didn't like calling it home. It wasn't home to him. Home was supposed to make you feel safe. The people at home are supposed to make you cared for and loved.

Hearing a vase shatter downstairs, he flinched and curled up a little tighter in bed. He pressed his pillow to his ear, hoping to muffle the loud noises from the living room. To him, there was nothing worse than his parents in a bad mood.

When another crash sounded, Louis had enough. He got out of bed and grabbed his phone from the charger, stuffing it into his pocket. He grabbed a pen, scribbled a note on a piece of paper, telling his parents where he was going and then he pushed his window open and climbed a branch of the tree in front of the window, carefully making his way down its trunk.

Praying that his parents wouldn't see him, he left their property and started running. He knew where he was going. Harry's apartment. He felt safe there. Harry was safe, Harry cared for him.

Louis only stopped running when he had reached the apartment building. Out of breath, he rang the doorbell and waited until Harry buzzed the door open. It took about two minutes and Louis was grateful when he was finally able to enter.

Getting up two flights of stairs, Louis stopped in front of the apartment with the number 6 on its door and knocked frantically.

"Who's there?" Harry asked and Louis smiled a little.

"It's Louis, Haz", he said and then heard Harry unlock the door before it swung open revealing the younger man. He was dressed in black sweats and a grey hoodie.

"Hey baby", he greeted with a kiss to Louis' forehead, "what're you doing here so late? Bad at home again?" He asked and Louis only nodded. Harry pulled the older into his apartment and wrapped his arm around Louis' shoulders.

"Yeah. Sorry if I was interrupting something", he said and Harry immediately shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, love. You know I'm here for you. I told you to come over if things are bad again." Louis smiled and thanked Harry again.

"Stop thanking me, Lou. I'm here for you", Harry said and squeezed Louis a little tighter. Then, he led the older to his bedroom and handed him one of his hoodies and a pair of sweatpants.

Louis smiled in response and gratefully took the clothes. Not bothering to go to the bathroom, he simply changed in Harry's bedroom and placed his other clothes on the cupboard Harry had in his bedroom.

When he turned around again, Harry was already lying in bed, opening his arms when Louis turned to him. The latter wasted not time walking over to the bed and cuddling up to Harry, who wrapped his arms and the blanket tightly around Louis.

"Thanks Hazza", Louis whispered and Harry pressed a kiss to his hair in response.

"How do you wanna sleep?" Harry asked and Louis took a minute to respond.

"Like this, please. I just need you close", Louis requested and Harry agreed immediately.

"Wanna talk about anything?" Harry continued to ask and Louis swallowed.

"Not yet", he said and Harry nodded.

"'Kay. Sleep now, Lou. You must be tired. I love you", Harry told him and Louis scooted even closer to him.

"I love you too", Louis then said and Harry wrapped his arms even tighter around Louis. The older quickly fell asleep after that and Harry soon did as well.

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In the morning, Louis woke up with his head on Harry's chest. He smiled and snuggled closer to his younger boyfriend, enjoying the silence and peace.