Marry Christmas wish you Larry Stylinson- English

19. December- Ceilings

"Are you coming?", Louis said loudly, standing by the car. He was soaked with water by now, but he didn't look like he cared at all. Because he was smiling at Harry with such happiness, his face calm and his hand reaching out for his lover. 

Harry still stood at the doorway, putting on his shoes, and maybe admiring the beautiful mess that Louis was. He honestly felt like he was in some start of a movie. But he had  to go now, or Louis would end up being sick, and that would be really bad. So he quickly sprinted to Louis' car, getting in in a swift motion. 

Although it was only a ten minute- car ride, Harry connected his phone with the speaker of the car. His aim was, that he could drag their goodbyes a little bit out and he simply liked music. So he started to hum to some queen song, as Louis got in the car. He fondly smiled at Harry when he heard the old familiar music. 

"It's only ten minutes, love", Louis said, laughing quietly

"I know", Harry sighed with a pout on his face. He really didn't want this day to ever end.

Louis just smiled and put his hand on Harry's leg when he started driving. 

"You know, we'll see each other the day after tomorrow. And until then you'll send me a lot of texts, asking if i'd drink enough and if I knew where you can get the best shampoo, okay?", Louis said.

"Okay.", Harry replied now a bit happier. 

...

"We're here, Haz", Louis said. The thing was that Harry could see that they were there- he simply didn't want to go yet. Louis' presence was always so calming and relaxing, so he searched for an excuse.

"I need to wait until this song's finished.", he said. 

"Or you just could kiss me goodbye", Louis countered. And to that, Harry wouldn't say no, so he went to put his arms around Louis' neck, smiling. Before any lips touched, Harry turned the music a bit up. The vibe had to be it. 

And then they kissed, felt sparks lighting up their body. Harry could never get used to feeling like a teenager boy whenever he was with Louis. 

"I don't wanna goooo", he mumbled between kisses. Louis only smiled.d

"Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnngggg"

"Rrrrrrrriiiing Rrrrrriiiiinnnnggg"

And Harry awakened from his little daydream, still staring at the ceiling, wich was only moments ago a screen of imaginations. Full of Louis.

Louis, Louis, Louis

He couldn't get that name out of his head, no matter how hard he even tried. The boy was constantly fighting over the main place in his brain. And his heart. But Louis wasn't there, he was with his friends, the ones he really cared about. The ones he liked to go out with on a tuesday night, instead of hanging around at Harry's House. 

So, obviously he was sitting on his bed, a bowl of ice cream on the nightstand, making his ceiling his own TV and dreaming about Louis being his boyfriend. 

"Rrrriiiiiiinnnngggggg", his phone ringed once again. He sighed and then picked up.

"Hi?"

"Harry!", a cheery voice exclaimed into the speaker. 

"Oh. Hi, Lou. What is it?", Harry asked.

"I... wishyou... were, hicks, here right now."

That meant that Louis was drunk-calling Harry again. It's only happened a few times, but all of those did influence on Harry's feelings for Louis. But they never talked about it afterwards, Harry too shy and Louis probably regretting or forgetting it.