Hey guys, this is my first Larry Stylinson fanfic. I know I'm not the best writer in the world but I'm trying my best to make this fanfic, somehow good. I would really appreciate your honest opinions and any advice you have.
Also I hope you enjoy reading this.
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*4 days before the argument*
Harry's P.O.V
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. The September sun was shining brightly, I was forced to rolled over to the other side because of the bright light streaming through the window. Louis was lying next to me, I could hear the sound of his little snores escaping his mouth. I had to bite down on my lower lip to to prevent myself from laughing, he was so cute.
I'm so blessed to have someone like him in my life. Louis was talented, ambitious, charming, caring, funny, joyous, kind-hearted and most importantly he was mine. The list was never ending. I sometimes wonder why he's in love with someone like me? In comparison to him I'm no one. Louis always tells me how amazing I am at so many things and although I brush it off with tinged cheeks, I never really believe him.
I continued to look at his calm expression when suddenly he opened his eyes and looked back at me smiling weakly. His eyes were astonishing, they were as blue as the Pacific Ocean, so breathtaking.
"Good Morning Lou" I said softly before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Good Morning Hazza Bear" he mumbled with his raspy but sexy voice.
"How did you sleep? You still look tired babe, maybe you should go back to sleep for another hour or so?" I asked him gently. He began to shake his head and say
"You know I'm not a morning person, I'll go take a shower, I'm sure that'll make me feel better." as he pulled me towards him. I rested my head on his chest and could hear the safe sound of his heart beat but before I fell back asleep I got out of bed and turned to him.
"Why don't you rest in bed for another couple of minutes, I'll take a shower, dress myself and make you some breakfast? We have to be at the tattoo shop before 1pm." I said.
"Oh Harry you're such a cupcake, you're my everything." He whispered to my ear, this send a shiver down my spine.
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Louis P.O.V
I waited until the bathroom was free before getting up and heading to the shower. There's something so exhilarating about taking showers in the morning, it makes you feel like a new person. I got out the shower and I quickly dressed myself, shivering slightly as the cold air hit me. It was already after 10 am so I made my way to the kitchen and as I walked towards the kitchen I could hear Harry singing Uncover by Zara Larsson. That was our song, it fits our situation perfectly.
Quietly I sat on the stool and I watched Harry as he attempted to "dance". Harry is such a bad dancer, I lightly chuckled at how adorable he was. I don't think he heard me come in because when he turned around he got such a fright that he dropped the pan he was holding and screamed like a teenage girl watching a horror movie.
"Oh my god Louis, are you trying to scare me to death? Why did you not say anything when you came in?!" He asked, with a tinge of anger in his voice.
"I wanted to watch you shake that ass."
I gave him a little smirk which I don't think he liked because he pulled me off my stool, pushed me against the wall and started kissing me.
"Don't you ever dare do that again, you hear me Tomlinson?" He said and then bit my lower lip.
"Ouch, I hate you Styles." I joked and he just winked at me and went to pick up the pan, then he cooked a little bit more and after about 5 minutes breakfast was ready. Scrambled eggs, my favourite. "You're the best cook ever Harry" I said with my mouth full.
"I appreciate it but could you stop speaking with your mouth full? You know I hate it." He asked me, and I just nodded.
After breakfast Harry and I began to clean the kitchen but Harry thought it'd be a grand idea to start a water fight, which made the kitchen even more of a mess that it was. After about 20 minutes of intense cleaning we finally finished and went to watch tv. There were some entertainment reports on of me and Eleanor from the Topshop event we went to. I love Eleanor, but like a sister. She is very understanding and always helps me when I need her. As we watched some horrible reality show, Harry and I snuggled on our rather small couch and before we knew it, it was 12:30 which meant we had to be at the tattoo shop in 30 mins.
We rushed out the house hastily grabbing our things and arrived at the tattoo shop in just enough time, as I caught my breath my stomach started to squirm with nerves. It was my first tattoo and I didn't know what to expect. Harry was very excited to get these long awaited matching tattoos though, but he's had so many the pain is probably relaxing for him. He's such a tattooholic
Harry P.O.V
"Are you ready Boo?" I asked him. before heading for the door Louis walking closely behind me, I reached out for his hand but I retracted quickly reminding myself that we're in public and we're just "friends".
"Ready." He said, trying to sound confident but it came out more as a whisper . I could tell he was scared, he was shaking and looked like a little fragile puppy.
"Lou, if you don't want to get your tattoo, you don't have to. I don't want you to think that I'm forcing you or anything." I rubbed his back trying to comfort him.
"I want this tattoo, it's just I don't know what to expect, you know?" He explained.
"I'll hold your hand throughout the whole thing, I'll get mine done first so if you change your mind we can just leave, OK?" I said trying to calm him down.
"OK" he said pushinh the door open and walking in, I walked in after him and we started looking for our matching tattoo.
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Louis P.O.V
I wasn't as scared anymore, Harry was here with me and there's nothing to be scared of when he's here. We flipped through the books looking at all the different tattoos. There were so many to choose from, I began to lose hope that we would ever find something that we both would agree on but on the last page, there was a small tattoo that said Forever & Always with a infinity sign, we both looked at each other with knowing smiles on our faces, that was the one.
When we went to tell the tattoo artist that we finally made the decision he asked us if we're a couple, we had to play it off and say that we're best friends and that we wanted to get these to symbolize our friendship. The guy luckily believed our little story and as he walled away we both let out a sigh of relief.
Harry was the first one to get his and decided that he wanted to get it on his wrist. He sat there, wincing from time to time. It looked sore and I began to freak out even with Harry's constant reassurance. Harry gave me a puzzled look and I just smiled at him, mouthing "I'm fine".
After the guy finished Harry he turned to look at me expectantly, I swallowed a lump in my throat and looked towards Harry.
"Louis are you sure you want to get your tattoo done? If you don't we can go home." He asked me with a worried look.
"Harry stop asking me if I'm sure, yes I'm sure I want to get it, don't worry Hazz, I'll be fine." I said trying to assure Harry that I was okay. I decided to get my tattoo on my upper shoulder. I was told to lie down and Harry sat beside me holding my hand like he promised. I closed my eyes and as I felt the pain I screamed and Harry gripped my hand even harder, after a while I started to get used to the pain. Before I knew it, the guy finished and it was all done, as I looked at Harry's bright smile I knew all the pain and nerves were worth it.
We made our way home and we had realised it was already 6pm! We must've spent hours looking for our perfect tattoo. We were both happy with the tattoos though. Harry quickly made us some dinner as I got changed and picked a movie to watch for us. I settled on The Notebook, you can't beat a classic like that one. we snuggled and kissed whilst watching the movie emerged in happiness and contentment. Eventually we both fell asleep, arms tightly wrapped around each other with small smiles on our faces.
