Moments that last a life time. (Larry Stylinson one shot.)

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Harry sighed quietly, opening his eyes to see the sun peeking through his curtains, smiling to himself as he felt steady breathing on his neck. His eyes wandered down to the sleeping figure next to him, taking in the sight. He looked quite beautiful like this, Harry thought to himself. His eyes closed and his face relaxed. Louis was truly easy on the eyes. It wasn't every day that they got to wake up in each other's arms or spend the day together, so Harry had decided he was going to make the best out of their day off; and what better way to do that, than to be with your boyfriend?

He slowly moved down on the bed, careful not wake Louis up until his face was leveled with his, smiling as his eyes roamed over the soft features of Louis' angelic face. He found himself leaning in, and he didn't stop himself, slowly but surely pressing his lips against Louis' for a tender kiss.

Louis opened his eyes as he felt a pressure on his lips and he closed them as soon as he noticed that Harry was kissing him, melting into the kiss and sneaking his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer if it was possible and then tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss for a few more seconds before pulling away, a soft smile on his face that made his eyes crinkle in the most adorable of ways. Damn Louis and his beauty. "Morning Hazza," He spoke softly, his voice still heavy with sleep as he looked at him, blinking slowly. Louis loved these mornings where he could wake up in his lovers' arms and do what ever they pleased all day. Not having to fake anything. It was just what felt right.

"Good morning Lou, how'd you sleep?" Harry asked, raising a hand to brush the fringe out of Louis' eyes, smiling at him as well. It was hard not to smile back at Louis, because everything about him just made you feel bubbly and happy on the inside even if you didn't want to feel that. It was just how Louis Tomlinson was, and lucky for Harry, he got to see him every day and git to call him his. Indoors, that is. But Harry was okay with that. He was willing to wait for Louis, wait until the time was right.

"Pretty good actually," Louis giggled. Yes, Louis. A twenty-one year old giggled like a school girl and it sounded completely adorable. "How about you Bebz?" He asked, and Harry chuckled, deciding that Louis had definitely had spent way too much time with Zayn if he was already saying 'bebz'.

"Really good," Harry said, closing his eyes and moving a hand over his mouth as a yawn took over his features, his eyes watering slightly. He blinked slowly once he'd finished yawning and he looked at Louis with a look of pure adoration and love, because that's how he felt for Louis. "I was thinking we could stay inside today, cuddle, watch movies, all of that," Harry smiled at Louis, feeling his heart flutter at the sight of Louis looking completely dazed.

"That sounds perfect Hazz.... Couldn't think if a better way to spend it," Louis said, his tone quiet as he curled closer to Harry, feeling strong arms wrap around his waist before he felt himself being picked up, quickly clinging onto Harry as if he were a koala who didn't want to fall down the tree.

Harry chuckled, keeping his arms wrapped around Louis tightly as he walked out if their room and downstairs, thinking of what he could cook them for breakfast, knowing there was nothing that Louis liked more than home cooked meals, even though Louis was shit at cooking. "Does bacon and scrambled eggs sound good?" Harry asked, holding Louis closer if it were possible and walking into the kitchen, slowly setting Louis on top of the counter and waiting for his response.

Louis nodded almost instantly, mouth watering at the idea. It had been at least a month since Harry had cooked fir him, and Louis missed it way much than he would admit to Harry and even himself. "That sounds delicious Harry," Louis grinned, swinging his feet against the counter as he smiled at Harry, watching him move around the kitchen and grabbing what would be necessary for their breakfast.

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