Larry Stylinson One Shots

Selfies And Snuggles

The tour bus was unusually quiet. Most of the boys had found their own corners, occupied with whatever they could to pass the time, but not Harry and Louis. Today was their free day, and they were both basking in the rare quiet moment. Louis was stretched out on the couch, legs tangled with Harry's, both of them sipping on iced coffee and snacking on chocolate.

Louis nudged Harry with his knee, a playful glint in his eyes. "Baby," he said in a sing-song voice, "You know what you need?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, trying to act nonchalant, but he could already tell from the mischievous sparkle in Louis's eyes that something was about to go down. "What's that, love?"

Louis didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed his phone from the table, tapping the screen until the camera app popped up. "You, love, need to take more selfies."

Harry groaned dramatically, trying to swat Louis's hand away. "Louis, please, no selfies today, I'm not in the mood."

"Oh, you're always in the mood for selfies," Louis teased, wiggling his eyebrows. "Trust me, the world deserves to see you looking this cute." He aimed the phone at Harry's face, and without warning, snapped a picture.

Harry blinked, caught off guard. He looked at the screen, his face all flushed and mid-laugh, and Louis grinned at the result. "See? Cute. You're welcome."

"Louis, stop—" Harry groaned, but his protests were weak. He could never say no to Louis, not with that cheeky smile.

But Louis wasn't done yet. "One more, love. I promise, just one more." His voice softened, and before Harry could respond, Louis scooted closer, until their shoulders were brushing. Louis aimed the camera at both of them this time, leaning his head against Harry's.

"Okay," Louis said, his voice low and a little too sweet for Harry to resist. "Smile."

Harry, trying to keep a straight face, gave in, the corners of his lips twitching. Louis nudged him again, and before Harry knew it, he was giggling uncontrollably. He couldn't help it. Louis's infectious energy always made him laugh, and now, Louis was trying to hold the camera steady while they both cracked up.

"Come on, baby, we're so cute," Louis said, pulling Harry closer, his fingers brushing through Harry's curls. The warmth of Louis's touch made Harry's heart flutter.

Finally, the giggles settled down, and Harry was left with a soft, loving smile as Louis held the phone up. The two of them snuggled closer, Louis's arm around Harry's shoulders, their faces pressed together as they both smiled into the camera.

"Perfect," Louis whispered, taking the shot. "I think this one's the keeper."

Harry leaned back into the couch, feeling the warmth of Louis's presence. "Okay, okay, I'll admit it. We're cute. But only because you're cute, baby."

Louis laughed, brushing his lips against Harry's cheek. "I know, love. I know."

Harry pulled away just enough to glance at the phone screen, only to see the photo of them both, faces pressed together, smiles so big it was hard to ignore the joy that radiated off of them. "I look ridiculous," Harry muttered, but his voice was teasing, affectionate.

Louis grinned, flicking through a few more photos. "You don't look ridiculous, you look perfect."

"Not true," Harry said, rolling his eyes, though his heart was melting at Louis's compliments.

Louis leaned in again, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek, then a kiss to his lips. "I think we need one more," he murmured, his lips lingering on Harry's for just a moment longer than expected.

"No more, Louis," Harry giggled, but he wasn't even trying to pull away anymore. He kissed Louis back, his lips curving into a smile as Louis wrapped an arm around him tighter, pulling him close.

"Please?" Louis begged, his voice so soft Harry almost didn't recognize him. "One more, baby. I swear it'll be the last one."

Harry laughed, playfully nudging Louis. "You're impossible," he said, but his hands were already finding their way to Louis's waist, and his heart was racing a little faster. "Fine. But only because I love you."

Louis's face lit up, and he kissed Harry again, his lips brushing softly over Harry's. "I love you too, baby. Now—" he pulled back just a little to capture the moment, "—let's get the perfect shot."

As they took one more selfie, both their faces a little flushed from the closeness, their giggles filled the bus. It was moments like these, with nothing but laughter and love surrounding them, that made all the craziness of their life on the road feel so worth it.

"Alright," Louis said, finally putting his phone down. "That's enough selfies for the day. Let's just... hang out for a while. No cameras. Just us."

Harry leaned into Louis, resting his head on his shoulder. "Sounds perfect."

And just like that, they forgot about the photos and the fans and the world outside. For once, there was just the two of them, in the bubble they had built together.