Larry Stylinson One Shots

Warmth And Waffles

Harry's POV:

I wake up to faint kisses all over my face, light acts of affection. Subconsciously, I snuggle further into what I know is Louis, wrapping my arms around him.

I wake up slowly, nuzzling into his neck. He chuckles softly, whispering in my ear. "Good morning, love," he whispers. I smile against his skin, a faint blush coating my cheeks.

We lay there for a while, cuddling and talking in hushed voices about anything from what we're gonna have for breakfast all the way to which one of us would get arrested first.

At one point, Louis leans down and kisses me, softly but deeply, holding my face in his hands. I reciprocate the kiss, running my hands down his bare back.

We kiss languidly, a soft whimper coming from me as he licks into my mouth. He turns us so I'm pressed against the mattress, his body hovering over me.

We stay like that for a while, basking in the rare luxury of having this free time, as both of us are famous pop stars, constantly on the move.

We roll to the side and—all of a sudden—we're on the floor. We both look at each other before bursting out laughing. We just fell off the bed.

"Hi," I whisper, giggling softly. "Hi," he says back, smirking as his lips turn into a V. "I'm hungry, Haz," he says, nuzzling into my chest. "Want me to make pancakes?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

He looks up, "Will you?" he asks excitedly. "Of course, love," I say, as we get up. I throw on a pair of checkered black-and-white PJ pants, and he puts on some boxers. Then one of my hoodies.

He looks so adorable in my clothes that I can't contain myself as I walk over to him and pick him up, throwing him over my shoulder as I walk to the kitchen.

He giggles loudly, kicking his feet as he laughs. "Hazza! Put me down!" he squeals.

I shake my head with fondness as I put him down on the kitchen counter, crowding in between his legs. He wraps his arms around my neck as I kiss him.

We pull apart, and he pouts adorably. I give him one last peck on the lips as I go to the stove and grab a pan, as well as all the ingredients I need.

I start cooking as he sits on the counter, swinging his legs impatiently. God, he's so adorable.

I finish cooking and put plates on the table. Before he can try to jump down, I pick him up and walk him over to the table as he wraps his legs around me. He's just so cuddly and soft that I try to hold and carry him as much as possible.

He laughs as I set him down, and we sit down, enjoying our meal as we talk about everything and nothing.