Larry Stylinson One Shots

Loving you for so long

💙💙 Louis 💙💙

Friday evening and I was standing in front of the wardrobe and couldn't find anything to wear. I was planning to go out today. Even though none of my friends were free, I didn't want to sit at home for another weekend. God, I was 27, single, Netflix subscriber, pizza lover, hated avocados, had a job and looked quite handsome. At least that's what I was often told, but I had no luck in love. Every time I met a man I fancied, he turned out to be a total douchebag. But I was getting tired of sitting alone on my couch and watching stupid romantic films. I wanted someone to hold me in their arms during these films and hand me a tissue when I needed to cry again. I would definitely meet someone today. That's what my gut told me.

I continued to stare at my wardrobe. But if I couldn't find anything to wear, I had to go naked. Preferably in the sauna. No, that had happened to me once and it was awful, to say the least. Okay, I really needed some company again. And always being the fifth wheel when my friends turned up with their partners wasn't much fun either. It was really annoying. The whole time they were making out for all I was worth and I just stood there looking embarrassed. There had to be a suitable partner for me somewhere in this world.

After a few different combinations of trousers and shirts and T-shirts, I decided on a pair of tight black jeans and my favourite shirt. My arsehole ex-boyfriend always said that the blue shirt made the blue of my eyes stand out even more. At least that was one thing we ever agreed on. I went into the bathroom and took another half an hour to get my hair into a decent shape. It was a little longer again and I styled it a little diagonally across my forehead and the rest criss-crossed over my head. Once I was happy with myself, I grabbed my keys and left my flat.

Tonight, a balmy breeze blew through Manhattan's urban canyons. I drifted down the street with the people who were also out for some fun and ended up in one of my favourite bars. It was a little extravagant as it was located on top of a tower block. The view was beautiful and if I was on my own, I didn't want to sit in a dark room. After all, my aim was to get to know someone and it was best not to do that in a dark hole.

I ordered a beer and looked around for suitable relationship material. One guy smiled at me, but he looked like he'd been bathing in pomade. He looked really slippery. I quickly averted my eyes so he wouldn't think I was interested in him. I didn't like turning other people down. I was too nice for that. I would probably spend the whole evening talking to him and constantly imagining him rubbing himself with this stuff at home. Oh God, I really should stop thinking about it.

I sipped my beer and saw a man standing by the railing. He had shoulder-length hair, wore a white shirt, was probably a little taller than me and... oh yes, he had a very tight bum. I watched him for a while to see if he was here alone. There was nothing worse than chatting someone up and then the girlfriend or boyfriend bursting in. But he could just turn round. Maybe he had a muddy eye or a huge wart on his nose, like a witch.

I waited a few minutes and didn't take my eyes off him. What the hell, I thought to myself. If I approached him and he wasn't interested, he would tell me. I hadn't gone out to sit alone at the bar now. I gave him a few words of encouragement and just as I was about to get up, he turned round and I lost my breath for a moment. I forgot to blink and stared at him. He was definitely the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I absolutely had to meet him. Unfortunately, the sight of him had put my legs out of action and I couldn't move them. Shit, there's no way. Suddenly he looked at me and tilted his head a little. I was still staring at him blatantly. It was simply not possible to take my eyes off him. He pushed himself off the railing and casually sauntered over to me. I swallowed and gasped for breath.
„Hey, is this place still free?", he asked, his voice pure music.
„Y-yes ...", I stuttered. He smiled and I was totally blown away. Had he just fallen from heaven?
„Hi, I'm Harry", he said, looking at me questioningly as I just nodded.
„Um, Louis, I am." He laughed and I realised that I was talking like Yoda. How marvellous. I mentally slapped my head, but I was suddenly unspeakably excited. Why did this idolatrously handsome man want to talk to me?
„Nice to meet you", he replied.