Larry Stylinson One Shots

Anchored By You

Louis's POV:

I jolted awake as my nightmare came to an abrupt end. Sitting up against the headboard, I tried to catch my breath, placing a hand on my chest to calm myself down.

I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to erase the terrible memory of Harry leaving me in my dream. Quiet sobs wracked my body, the sound echoing painfully in the quiet room.

I felt Harry stir beside me, then his comforting arms wrapped around me. I snuggled into him, crying into his shirt as my body shook.

He spoke in a soothing, groggy tone. "It's okay, baby. Shhh. I've got you," he murmured, cradling me gently.

"I-I'm sorry for being such a baby," I whispered, slightly embarrassed. He shook his head, cuddling me closer. "No, no, honey. You're perfectly valid for whatever you're feeling," he said softly.

I nodded, smiling as he started telling silly jokes to cheer me up—and succeeding. I laughed into his chest as he made some cheesy jokes, then leaned up to kiss him softly.

He kissed back, smiling into the kiss as he cradled my face. When I pulled back, he tried to chase my lips, and I playfully swatted at him.

We laughed, caught up in each other's antics, then settled back into cuddling and kissing, snuggling close as if we'd been apart for decades and would never let go again.

As the minutes passed, our laughter quieted, replaced by a comfortable silence. We lay there, entwined, as Harry's fingers gently combed through my hair, his steady breaths lulling me into a calm I hadn't felt in ages. I hadn't realized just how deeply his presence could affect me until that moment, how he seemed to chase away every shadow.

Eventually, he broke the silence, his voice a soft whisper in the dark. "You know... I can't imagine my life without you." His words were raw, genuine, and they made my heart flutter in my chest.

I reached up, brushing my fingers along his jaw. "I can't imagine mine without you either, H," I replied, and it felt like a promise—a quiet vow between us that, no matter what happened, we'd always have each other.

With one last soft kiss, I nestled back against him, letting my eyes drift shut. Wrapped in his arms, I felt safe, cherished, and deeply loved, all of my fears melting away as I sank into a peaceful sleep, knowing that this was exactly where I was meant to be.

"I love you so much, Lou," he said peacefully.

"I love you too, H," I replied, giving him one more soft kiss before snuggling back into him, drifting into a peaceful sleep. God, I was so smitten with this boy.

From an outside perspective, we probably looked like two lovesick puppies—but in reality, that's exactly what we were.