It Happened like a Firefly's Light (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

Harry looked down at his fingers sprawled out over his guitar neck, making sure they were each on the fret they needed to be as his right hand picked at the strings. His eyes focused on what he was doing like they had been all morning.

Around 4 am he had one of his "need to get into the studio now" moments and managed to detangle his limbs from Louis', the older lad softly snoring to himself as Harry pulled a pair of shorts on and tiptoed out of the room. But because he had had gone to the studio he had a song written and now that he just had to record it Harry placed his guitar down, and just as he was about to get up and go back to Louis he felt a strong pair of arms wrap around him.

"Goodmorning love."

Harry smiled to himself as he heard the older lad and felt him press his lips to his neck. He turned himself around in Louis' arms, resting his hands on his waist and seeing him wearing a pair of his shorts and his hair everywhere

"I was hoping to wake up next to you, what happened? Is everything okay?" Louis asked, running his hands down Harry's bare shoulder until they rested on his biceps.

"Everythings great," Harry said through a soft smile. "I'm sorry, I was just about to go back to the room, but I came in here last night cause I had an idea for a song and I guess I just lost track of time."

Louis raised his eyebrows at him, a small grin reaching his lips as he squeezed his arms gently. "Wanna show it to me?" he asked.

Harry bit his lip but nodded anyway. Louis already knew how he felt, it wasn't a big deal if he listened to the song. "Sure, uhm here you can uh, just read them while I sing of you want," he said, passing the older lad his lyrics.

"Firefly," Louis read off the top of the page, his grin widening. "This better be about me since you left me this morning," he teased, pulling up a stool and sitting next to the younger lad.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes and say of course it was about him, but instead he just reached for his guitar and settled it on his leg before placing his hands where they needed to be. And as he started playing, his fingers picking at the strings in a smooth rhythm he felt Louis' eyes locked on him.

The older lad had the paper in his hands, but refusing to look at it as he was just focusing on Harry, listening to what he was singing and playing. And the further he got into it the more Louis was smiling, the harder he was trying to keep back a blush.

But Harry saw it spread across the older lad's face, saw him biting his lip and ducking his head. And just at that Harry felt his own cheeks heating up as he sang and finished playing out the song.

It was quiet for a moment after he was done. Harry just placed his guitar in it's stand before chancing a glance over at Louis, only to find the older lad crowding into his space and then cupping his cheeks between his hands.

Harry melted into the kiss, thinking that he would never get used to the feeling of Louis' mouth on his own. Would never get used to his thin, soft lips pressing against his, their noses bumping together and the deep breaths exchanged between them as he was in the older lad's arms.

"So do you two wanna tell me how you're not sleeping together again?"

Harry and Louis broke apart, the older lad nearly jumping a foot away from him as they looked towards the door and saw Niall leaning against it with raised eyebrows and his arms crossed over his chest.

But then Harry's eyes shifted to the person next to him. "...Gemma?" he asked surprised, but more so confused.

"You're sleeping with the songwriter?!"