An One Direction One-Shot Collection! ♥

One-Shot #8: Missing (Larry) ♥

“Haz, where are you!”

Louis repeats himself over and over, paranoia having settled in when he had turned around to show Harry the funny toy he stumbled upon on one of the endless rows but the tall, curly-haired lad hadn’t been standing where he was only a few minutes before.

“Haz, this isn’t funny!” He says, panicking as he walked around the next hall to see if he’d been hiding.

He found the hall empty except for an old woman browsing the rows of napkins for what he could only expect was a specific brand.

“Um, hello?” He called out to the woman.

She looked up, startled by the voice.

“Yes? May I help you, young lad?”

Lous looked at her a little bit weirdly.

“Um, have you seen a teenage boy around this tall,” said Louis, raising his hand a few inches above his head to show Harry’s height, “chocolate brown curls and crystal green eyes around here?”

The woman seemed to be in deep thought trying to remember if she’d seen anyone fitting Louis’ description.

“I think I might’ve seen someone that looked like what you described. They went that way.” Said the woman, pointing to the hall behind her.

“Okay, thanks.” Louis threw behind his shoulder as he quickly walked down the hall.

'Restrooms' was all he came to.

Shrugging his shoulders, he entered the men’s bathroom and looked around.

No Harry here.

He walked out again and looked to the right and to the left before a dash of color caught his attention on the hall to the left.

Thinking that maybe Harry was playing a cheeky game of hide-and-scare-Louis, he thought he’d go down the hall, turn left and come behind him, scaring him instead.

“Boo!” He yelled, jumping around the corner.

That wasn’t Harry...

Two young brunette girls quickly turned around and their eyes immediately widened, excited shrieks escaping their mouths.

Uh-oh...

Speedily turning around, he began running to the front of the store. Forget Harry, he was not getting trampled by the brunettes and any other friends they may be with any time soon.

As he was nearing the front doors, past the first set of opposite rows, he felt a hand on his back and was strongly pulled by the back of his shirt.

“Ahh! Let go, please!” He yelled, flailing his arms around and trying to get free from the strong hold.

“Boo, shut up!” He heard a deep voice hiss near his ear.

“Imma let go but don’t run or anything; they’ll hear you and they’ll catch up to you.” He said, still very close to his ear.

“O-okay.” Said Louis, still out of breath.

Turning around, he came face to face with the one and only, Harry Styles.

“Where did you go? You left me alone, talking to myself, you bastard.” He hissed back, letting his small fists fall against Harry’s chest in painless punches.

“Aw, you’re cute.” Said Harry, an amused grin on his face, looking down at his significantly smaller boyfriend trying to be mad.

“Shut up! Just watch when we get home.” Louis retorted, trying to sound menacing.

“Ooh.” Harry winked at him.

“NOT what I meant.” Louis groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Well that’s too bad, totally ruined my good mood now.” Harry whined, feigning being disappointed.

“You’re impossible.” Louis snapped back, still rolling his eyes.

“Stop that, you’ll mess up your eyes.” Harry lowered his head so he was speaking into Louis’ neck.

He felt him shiver and he could only smirk.

“Harry, stop. There are fans on the lookout.” Louis said, voice cracking halfway through his sentence at the closeness of each other.

“All the better, boo.” Harry said, lingering his lips on his neck.

Louis didn’t even notice when Harry had placed his hands on his hips and pulled him in between his legs now that he was leaning on the counter behind him.

Harry continued kissing and sucking on Louis’ neck despite his wavering remarks.

“Haz, st-stop.” He tried again.

“Mmm.” Was all he got in response from Harry.

“I could’ve swore they were BOTH around here, somewhere.”

They both tensed up at the voice of a girl nearby.

Louis audibly groaned and Harry reluctantly pulled himself away from his neck, not before taking a good look at the various hickeys scattered on his soft neck.

Louis looked up at his cheeky boyfriend, glaring at him yet he knew he would always have his heart. He met his eyes, Harry seemingly smirking at him through them.

He sighed, knowing that look meant that he had some scarf and turtleneck-wearing to do ahead of him.

“Just watch when we get home, Styles.” Louis whispered to his looming boyfriend before snatching his hand and dragging him out of the store, checking that no one had seen them and failing at finding a way to hide the marks on his neck.

“That’s not much a threat, boo.” Harry laughed behind his Donny boyfriend, eyes glinting with admiration for the older, blue-eyed boy.

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Sooo, haii.

After a rather gloomy and depressing one-shot last weekend, I figured I'd indulge you all in some classic Larry Lovin' & A+ banter. c;

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