My Favourite Piece Of You [Larry Stylinson Oneshot]

Harry sat on the sofa in the living room of his and Louis' shared apartment, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt. There was something he really wanted to tell his boyfriend, yet he was afraid of doing it, and he didn't know why.

It wasn't about something he'd done. It wasn't about something he'd said. It was about something he wanted to do. Something quite big, stupid, and utterly ridiculous, yet he wanted to do it with all his heart.

His heart rate quickened as he heard the unmistakable footsteps of the other boy from down the hallway, coming closer.

"Hey babe." He chirped as he walked into the living room, walking round the sofa and pulling open a draw in the cabinet, rummaging around in it.

"Morning." Harry replied, trying to sound casual.

"What you doing today?" Louis said, still rummaging around in the draw.

"I dunno." Harry lied.

"I've gotta go meet El for a while." He said walking away from the draw finally grasping his phone from within it and throwing Harry an apologetic look. Harry just shook it off, he was used to this by now it was just what their daily life included.

"I'm meeting her-" He paused looking down at his watch and suddenly his eyes widened. "shit five minutes ago!" He dashed to the kitchen in a frenzy, and then within seconds he was out into the hall again, grabbing his shoes and struggling to put them on. Harry sighed, he needed to do this.

"Louis there's something I need to tell you." He said, turning to look over the back of the sofa. Louis groaned.

"Harry love, can't it wait ‘till later? I'd love to hear whatever it is you're wanting to say, honest, but I'm already late." He replied, struggling to tie his shoelace. Harry just sat, a little downhearted, but knowing Louis didn't mean it.

"Yeah, course, don't worry about it." He said, pretending to smile as Louis looked up.

"Great. Good. I'll see you later babe." He said as he rushed to grab his jacket and opened the door. "Love you!" He called as he hurtled out of the apartment and then Harry was alone.

Guess he'd just have to go ahead and do it.

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It was starting to get dark now and Harry had once again found himself sat on the couch, fidgeting nervously. It was past seven now and he was still waiting for Louis to come home. Usually he'd be worried but the fact he was with Eleanor meant he'd probably just be caught up in a shop or a starbucks somewhere. He was anxious about what was about to happen, because it was either going to be really good, or really bad.

He jumped slightly when he heard the rattle of keys being pushed into the lock of the front door and moments later an extremely drained looking Louis appeared through it. Harry jumped to his feet and he knew almost instantly it was a big mistake. Louis looked up at him whilst taking off his jacket, noticing the sudden movement.

"You alright?" He said, slightly absent-mindedly, but there was still clear concern in his voice.

"Y-yeah. 'm fine." Harry mumbled. Louis started to take off his shoes and when he had finished, he went to pick up a bag he'd been carrying, only to have his arms grabbed and to be spun around into an unexpected, deep kiss that took his breath away slightly.

Breaking away he stumbled back a little in shock, although he was grinning into the face of his boyfriend who was now stood a meter or so away from him.

"What was that for?" Louis asked intrigued. Harry started to blush.

"I-I just missed you." Harry stuttered, avoiding his boyfriends eyes. Louis chuckled softly.