Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Sweaters and Skinny Jeans

Here's another one-shot for you guys! Enjoy!!

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"Louis. Lou! Wake up, love!" Harry gently shook Louis awake.

Louis groaned in response and rubbed his tired eyes. "What, Harry? Let me sleep."

"No. I can't. We have an interview soon. We've got to leave in an hour."

Louis sighed and slowly sat up. "Okay," he said in defeat.

"I've just started some laundry and I've got breakfast cooking. Go ahead and get ready and showered and we can head out."

"Alright."

Louis dragged himself out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready, while Harry checked on the food.

When Louis was done showering, he slipped on some clean boxers and stepped out of the bathroom and into their attached bedroom. He found a pair of black skinny jeans and pulled them on, but when he reached for a shirt, he saw that his side of the closet was empty.

"What?" he said. He shrugged and turned to look over the floor, figuring that he'd find something to wear that wasn't too dirty. To his dismay, however, there weren't any clothes strewn about the floor. He frowned. Their room was rarely this clean.

"Harry!" he yelled. Almost immediately, he heard footsteps pounding on the stairs.

"Yeah, boo?" Harry questioned as he stepped into their room.

"Where are all my clothes? I don't have anything to wear to the interview."

"What? Surely there's something still in your closet. I just took all the clothes from the floor and threw them into the wash. I didn't take anything from the closet," Harry explained.

Louis groaned to himself. "I guess I should clean up after myself more often. I hadn't realized I'd gone through my entire wardrobe," he laughed halfheartedly.

Harry rolled his eyes. "That'll be the day," he laughed. "You cleaning up after yourself. . .that'll never happen! But seriously, Lou. I can't believe you've gone through all your clothes. And the laundry won't be done in time before we leave."

"Hmm. Well, what am I supposed to do? I have no shirt, and I can't wear one of yours because if I do, someone is bound to notice, and then Larry will blow up all over again, and we don't need more reason for management to be on our case. Maybe I'll just wear my pajama t-shirt," he shrugged.

Harry shook his head vigorously. "Oh, no you won't. It's way too cold to go out in a t-shirt today."

"Then what am I going to do?"

Harry frowned in concentration, trying to figure out what to do. He unfurrowed his brow as an idea struck him. "I've got it!" he exclaimed as he dashed to the closet and searched in the far back of it.

"Harry, I already said I can't wear any of your clothes."

He got no response. Harry continued to search the closet for something.

"Here it is! Yesss!" he shouted after a minute or two of searching. He came out holding a maroon colored sweater and handed it to Louis. "Here. I outgrew this, like, two years ago, so it shouldn't be too big on you, and it won't be obvious that it's mine. And no one should remember it. I haven't worn it in ages."

Louis held it up and looked it over. "I don't even remember this sweater," he said before pulling it on over his head. He slipped his arms through and pulled it down. As Harry had predicted, it fit him rather well, only being slightly larger than Louis would wear his own clothing, but it wasn't a noticeable enough difference to create suspicion.

"Mmm! It's so soft! I love it!"

"Keep it. I can't wear it anymore."

Louis grinned. "Thanks, Hazza!" He pulled the sleeves down and they reached the middle of his hands. He clapped his sweater paws together.

"No problem, boobear. Besides, you look super cute in it. But you're always cute," Harry said with a wide smile, his green eyes twinkling.

"Hey, you're cute, too, my little cupcake!"

"Little? You're calling me little? Look who's talking!" Harry laughed.

"Shut up, Haz," Louis said, blushing. He gave Harry a playful shove.

"Aww, come here, boo," he said and pulled Louis into a warm hug. He gave him a quick peck on the lips.

When they pulled away, Harry checked the time on his phone.

"Lou, it's time to go! Grab your shoes and jacket and meet me in the car. I'll grab some breakfast for the road and we'll get going."

"Alright. I love you, Haz."

"I love you, too, Lou."

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