Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 25

"Lou, wake up. Lou!" Harry nudged his boyfriend with his elbow. He wouldn't wake up, so Harry resorted to extreme measures and pinched Louis' nose shut, until he cough and spluttered and sat up.

"Oh, Harry! I was in the middle of such a great dream." Louis moaned.

"What was it about?" Harry pulled Louis forward from under the covers so they were in a more comfy position.

"You'd call me sad." This made Harry laugh.

"Go on, you can tell me anything, remember." Harry stroked Louis' cheek.

"We were on the couch watching a horror movie, then I got scared so you told me to sit on your lap and I did. Then I got really scared so you turned it off. And then you led me to the bedroom."

"Ooh, saucy. What happened next?" Harry got turned on.

"I dunno, you woke me up, dumb-arse." Louis gave his boyfriend a playful push.

"So did you get anything done in the end?" Harry asked.

"Huh?"

"Lyrics. Last night. Blimey, you didn't get drunk did you?" chuckled Harry.

"OH! Yeah, I wrote a song called Little Things." Louis momentarily pulled himself away from Harry, rolled over the bed, reached out a hand and pulled and sheet of paper from the nearby desk. He rolled back over in Harry's embrace and handed it to him. It took a while for Harry to figure something out.

"Is this about me?" Harry suspiciously looked up from the paper.

"...maybe." Louis shuffled around nervously.

"That's so adorable, Boobear! Aw, come here!" Harry gave him a kiss. "You're so good at songwriting."

"Thanks... but what did you just call me?" Louis raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know, what did I call you?"

"I think you called me Boobear!" Louis giggled.

"Ha, I think I did. Ah well, it suits you. Boobear. C'mon, let's get up. I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry."

"No shit, Sherlock."

They both dressed, then Louis followed Harry out to the kitchen. "Go into the living room, I want to make us breakfast." Harry told him, making him laugh.

"Babe, you burn my toast. How are you gonna manage scrambled eggs and bacon to say the least?"

But Harry was being serious. "Go."

And so, somehow, Louis ended up in the small but cosy living room, anxiously waiting for his lover to finish his breakfast. He didn't pick up his book, which was staring up at him on the lamp desk. For some reason, he just had the feeling that Harry would fail.

And he did.

Soon, Louis heard Harry's innocent little voice in the kitchen. Chuckling, he speed walked over to there. In front of him, there was surprisingly no mess, but Harry was looking puzzled. "How do you make scrambled egg?" He asked.

"Oh, Haz, do you want me to make breakfast?" Louis hung in the doorway.

"No! I want to do it."

"Okay... would you like me to show you how to make breakfast?" To urge him on, Louis walked up behind Harry and pressed his front to Harry's back, hands snaking round Harry's front as he kissed his nape, causing Harry to moan and tilt his head back into Louis' shoulder.

"Ur... yes please."

"Right then." Louis detached himself from Harry entirely, causing the younger boy to tut.