Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Hypothermia-Louis

Here's a request for stckholmlilo !

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Louis awoke, feeling refreshed. He looked over at Harry who was still sleeping peacefully, his head resting in the crook of Louis's neck. He still had his arms wrapped around Harry, and Louis breathed in his husband's scent, feeling extremely content. He usually woke after Harry, so this was one of those rare moments that he relished. He was able to cuddle his sleeping Harry, and he loved it.

After laying there for several minutes, Louis decided that he should get up. He really needed the toilet and he was hankering for a smoke. Moving slowly and trying to be as quiet as possible, he untangled himself from his love and slipped out of the bed, shivering as he threw off the covers. He quickly pulled on a t-shirt to provide a little warmth, and he was already wearing pajama pants. As an afterthought, he pulled on some socks as well. He made sure Harry was properly covered in the duvet before he made his way to the bathroom.

Once he was finished, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and shuffled down the stairs. He knew that Harry didn't like him smoking in the house because of his asthma, so he padded his way to the kitchen and through the back door. If he thought it was cold getting out of bed, it was nothing compared to being outside. It had apparently snowed overnight, and there were a few inches piled up. He hadn't grabbed a jacket, but he just shrugged, knowing that he'd only have one smoke and it'd only take a couple minutes.

As per Harry's request, Louis had been trying to quit, and he'd been making major progress over the last couple months, only smoking a fraction of what he used to. It was slow going, though, but it was progress all the same.

He sat on the porch swing and lit a cig, taking a long drag before blowing it out and watching the smoke being blown away in the wind. He looked up to their bedroom window and saw the light flicker on. He smiled, knowing that Harry was now up and was probably going to have a shower, and then the two of them could make breakfast together.

It began snowing again lightly, and Louis enjoyed the quietness that always came from freshly falling snow in the early mornings. It was like the snow muffled sounds, making it feel very peaceful. The snow also sparkled in the sun, and Louis took it all in, marveling at the beauty of it all.

Before he knew it, Louis was finished with his cigarette, and he smashed the butt into the ashtray he kept beside the porch swing. He stood, crossing his arms over his chest and rubbing his arms as he quickly walked over to the door, eager to get inside into the warmth and to be with Harry.

He reached for the door handle and twisted it, but, much to his dismay, it refused to turn. He tried harder, but it wouldn't budge. He swore. He was locked out and he knew that Harry would be in the shower right now. Sighing, he sat with his back to the door, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them as he tried to stay warm and conserve body heat as he waited for Harry to come downstairs. Every couple of minutes, he would bang on the door, hoping to catch Harry's attention when he came to the kitchen.

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Harry stepped out of the shower and dried himself off before pulling on a navy sweater and some black skinny jeans. The house was awfully quiet and he was anxious to see his boo and give him his good morning kiss. He figured he was probably downstairs waiting for him to come make breakfast while he sat on the stool at the counter, drinking a steaming cuppa.

He was disappointed, however, when he came downstairs and wasn't greeted by his little man. He wasn't sitting there, and the kettle wasn't on. He shrugged, figuring that he was in the downstairs bathroom. He went to the stove and put on the kettle before rummaging through the fridge to decide what to make for breakfast.