The morning sun peaked through the curtain, followed by the beeping of the alarm clock. Harry grunted and reached out to shut the noise with his eyes closed, drifting back to sleep. Louis swarmed at the disturbance and rubbed his eyes open, finding Harry's arm laid across his chest to the night stand. He chuckled and leaned in closer to Harry cautiously to not to wake him up. Yanking his arm out of the comforter in slow motion, he laid his fingers on his face. He still got awestruck over the softness when he ran his hand in his hair. His gaze greedily absorbed every piece of beauty that leaked from Harry. How could someone be that beautiful? He wondered every time he saw his face. He moved his hand down from his hair to his face, tracing the outlines of his facial features to see if he was real. His thump burned when he touched him, like it always does.
He sighed contently to have Harry sleeping next to him, to not worry about anything. Just him, Harry and the sun. Nothing in the world to interrupt.
Harry's eyes fluttered open and he groaned softly at the brightness. But when he saw Louis in his arms, smiling goofily and blushing like he was caught doing something bad, he broke into a huge grin and pulled his own ray of sunshine closer, burying his face in his feathery hair.
“Morning.”, Harry whispered, then he felt a light kiss on his cheek with a muffled voice saying, “Morning.”
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Larry One Shots (Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)
De TodoFluff, fluff, and fluff. (smut?)