YOU - Larry Stylinson

4.

Louis is there for Harry when he finally finishes all of the pieces in the collection and now just needs them to be made in bulk.

Harry is there for Louis on his first day on set for his new film, dropping him off with a bag of healthy lunch and a kiss with whispers of 'I love you'.

They're just always there. But they're not at the same time. Emotionally, mentally, yeah, but it takes organising and effort and scheduling to see each other because of how busy work is.

So over dinner, after Louis is tired of forgetting his script or his underpants at Harry's and finding Harry's socks strewn around his living room, Louis asks a very important question.

He is tired of living with Harry in his life, but not living with Harry. He wants to be able to exist with Harry all of the time, not just during their date nights or sleepovers they have to plan weeks in advance.

"Haz," Louis starts, thumbs twiddling nervously on the table. "Y'know since its been a lot of back and forth between houses and stuff? And I really, really love you?"

Harry stops eating and looks up at Louis, giving him his full attention. He takes hold of Louis' hands. They're sweaty where he rubs his fingers over his palms. Louis smiles nervously and clears his throat.

"Can we move in together? Like- I want to live with you. If that's what you-"
"Lou," Harry beams, "I'd love to. That sounds amazing."
"We can choose either of ours or get a new one together?" Louis grins, thumbs playing with the rings on Harry's fingers.
"I like the idea of getting a new house together," Harry hums. "We'd be able to decorate it how we both want it and we can get a house that would fit both of us and anyone in the future..."

"Yeah, that sounds great, love. But for now we can decide who's house we'll stay at tonight."
"Yours. Mine is covered in fabric and mess."
"Okay. Eat up then, Haz."

While Louis drives home, Harry closes his eyes and grins. Louis chuckles when he sees him, rubbing his thigh.
"Happy?"
"Extremely," Harry sighs contently, resting his hand on Louis'. "You?"
"Happiest I've ever been," Louis answers.

When they get home Louis tugs his shirt over his head, pushing Harry against the door. He pulls at Harry's collar until Harry drops his head down to kiss him.
"Mm- Lou-" Harry mumbles against Louis' lips. "Bedroom?"
"Yeah," Louis grins, pressing another  kiss to Harry's lips, teeth grazing his bottom lip.

Then he runs away, up the stairs and leaves Harry whining. Harry sighs and hurries after Louis, grabbing him by the waist when he catches him. Louis laughs loudly, leaning back against Harry. Harry takes his time to suck a bruise into the skin of his neck, dick pressing against his arse. Louis moans.

They stumble into the bedroom together, lips locking and hands wandering. Harry walks Louis backwards until they fall clumsily onto the bed. Louis grabs at Harry's shirt to hold him close.

"Fuck," Louis groans, biting at Harry's bottom lip. "Need to shower."

Harry pulls back, eyes sparkling and a dazzling smirk on his lips.
"I'm more than happy to do this in the shower," he murmurs, leaning down to suck a dark bruise into Louis' neck. Louis tilts his head back to give him more room, grunting when Harry grinds his hips down against his.

Harry pulls Louis up with the him and they rush into the bathroom. They hastily tug their pants and underwear off, kicking them into a pile and climbing into the shower. Louis crowds Harry against the wall, lips brushing over the bruises he made earlier as he brings his hands up to Harry's chest.

He smirks and pinches Harry's nipples, tugging on them as Harry moans, hips bucking.
"That good, sweetheart?" Louis asks, giving Harry a minute to catch his breath. Harry pants and nods his head, flushing down his chest beautifully.
"'Mazing," he mumbles. He gasps when Louis carefully bites on his left nipple.