Larry Stylinson One-Shots

The View

The only paraphernalia Harry brought with him today were his sunglasses & camera. And Louis, of course, but Louis was lagging behind like always while Harry called his name and hiked up the hill in front of him.
  
   "Louis! Hurry up! We need to get the sunset." Harry would call his boyfriend, an urgent hand being held out to grab Louis' smaller one.

"It's not my fault I was a pariah in gym class, or else I would be faster. This dumb hill is too steep." Louis pouted, grabbing Harry's hand, "Can't we just stand on the ground, Hazza?"

"And miss this view? Absolutely not." Harry laughed. His green eyes crinkled and dimples popped out of his stubbly cheeks. Louis would sigh, but his eyes, too, crinkled from a fond smile that was plastered on his face.

Harry had always ventured out into the woods or mountains to get pictures. Panoramas, you might say. They're opulent and, yes, Harry deserves an ovation for what he goes through to get them, but Louis thinks his boyfriend should calm down with not having a parochial.

  Still, Harry was obdurate when it came to his pictures. And Louis let it slide, letting him enjoy his time. It was fun for him too, it wasn't all bad. Louis liked to oscillate his little feet over the cliffs they climbed and to scare & ostracise random birds picking at the ground. He picked pretty flowers to bring home and put in vases, too. He also liked to spend time with Harry. Sure, Harry dragged Louis along on every adventure, but time is time and it's well spent with people you love.

"We can get this sunset from our window. Please, Harry?"

"But the air out here is—

"It's cold, Harry."

Harry would laugh at that. His little boyfriend being little. Sounds odd, but he's adorable. Even when he complains about going outdoors.

"Harry, can we please go h—"

Then Harry would gasp, turning away from Louis and lowering down to the cameras view finder. "Shh, love. It's starting."

  The complaining would stop then. Louis would forget about having to walk all those miles from their house and think about how beautiful Harry looks when he stands high on the hill, his hair agreeing with the wind. He would think about how wonderful it was that Harry brought him again, because he'll never get over how pretty Harry is when the skin on his face lights up with sunlight. He would think that if he had a camera, Louis wouldn't want pictures of the sunset or the birds or the flowers. He would want pictures of Harry, the only person nothing or anyone will ever add up to. The only person who wasn't only beautiful for the moment, but for a lifetime.

And at the end of it all, when Harry would take more than a few shots of the setting sun, Louis would be obsequious and tiptoe his way behind Harry, wrapping his little ink-covered arms around his long torso and placing a small kiss between his shoulder blades. Harry would turn around to him, and Louis would finally be able to see

the view.