sugar and spice (larry stylinson)

A/N: Okay this is just some really stupid super fluffy, cotton candy, disgustingly sweet stuff. Warning: may cause diabetes.

Seriously though, I've never written anything so cheesily gooey and lovey dovey in my life, and I'm kind of ashamed of it and annoyed with it because it's just that grossly, stupidly sugary, and lacks logic and realisticness because that's how all fluff is. Sigh.

Anyways. When I got the idea for this story, I just had to write it. I've been in a particularly sappy mood lately for some reason... ;) 

I don't own anything or anyone, etc.

Hahaha tell me whatcha think! I hope you like it :) x

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It’s Monday when Louis gets the letter.

He’s just woken up and made himself a cup of tea, mentally cursing his flat for being so damn cold all the time. Like seriously, his toes are going to turn blue and fall off.

Thankfully, he’s got a day off today, because fuck, he’s tired, even though it’s noon and he slept for thirteen hours. Between night classes at uni three times a week and daytime shifts at the bookstore down the street, he doesn’t have much time to rest.

He shuffles into the living room and sets his tea on a side table before plopping down onto the couch, snatching a nearby blanket and throwing it over himself.

And then there’s Harry.

Louis sighs.

Louis' a really, really shit boyfriend. He’s just doing so much, and he’s so busy that he’s had less and less time for Harry in the past few months, but Harry’s been so fucking thoughtful and empathetic about it. Seriously, he knows that if he were in Harry’s situation, he’d be fed up by now.

Louis’ lucky.

Harry is so patient and kind, and generous and gentle and happy to give Louis a back massage while he’s writing his fifteen page sociology paper, and stays up past midnight to bake Louis cookies and to make him tea when he’s up late studying because he won’t have time to the next day. He comes by the bookshop at lunch and brings Louis little brownies or sandwiches and one time, even marshmallows, because he was “thinking about Louis” and wanted to see him. He holds Louis’ hand tight and gathers him up into his arms when he’s feeling stressed or anxious, he lets Louis rest his head on his chest while they’re watching movies on their ratty sofa, he kisses Louis’ worries away every morning, afternoon, and evening, and Louis has fucking nothing to show for it all.

He didn’t used to be this shitty, mind you. Louis used to be an amazing boyfriend, thank you very much. But in the past few months, stress and school and work have consumed him, and he just feels lost all the time, and he thinks he might’ve gone legitimately mad had he not had Harry to ground him during his times of distress.

Louis’ apologized to Harry so, so much for not giving back the way he should. And Louis really means it too, he cares about Harry more than anything and he can’t stand himself for being such a shit. But every time, Harry’s brushed away his apologies, saying that Louis doesn’t need to apologize and that he’s happy to just be there for him right now, because that’s what he’s there for.

Louis loves him with absolutely everything he’s fucking got, that’s for sure.

He smiles to himself as he thinks back to the beginning, when he and Harry first started dating. They were young and stupid and Louis was seventeen and Harry was sixteen and Louis asked Harry out on a movie date and it was awkward, so awkward, but nice all the same. A week turned into a month, which turned into a year, when they first told each other they loved each other, then two, and then Louis was going off to uni while Haz was still in college. Thankfully, Louis was close by, and they kept their relationship going, despite the few little bumps on the road.