Blush - Fem!Larry Stylinson

Blush

This story belongs to peculiarise (now orphan_account) on AO3.

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Author's Notes:
Holy shit writing this fic was tiring but FUN and I literally made it all up as I went along bc that's my special skill lol

ANYWAY, fem!Larry in any form is so underrated in the 1D fandom and this gay girl needed SOMETHING so here's this, the fic where Louis basically has an existential crisis but I tried to make it cute.

So I hope you like it!!! I can talk about fem!Larry for hours so if you wanna talk to me about that or ask me questions about this fic or just anything in generallllll you can find me at petitezain.tumblr.com

the soundtrack I made for this fic can be found here: http://8tracks.com/peachlou/blush-track

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The morning starts off like any other for Louis - a mane of curly dark hair caught in her mouth, a long body of soft ivory skin, warm tea-scented breath fanning against the crook of Louis' neck. And like all the other mornings, Louis just sighs, resting her hands above her head, fingers hooking on the bars of the headboard. She lifts up her hips slightly, leg slipping out of the warm sanctuary of her black duvet, trying to shift the body above her awake.

"'Arry, you need to wake up," Louis mutters, throwing her head back and staring up at the cracked ceiling of her tiny room. In her peripheral vision she can see the door connecting Harry's room to hers open from when she had snuck in at some point in the night, unable to sleep and longing for the warmth of another person.

Heaving a sigh, Louis grips the bars of her headboard tighter and pulls herself up the large bed, resting her arse on the plush pillows. Her feet are stuck underneath Harry's half-naked body, and her eyes roam over the milky skin and slender build of her flat mate but then she realizes - that's probably actually pretty creepy to be doing.

"Harry," Louis says, louder this time, and wiggles her toes against Harry's ribs. The girl curls within herself, swatting Louis' foot away, before letting out a groan.

"Wake up sleepy head," Lou sing-songs, jabbing her toes into Harry's side again, and Harry yelps, shooting up in bed and eyes flying open. She's fresh-faced and soft looking, always careful to take off her makeup the night before. Louis knows this because Harry spends at least thirty minutes in their shared cramped bathroom removing makeup and moisturizing and doing god knows what else.

Louis smiles softly as Harry yawns, rubbing her eyes with her long fingers. Her hair is wild and unruly, chocolate brown curls cascading over her bare shoulders and chest.

"Got lonely last night?" Louis wonders softly, stretching her arms above her head before scooting off the bed. The old white hardwood floor underneath her feet is cold and a shiver runs up her spine. She adjusts the bunched up legs of her deep red joggers, a gift from Harry last Christmas and birthday. With the winter months rolling around, they're practically the only thing you'll catch Louis in if she's not wearing the same black pair of jeans.

"M'room was too cold," Harry mumbles, pouting down at the duvet and dropping her hands. Louis tosses one of her sweaters over to the girl on the bed and it lands in her lap.

"Put that on, you'll freeze and Elliot is coming over soon," Louis says and stretches again, lifting herself up onto her tip toes before bouncing back onto the balls of her feet. Harry only nods once, pulling the large green Adidas hoodie over her head. Louis notices how the sweater match's her best friends eyes, which are still glassy and bleary from heavy sleep.

"Do you want to make breakfast or should we take a chance and have me do it?" Louis wonders, walking over to the door that leads to the hallway. She glances over her shoulder as Harry heaves herself off the bed, tangling her legs in the sheets but still managing to not hurt herself on the hardwood. It takes gripping onto Louis' shoulder to keep her balance.