The World Looks Better Through Your Eyes - Larry Stylinson

Home

They flew back home the morning after their little rendezvous in New York City, the lights draining them and the busy streets making them weak in the knees. Louis was sound asleep in the plush white seats of Harry's plane beside him, Harry's phone the only light in the cabin, lighting up his face as he looked at all the pictures.

Pictures he took of Louis by the lake, under the lights of the city, as he sunbathed on the yacht and as he touched and examined the vines and right in front of the tree his head tilted just enough where he could see their initials behind him, heavily and newly carved with their soon to be everlasting love.

The engine kicked in as they started descending, Harry shutting his phone off and shutting his eyes listening to the heavy beats of the plane and Louis' soft breath lingering long in the air. He could picture the way his hair flowed up and away as he was underwater. His hand in Harry's in the lake, stroking the skin ever so softly.

The bump of land caused Harry to open his eyes again, Louis fluttering his eyes open as well, stretching contently letting his head roll to the side as he yawned. Harry looked at him with adoration, adoration he couldn't see but he could feel it.

"Welcome home."

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Harry's home was large and extravagant, white and black. Sleek and comfortable for Louis to feel around. He didn't need guidance here his was home and he knew his home just like he knew every inch of Harry's hot skin.

He watched Louis walk inside, sighing and taking the ten steps to the couch, hitting his foot against the edge just to check if his calculations were correct. He plopped down on the couch and yawned yet again stretching, the tan skin of his stomach showing as his shirt lifted up, his hands making grasping motions in the air.

"Harry, cuddle with me for a bit."

Harry looked out the window at the men in his yard, fixing everything in just the right way, wrapping the trees and cutting the bushes. A simple yet beautiful moment in which Harry almost couldn't wait for.

"Harry?"

Harry let his attention drawn away from the window to his dreams and back to his gift. His perfect person wrapped up in a blanket and edging him over with an almost pained expression on his face.

"Coming love."

Louis relaxed and smiled as Harry walked over to the couch his eyes never leaving Louis' form. His arms it icing for his baby to rest in them.

"Scoot over a bit."

Louis moved over and Harry sat down, swinging his legs up and pulling Louis body onto his chest. The rising and falling over their breaths mixing together like instruments on a grand stage, their hearts the players, drenched in sweat and agony to hit the perfect tone of harmonization. Their brains the conductors pointing at each other from across the room telling them to play and to harmonize and that's exactly what they were doing, they were harmonizing.

"I've missed home."

Harry hummed and Louis felt it through his whole body kissing the clothes skin of Harry's chest with a gleam in his smile Harry saw before and fell in love with every time.

"Did you not like our little trip?"

Harry was joking and Louis knew that but he faked a gasp and placed his hand over Harry's own heart, feeling it beat against his palm.

"I adored our trip! It was a level of wonderful I can't even describe to you."

Harry smiled and laughed a little letting his head fall back on the pillow so his body went slack and rested.