Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Tickles, Fights, and Brownie Bites (One-Shot)

This is a request for alibrooke28 .  I hope you like it!

Word Count: 3,199

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Harry and Louis were sitting on the couch watching the telly as credits began rolling on the large screen, signaling the end of the movie. Louis stretched his limbs and yawned.

"Want to watch another, boo?" Harry questioned, placing the empty bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

Louis settled himself back onto the couch and leaned into harry, shaking his head before resting it on Harry's shoulder. "No, I think I'd fall asleep if we put on another. Let's do something else."

Harry reached his arm around Louis and began running his fingers through his caramel hair. Louis closed his eyes briefly before opening them again.

"If you keep doing that, then I'm going to fall asleep, anyway, love," Louis said, and Harry sighed, removing his hand from Louis's hair and wrapping his arm around him instead. "How 'bout we bake something, yeah?" Louis said excitedly, sitting up a bit in Harry's hold.

"You don't know how to bake, babe," Harry said with a small chuckle.

"That's why I said 'we'. But by that, I pretty much mean you. I'll just help. Or watch, most likely," Louis said, shrugging.

"That's not fair. That means I do all the work," Harry said.

"True, but that's why I keep you around. Now, go make yourself useful," Louis said, patting Harry on his knee.

Harry pulled his arm from around Louis and gave him a look. "Louis! How dare you take me for granted like that!" he said, feigning offence and trying to fight off the smile that was trying to take over his face.

The two boys locked eyes, having a showdown to see who would break first. It took less than 20 seconds for Harry to let the smile slip, his deep laughter breaking the silence.

"Haha! I win!" Louis laughed loudly, throwing himself at Harry and tackling him on the couch, straddling the larger lad as he began tickling him mercilessly.

"Lou! I—don't—t-think—so!" Harry managed between laughs, quickly and easily rolling over and putting Louis on the bottom. Now having the advantage, Harry began torturing the small lad with tickles, making him shriek.

"No—Haz-za! St-op!" he said, trying to catch his breath between fits of laughter.

Harry kept tickling him as he placed kisses all over Louis's face sloppily. Louis began kicking his feet in frustration, but he was powerless to get the big lad off of himself; his small frame simply wasn't strong enough, especially with the tickles making him so weak.

Finally, Harry stopped attacking Louis and sat on the end of the couch, watching as Louis finally caught his breath. Once he did, he sat up and scooted over to the opposite end of the couch and lifted the bottom of his shirt up to wipe Harry's slobber off his face from his kisses.

"Geez, Harry, it's like a dog licked all over my face or summat," Louis said disgustedly. He finished wiping his face and put his shirt back down and straightened it out. "You're brutal. I literally couldn't breathe."

"Well, that's what you get," Harry said in retaliation.

Louis raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

Harry shook his head. "I dunno. I don't remember what we were even talking about."

Louis harrumphed. "It was something important, though," he said, scrunching up his brows in concentration, trying to remember their previous conversation. After a bit, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Brownies! We were going to make some brownies!" he said, pumping a fist into the air excitedly.