first steps. [larry stylinson, book 2.]

two.

After Louis had finally gotten his payback for the little tease Harry decided to do, the two boys were in bed, snuggling into each others warmth.

"Boobear?" Harry asked softly, kissing the top of his boyfriend's head. Thus, causing the smaller boy to look up with a 'Hmph?'

"Nothing." The curly-haired boy grinned. "I'm just happy you're in my arms." This of course, earned a blush from the older boy.

"Fuck off, Styles." Louis mumbled, fighting the grin that was making it's way to the boy's face. Harry then laughed loudly, kissing his forehead.

"But I love youuuuu." Harry singsonged, pulling Louis into his chest. Louis squirmed, struggling to get away from the curly haired boy.

"Yanno, for a nerd, you're pretty fucking strong." He huffs as he makes no avail in escaping. The other boy just laughs, which causes the smile on Louis' face to finally appear. It wasn't his fault that Harry's laugh was music to his ears.

"Not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not." Harry says, the grin still evident on his face as he kisses Louis' forehead. "Not a compliment." Louis grinned, looking up at the younger boy with an innocent smile.

Anyone else that heard that, would find that offensive. Not Harry. Harry knows Lou's only joking, because just by looking at one another, they can feel how in love they are.

I have a b s o l u t e l y no i n s p i r a t i o n.

-m i k k y