Hold me close {{Larry one-shots and drabbles}}[ON HOLD]

Time slips to nothing

 

 Meaningless Larry fluff...enjoy!

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When he knocks on Louis’s door that night, he isn’t prepared for the onslaught of feelings that wash over him when he sees Louis’s smile. “Harry,” Louis breathes and he's hugging him tightly, head nuzzling into the crook of Harry’s neck and Harry can’t help the way his arms tighten around the smaller boy. When they pull back, he feels curiously empty but as he feels Louis’s fingers grasping his, it becomes just a little harder to breathe.

They have dinner in front of the fire, the flickering flames casting a warm glow over them and Harry can’t help his hand reaching out and brushing lightly against Louis‘s cheek.  Even in the dim lighting he can see the way Louis blushes and he is sure that his heart may have jumped a foot or two in happiness. They continue to eat, conversation flowing easily, arguing about stupid things, their hands reaching towards each other and it feels so natural, so easy and Harry wonders how he never felt something like this all his life.

It’s only natural again for Louis to lean against Harry, his small frame sitting perfectly next to Harry’s taller, lithe body. Simple for them lean forward; breath mingling as their lips hesitantly and softly meet each other halfway.  As his hand moves to cup Louis’s jaw, Harry can feel himself falling just a little bit harder, and his heart slowly is slipping from his control.

When his lips find the smooth expanse of Louis’s throat, when he leaves his mark on the sun-kissed skin, it’s feels like they’ve been doing this for forever. When their hot skin is melting into each other, their lips meet again; it’s a sweet, sweet release for Harry. He’s giving away a part of himself to Louis every time they kiss, every time their bodies fall against each other, fitting perfectly with each other. When he pushes into Louis, when he feels Louis’s breath in his ear, it’s perfect; flawless, beautiful in a way he can’t even describe.

When they reach their highs, colours are bursting around him and he feels a sense of fulfilment, like’s he’s found where he exactly was supposed to be, where he really belongs. So when Louis kisses him again softly this time, like he’s taking his time mapping Harry’s lips, he feels himself slacken under the touch. There’s a dull but pleasant ache resonating in his body and his heart is stuttering wildly.

“I love you,” he whispers and Louis looks at him with those blue, blue eyes and all Harry wants to do is to drown in them. “I love you.” he says, voice stronger and his lips find Louis’s again and through a soft sigh in between kisses, Louis whispers , “ I love you too.”  

It’s natural and so, so easy and Harry wonders again how he never felt something like this all his life.

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This doesn't actually make much sense, but my exams are over and I wanted to celebrate! :p Hope you guys like this. Do comment and vote:)

Title is from Suspended by Matt Nathanson ( the song inspired this drabble)