Little Things || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 9

It's a sleepy morning, the sun leaves speckles of light all over the bed sheets and Harry sees Louis lies next to him. The way of Louis' eyelids flutter and his lips curve upwards makes Harry feels like maybe he's dreaming. Louis is just looks so beautiful. Harry feels like he's falling in love all over again and again and again and again.

Harry caresses Louis's face softly with his hand. He lies few inches away from him. Their noses touch each other. "Beautiful."

Louis winces and slowly opens his eye lids. "Haz?" Louis curls into a ball as he feels cold and Harry pulls him closer into his arms.

"Morning, sunshine." Harry kisses his forehead.

"What time is it?"

"I don't know." Harry let go of Louis to reach for the clock besides his bed. "Holy shit its ten am!"

"What the – " Louis jumps off from the bed and grabs his shirt. "Hurry up, Harreh. We're late for school!" Louis yells, panic.

"But Lou – we miss two classes already." Harry is still sitting on the bed with blanket covers his lap, expose torso; doing nothing.

Louis stops all his doing and asks softly. "Really?"

"Yes, babe."

"What should we do now?"

"I don't know but what I know, we don't have to go to school today."

"But you have skipped school yesterday and you're new."

"Two days will not get me into trouble. I'll say that I was sick or something." Harry laughs.

"I can't believe you still can laugh like nothing else matters."

Harry gets up from his bed, walks closer to Louis that is standing at the edge. Harry steps closer breathe warm on Louis' face. He slips his hands gingerly around Louis' waist and Louis can't resist but smile. Harry leans down to reach the smaller boy, lips brushing Louis' ear makes him giggles. "I am happy as long as I'm with you." Louis' lips curl before form a cute smile ever on the planet.

"You want to go out? Since we don't have school today." Louis suggests.

"Sure. Anything you want babe." Harry caresses Louis' hair. "But before that, we need to take our shower."

"I'll take the shower first!" Louis says in his high pitch voice and grabs Harry's towel, make his way to the bathroom and close the door. Harry can't help but smile as he sees his small boy running towards the bathroom.

Harry backs to his bed, head leans at the head of the bed. He turns towards the table beside him and takes his journal and puts it on his lap. He pulls out the pen between the pages and traces his hand on the book's cover. Last night tears thinking that he will lose Louis forever leaves stain on it makes some spot of the cover changes color to dark brown. He opens the book and looking for a blank page for him to write.

I'm in love with you...

Harry smiles widely as he writes the words with his pen point on the paper because he knows that he's not writing about heartbreak but love.

Is it that bad? You're so beautiful to me. Shut up let me tell you. Let me. Every time I look at your face or even I remember it, it makes me happy. But at the same time I feel scared because I can't always be happy. Happiness is not always happening to me. When good things happen, I know bad things follows behind. I'm scared. But with you – I feel safe. You're my home. And the way you're with me and you're just fun and you make fun of me and you're real. I don't have enough time in any day to think about you enough. I feel like I'm going to live a thousand years because that's how it's going to take me to have one thought about you which is that I'm crazy about you. I don't want to be with somebody else. I don't. I really don't. I don't think about women anymore. I think about you. I had a dream the other night that you and I were on a train and you were holding my hand. That's the whole dream. We talked a lot – little things. But to me, it's not little. I wake up and I'm happy because you are still holding my hand.

all the love, harry.

Harry quickly puts a closure on his writing as he hears Louis has turn off the shower and then Louis walks out from the bathroom.

"Your turn." Louis says while rubbing his wet brunette hair with a smaller towel than the one around his waist.

Harry puts aside his journal and says 'okay' to Louis before he goes to the bathroom. Louis the other hand flicking through Harry's closet to find something that he can wear as he doesn't bring any extra shirt because staying overnight at Harry's place is not an option at the first place. Louis puts on his yesterday black tight ripped jeans before he continues to search what shirt to wear again. Louis furrows because most of Harry's outfit is black and white and what has caught his attention is a red sweater. It's the smallest among them at least and it looks comfy to wear in the cold weather. Louis pulls it out from the closet and tosses it on the bed before he takes Harry's Dunhill body spray and sprays it on his body.

After Harry finishes his shower, walks out from the bathroom already seeing Louis that is wearing his red sweater. Harry also sense his Dunhill body spray but of course he doesn't mind his cute little boy have his scent.

"You look so cute in my sweater." Harry smiles.

"Thanks." Louis looks down before says. "I found this is the smallest one but it still big on me." Louis pulls up the over long sleeves.

Harry steps closer to Louis to reach out for his hand. "Let's fix this." Harry takes his right hand and rolls the sleeves three rolls and the same thing he does at the other sleeves. "We're going to get breakfast at my workplace. I don't want the over long sleeves interrupt you eat." Harry smiles the brightest one than sunshine to the person that he loves.

Louis can't help but feeling butterflies in his stomach starts to erupt feels like it wants to come out from his mouth. Harry walks away from him and starts to find a fresh new shirt from his closet. Louis walks to the mirror and looks his own reflection, fixing his hair and grabs his glasses from the table and wears it.

"You never told me that you really blind." Harry says that has already done with the outfit so Harry goes to the mirror to fix his hair as the last touch.

Louis doesn't turn but talking with Harry through the reflection. "I never really did like the way my glasses look on me. But you told me I look good in them. From then on, I always reach for my glasses, thinking they make me look better."

Harry can't help but feeling awe by what Louis says. He feels so special that he never be treated as this good. He reaches out for Louis' hands makes him turn and kisses every knuckle of his. He is surprise that someone like Louis cares what he thinks. "You don't have to try anything, baby. Just being you and it's already makes me happy. I don't want you to be somebody else in this world that already fills with somebody else's. I don't want that. I fall in love with you because you are you. Not because of these glasses well I admit it's a bonus for your looks." Harry slowly takes off the glasses from Louis face that is now facing him. 

"I love you, Lou."

"I love you too."