Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#7

*Written by Inlovewithwritting1dships on Tumblr*

Pairing: Larry Stylinson/Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Warnings: Smut. Language. Fluff. Depression.

Louis sighed softly, shivering as he wrapped the blanket tight around himself. He was wearing three sweaters, two pairs of sweatpants, and four pairs of socks, but it didn't seem to help the bitter coldness that had taken over the streets of London and Louis himself. The snow had overtaken the whole city, leaving it with a blanket of white snow.

Louis would usually be happy around this time. It was two days until his birthday, and usually he and Harry would be celebrating, cuddling, watching cheesy Christmas moves, drinking hot chocolate, opening gifts together, kissing underneath the mistletoe, completely infatuated with each other. But it wasn't the same this year. No it would never be the same, Louis had messed up.

He had royally messed up.

It had been a week earlier. They were happy, then Louis went and messed it all up. What did he do? Well, something he'll probably regret for the rest of his life. They sat on the couch, sipping hot chocolate, wrapping gifts for their families. "You're my present this year." Harry giggled, placing a bow on the top of Louis' head, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Louis blushed, but rolled his eyes all the same. "Oh please." He giggled.

"Do you want to know what I want for Christmas?" Harry asked.

"Of course, go on. Give me some hints." Louis smiled, laying his legs across Harry's lap, resting his head on a pillow, watching Harry with a fond smile. They had been together for a year now, and everything had been lovely, lovelier than Louis could have ever imagined and he was insanely crazy about Harry, which made it even better.

"I want to marry you." Harry said, his voice soft, and as genuine, just as genuine as when Harry told Louis that he loved him.

"Harry don't you think we are-" Louis started, but Harry wasn't just finished.

"I want a baby. I want to marry you, and I want us to get a surrogate, and have a baby." Harry declared, looking at Louis with those bright green eyes, that Louis melted for every time. Louis stayed quiet, not saying anything at all.

That, was his biggest mistake.

It was a few moments of awkward silence. It's not that Louis didn't want to get married, and have a family with the love of his life. He just thought it was too soon. "It was stupid. Never mind. You know, I think I'll take a nap, all this gift wrapping has really gotten to me." Harry said, a forced smile on his lips.

"Do you want me to join you?" Louis asked.

"No." Harry mumbled, rushing up stairs. Louis heard their bedroom door close, and heard the small click from the lock.

"Fuck." Louis sighed.

~

It had been down there from that point.

"Babe, what do you want for dinner? Maybe some spaghetti? Or maybe we could order take out?" Louis called from the kitchen. Harry came down in a pair of black skinny jeans, and a tight, white shirt.

"Louis, we both know you can't cook for shit." Harry muttered, running his fingers through his messily styled curls.

"Well that's why I suggested a pizza." Louis said, keeping his patience, knowing Harry must still be upset about what had happened. Louis hadn't responded to Harry, who had practically proposed to him.

"Well, I'm not hungry. I'm going out actually." Harry said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, taking a long drink, string it down on the counter.