Larry Stylinson One Shots

The First Time

I’ll Follow You, Wherever You May Go

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AN//  Based off the video/song The First Time by Matt Mishel. It doesn’t have smut and it’s not about Larry’s first time but still. Listen to the song and you’ll know. Should be on the side SO. Enjoy(: And the bolded lines are lyrics from a different song that I thought fit.

In The Dark I Can Feel You In My Sleep

 

It’s always eerily silent in the woods at night. No birds chirping, or other animals making their noises, or moving around. It’s impossible to hear the cars from the nearby roads, but that’s only because their aren’t ever any cars on that road in the night. When it’s too dark to see your own hand five inches in front of your face. Where the deep, thick woods in either side of the almost too narrow street looks tall and dark and intimidating. Seeming like they go on forever and ever, with just dark greens and dead browns and a dry ground.

In the day, the colours of the forest are bright, with greens and yellows and even some blues or reds from some flowers. All the plant life is doing so well still, even in the middle of this cold, dry drought. And Animals are still many, like deer and squirrels and many different species of birds, even the occasional stray cat. That’s what it’s like in the day: beautiful and colorful and alive.

But at night, all of the sun is gone, and there aren’t any houses for miles or any signs of human life, so it’s dark. All the animals have gone and hidden because of how dark it is, along with all the flowers that closed up. Nothing can be heard, or seen, and it’s almost as if someone were to walk through them with a flashlight and find nothing but dead trees and brushes.

And that’s why Harry’s glad that Louis knows how to make a fire. Because otherwise it would be too dark and he’d be even more scared than he is now. Just before the sun goes down, Harry will help find the perfect dead wood for Louis while Louis clears a spot, and he’ll sit back and lay out their blankets as Louis uses the matches he carries and a scrap of paper to start the small fire. They’re so used to doing it this way, in the woods like this as they travel along that road, so use to it because of how long they’ve been doing it now.

Every day before night fall, they’ll venture off back into the woods, only a little, stopping before it gets to thick. They always make sure to stay far enough away from the street that no passerby-cars will see the light from their fire, but still not too far away to where they can’t find the street in the morning.

Harry never gets enough sleep a night, wrapped up in what he knows used to be Louis’ blanket but he’s stolen it over time, facing the barely their fire that seemed to have gone out faster overnight than it usually does, it now being close to morning. Again, Harry barely sleeps; can’t sleep very well on the hard, cold ground, tossing and turning and just barely drifting off for short times before he’s jostled awake again by something unknown.

Which is why most of the time he’ll lay there and watch Louis sleep. Louis always looks so comfortable in the large duvet and sleeping bag that Harry always makes him take at night. (You’ll freeze, Haz, Louis will say and Harry will always come back with But I don’t want you to be cold, with the biggest eyes he can, and Louis always surrenders and takes them; something that happens every night, like a routine.) He’s always chosen to sleep across from Harry on the other side of the fire, supposedly so they get the same amount of heat.