Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#17

Title: Midnight In Paris by Theonewiththelarrystories on Tumblr

Summary: Someone requested a fluffy, kind of domestic one shot taking place in Paris, so here goes. Its awful, I know.

..hehe oneshit.

Louis blinked against the bright light of the moon peeking through the curtains, nuzzling his face in Harry's hair, rubbing wide circles over the expanse of Harry's naked back with his hand. Harry stirred, whimpering quietly and pressing his face into Louis' neck.

Louis sighed into his hair, one hand coming up to work through the younger boy's curls restlessly. Harry shifted again, waking up a little. Louis glanced down at him and smiled, the corners of his lips peaking up a little.

"Lou?" Harry whispered confusedly, shifting his head so his chin was resting on Louis' sternum.

"Sorry for waking you, love," Louis apologized, lightly scratching Harry's scalp with this fingertips.

Harry ignored his apology and blinked up at him, wide green eyes sparkling and his long lashes casting shadows on his high cheekbones. "Can't sleep?" He murmured, pressing a kiss to Louis' chest.

"Yeah," Louis sighed, tracing patterns up Harry's spine.

"You wanna have sex?" Harry asked bluntly. Louis laughed sharply at how straightforward the question was and shook his head fondly.

"Nah, its okay," He grinned, cupping Harry's face in his hand. The younger boy looked a little disappointed for a minute before he smiled again, folding both hands under his chin.

"Wanna go for a walk?" he suggested softly. Louis smiled and nodded, pushing the covers back and waiting for Harry to climb off of him before he got up himself, admiring the way the moonlight shattered over Harry's naked body.

Once they were both up, they bundled themselves in cold weather clothes per Louis' advice.

Harry wore a hat that just barely covered his ears and Louis kissed him on the tip of his nose and called him baby. Louis wore cashmere gloves that matched Harry's own perfectly. He made sure to wind the wool scarf around Harry's neck securely and buttoned his coat up for him, pressing him in tightly so he wouldn't be cold. Harry thanked him with a kiss and they went on their way.

They said a quiet greeting as they slipped passed the tired doorman of their hotel onto the street, gloved fingers linked tightly. Louis pulled Harry along behind him, leading him to the pleasant courtyard across the road. They pushed past the neatly trimmed hedges into the quiet garden, the blades of grass dancing in the breeze and sparkling with wetness.

Louis pulled Harry's back flush against his chest, wrapping his arms across his stomach and rested his chin on his shoulder. Harry leaned back into him and tilted his head up, eyes drinking in the milky light of the stars shining above him, framing the Eiffel Tower perfectly.

"S'beautiful," he murmured and Louis nodded, breathing out into the cold night air.

"What time is it?" Louis whispered, pressing a kiss to Harry's jaw. Harry pushed the sleeve of his coat back and checked his watch.

"1:30," he said quietly, eyes twinkling.

"Happy birthday darling," Louis said in response, turning Harry around and pulling him in for a kiss. Their lips met languidly, trading heat between them, the couple's tongues battling softly for dominance. Louis' eventually won out and the older boy gripped the sides of Harry's face, pulling him closer and carding his fingers through his hair. Harry tipped his head, giving Louis better access to his mouth.