Happier With You || Larry Stylinson AU

19

"Get up! We're going out."

"Go awayyyy."

The room went silent for a moment, and then an unexpected gasp left me as a sudden weight was on top of me. I lifted the covers off to see a smiling Harold about ten inches from my face.

I couldn't help myself when I laughed. He was honestly, somehow just adorable and his dimples just made him even more damn attractive. "You comfy?"

"Yeah, I am actually."

And then he shifted and my eyes freaking bulged out of my head. I knew he felt it as well, as his eyes shifted down before they met my own again and god dammit.

"I'll uh- I'll get up now then yeah?"

"Yeah- right. I'm gonna go make us something to eat while you shower and stuff." He scrambled off of me, and it kind of made the situation worse from the friction that was made to actually do so.

He left the room with no more words spoken, and I rolled over and used the pillow to muffle my groan.

I got up a few moments later, pulling out some clothes for the day before making my way to the shower. Harry had told me he wanted to show me around the place he'd grown up in and I was kind of excited to hear what he got up to as a kid.

The bathroom already had that smell of soap and shampoo, meaning he'd probably taken one before he decided to dive on me and- well yeah.

I didn't waste anymore time, I flicked the nob of the shower and the water heated up in no time. I didn't hesitate to use his shower products like I'd done the first time, I probably actually used more than needed but oh well. I also- possible maybe, could have gotten myself off quickly, cursing my self when I accidentally moaned what I hoped was a quiet "fuck harry".

Shit happens.

I managed to get changed in record time, and a couple minutes later I was hopping down the steps. I hoped that the situation that had occurred earlier was out of his mind, I mean, sure we're close, but I'm not sure if he wanted to be that close.

"Lou? Is that you?"

"No, its the easter bunny."

"Kay. Well I'm making pan cakes."

"You're the best." I ruffled his hair as I passed him. He sighed as I did so, he likes people playing with his hair? I'll keep that in mind...

"Only when I cook for you" he grumbled. I opened the fridge, getting the milk out and making us both tea.

"We're so domestic.." He commented and I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Me, cooking break fast, you wake up and shower, make us both tea.. I mean, we're pretty much already married."

"I agree. We're pretty good at this aren't we?"

"Yeah, and I really love the word spouse."

I nodded my head in agreement. I'd never really thought about it, but spouse is actually a really weird, but nice word. "Should we argue now? Just for the sake of it?"

Harry took a sip from the cup I had just handed him. "What did I tell you? I hate milk in my tea.. God, you never get anything right do you?"

"You don't appreciate anything I do around here anymore!"

Harry stares at me, his eyebrows furrowed as he tries to contain his smile. I stared back into his eyes, attempting to muffle my laugh as well.

"You know what? Fuck you! You're on the couch tonight!"