Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#19

Title: Oh What A Feeling by Broken Bravery on Tumblr

Summary(kinda): Hope this is okay. It ended up more like a fill for one of the memes, but regardless, it's kinda cutesie?

It's Louis more than it is Harry, but nonetheless, both start getting crap for it. It starts a month into their tour, their new found relationship strong and passionate, closer than ever before.

The kisses are good, snogging is good, sex is good, everything is good.

Pet names mean more to them, love bites a stronger reassurance, hand holding a sparking touch. Kisses turn from friendly drunken pecks to long, languid movements that neither bother to stop, nor explain to the other boys who look at them ludicrously.

But one morning when Louis wakes up and his shirt is nowhere to be found (actually, he threw it off in their haste to get to the bedroom and will find it later on top of a cabinet) he just grabs Harry's jumper and slides it over him. It's loose, bigger than it should be, hanging down far below his waist. In fact, he almost looks like a girl in the movies on the morning after, where the sleeves fall past her hands and it slumps off one shoulder. Louis doesn't like the comparison, but he couldn't care less, because it smells like Hazza and oddly it feels like Hazza. It is Hazza, so he keeps it on.

And when Harry finds him and stops dead in his tracks, adoration, arousal and something else rather possessive lifting in his stomach, he can barely choke out the explanation as to why ("You...you just...need to...wear my clothes. More often. Do that.") before Louis pounces on him, straddling his waist on the couch and pressing firm kisses to his pink lips.

After that, it sort of becomes a thing, not that they'll admit it. At first it's at home, as soon as they get behind closed doors. Louis will strip down for a shower that Harry usually joins him for, tossing his shirt god knows where. And when they're done, tired and overwhelmed and heading to the living room for a cuppa and a cuddle, Louis will slip on whatever Harry was wearing, usually just a jumper over his boxers, or sometimes a white t-shirt that is far too baggy on him. It doesn't fit him right, it's not meant for him, and that's why this is perfect, so perfect, because it's Harry's. He feels warm, swaddled in the heat and soft scent of his boyfriend.

Harry does it too, occasionally. If Louis is wearing something a little less skin tight, a little less clingy, he'll slip it on. The first time it happens is a morning where he wakes up with Lou in his arms, gorgeous face bright in the warm sunlight. He leaves Louis to sleep, clambers out of bed and heads to the kitchen to make breakfast. But he passes Louis' discarded jumper on the floor, the white one that he has a nearly identical copy of, and smiles. Once he has it on, the feeling is instant; warmth, love, protection. He keeps that jumper on all day, even when Louis looks like he might die from sexual frustration while the boys are over for pizza and beer.

It becomes regular, to the point where they barely wear their own shirts anymore. Occasionally Louis will pull on a pair of Harry's sweatpants, one time his jeans that are far too baggy on him, but Harry just can't fit into Louis'. But with tops, they're always switching, finding new ones to pull on (and pull off), new ones to cuddle up in, warm and soft.

It's comfort when they need it; when the other is out getting groceries, or with some friends. Louis often stays home and finds himself curling up in one of Harry's even baggier sweaters, balling his fist in the sleeve and smelling it, smiling at the familiar cologne. It's adoration when they need it too; a silent reminder of their care, their love, when they're with the guys and can't say anything. They will tell them eventually, for sure. Just not now. And it's definitely a turn on when they need it; the sight of Louis in just Harry's long blue blazer is enough to send the younger boy's head spinning. Louis on the other hand, thinks that maybe peeling his tight clothes off Harry might be his new favorite thing in the world.