Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#22

Title: "I'm Practically His Babysitter Already" by ImSorryButWaht on AO3

Summary: The one where Louis gets sick and Harry has to watch over his Boobear.

Word Count: 3,932

Warning: Very fluffy:3

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"Harry, I'm home!" Louis yelled, shutting the door behind him. Instantly, Louis was warmed with the welcoming heat of the flat and the chocolatey smell of what could only be Harry's infamous triple chocolate chip cookies.

A smile lit up his face; he always looked forward to going home after a tiring interview. The woman that interviewed him tonight found it necessary to question Louis about Eleanor over and over again. It had started snowing a few days before as December took its toll on England. England was always cold, but no one was sure about a white December this year since it hadn't really snowed in November like it usually does.

With nippy weather, mind-blowing winds, and constant flurries, it was a given to get sick. Louis stayed inside as often as he could like Modest ordered, but sometimes he had to go out. All of the boys got tired of just staying in their flats when they're finally able to take a break.

Harry and Louis were forced in an interview to say that they weren't living together anymore as it was supporting all of the "Larry evidence" as Modest put it. That's the point, Louis had thought when Modest informed them they were to deny it to rid of these Larry rumours. To make it more realistic, Louis even posted on Twitter that he missed Harry.

The Tweet was true, at least, since Harry had been in Cheshire for a while to visit his Mum and Gemma, both of whom knew Louis' and Harry's real situation. None of the boys wanted to lie to their fans, but they had no choice most of the time. They couldn't predict what would happen if Harry and Louis came out to the world, so Modest wouldn't let them. Louis' thoughts were interrupted by a bang that resounded from the kitchen.

"Hazza? Are you alright?" Louis called, shedding his coat and hanging it up.

A certain curly-haired lad skipped from the kitchen with a wooden spoon in one hand and flour all down the floral apron he had tied around his waist. "Boobear!" Harry yelled, running to throw his arms tightly around his freezing cold boyfriend, giving Louis what warmth he could. Louis laughed, twining his arms around Harry's waist and looking up at the younger boy. "I missed you," Harry admitted, leaning down to press his lips to Louis' and Louis smiled because this is what he had been waiting for all day. For a few seconds, they let their lips mold together perfectly before Louis reluctantly pulled back a little to speak.

"I missed you, too," Louis bit his bottom lip, rubbing circles into Harry's hips with his thumbs.

"Good," Harry purred (well, he tried, but he still hadn't gotten the hang of it), placing an open-mouthed kiss on his boyfriends' neck. Louis' breath hitched and Harry pulled away, laughing with his dimples on full show.

Louis scowled, "You're such a tease, you know that?"

"Of course I do, you tell me every day," the younger lad winked; Louis huffed but he wasn't angry. It was impossible for him to ever be angry with the boy that made him fall hard and fast in love; plus the curly-haired boy was just too damn cute for his own good. "Come on," Harry grabbed his boyfriend's hand, "I'm making cookies. Would you like to help?"

"Sure although I doubt I'll be much help." Louis agreed, using his toes to take off his soaked boots. He threw the soggy shoes on the tile next to the front door along with his ruined socks; yes, he actually wore socks that day. That gives an idea about how cold it actually was.