Don't Say Goodbye - Larry Stylinson One Shot

[Harry’s P.O.V]

I awoke to one of my favorite smells. Louis. I allowed my eyes to flutter open to take in my surroundings. I was curled up against Louis’ chest, and one of his arms was draped across my hip. It was then I remembered the night before and demanding he hold me until I fell asleep, considering he was leaving to visit his mum today where she was staying in the U.S for the summer. And then I was saddened. I was going to be all by myself when night rolled around. Which meant I wasn’t going to be sleeping very well for about a week. Snuggling closer, I pressed my face into his chest and clutched at the thin t-shirt he’d worn to bed. He gave a sudden intake of breath and a slight jolt, alerting me that I’d woken him up.

His arm on my waist tightened, pulling me even closer if that were possible, "Morning."

"Nope. Let’s just go back to sleep," I mumbled into his chest, not wanting our cuddle to end.

"I know love… I wish we could stay here, too. But we’ve got a lot of ground to cover before I leave this evening," his fingers ran gently through my curls.

"Take me with you," I pressed a kiss to his collar bone.

"Mmm…" he pulled away slightly before dipping his head forward to press his lips to mine. "I can’t…" he sighed against my lips.

I pulled away, "I know…"

"If management would let me, though… Mum and the girls would love you to visit. You’re family to them, too, you know?" Louis’ tone was filled with guilt.

"It’s not your fault. It’s mine. If I didn’t feel the need to follow you around all the time then management wouldn’t have said we’ve been spending too much time together. Wouldn’t have said that the fans were getting suspicious," I studied his face.

Louis rolled his eyes, "Maybe we should just announce our love to each other today while we’re out. Give management a taste of their own medicine."

"And then we’d get our arses kicked," I ran my hand over my face.

"Unfortunately, yeah, we probably would," Louis groaned. He then proceeded to untangle me from him so he could sit up.

"No, Boobear…" I whimpered, reaching out to wrap my arms around his torso, my cheek pressed to his hip.

He laughed, petting my hair, "Silly Hazza! We’re going on an adventure! We gotta get up and get dressed!" he gently unwrapped my arms and slid off the bed, sauntering over to the dresser to pull out some clothing. I rolled onto my stomach horizontally across the bed and propped myself up on my elbows to watch him. He slipped on a navy blue v-neck and some grey sweats.

"Classy," I noted.

"Hey. I’m gonna be on a plane for like 6 hours. I’m going comfortably EVERYWHERE today," Louis brushed his fringe out of his face.

"I never said it wasn’t sexy," I crawled off the bed and sidled over to him. I gave him a beaming smile, pushing him forward against the dresser so I could flatten myself against him. As I pressed my lips to his, he gently pulled us away from the dresser so he could open the drawer that held my clothes. I shook my head. "I’ll just go in this," I pulled away so I could motion to my body, clothed in basically nothing but boxers.

"It’s very bold," Louis nodded approvingly. "You work that look well, Styles."

"Give me some clothes, you loon," I slipped away and walked over to sit on the bed again.

I watched as he pulled out a pair of tight brown trousers and a grey t-shirt. He held them up questioningly, and I shrugged. Before I could react, they were being tossed at me, and they landed perfectly on my head. He snickered.