H & Lou » larry

Chapter 1

Harry was sitting on their sofa, flipping through channels on the TV with one hand and rubbing Louis' legs (that were draped over his lap) with his other hand. He hadn't had time to just relax with Louis for a few weeks now and Louis had seemed to be contently working on paperwork for a new client at the clinic.

Harry had stopped his channel surfing when he'd stopped on Keeping Up With The Kardashians and he started watching. Louis tipped his head up slightly from his paperwork, his glasses sliding to the tip of his nose as he glanced at the screen, "you ogling over Kendall.. Again?" Louis chuckled. Harry grabbed the throw pillow from beside him and hit louis in the stomach with it.

"I do not ogle." Harry rolled his eyes.

"You do." Louis chuckled and turned his attention back to his paperwork. "She shouldn't have gotten her lips done, they look bad. She used to be a pretty girl."

"She's not ugly." Harry shrugged and Louis smiled, rolling his eyes.

"You ogle." Louis placed his paperwork on the coffee table and moved his legs apart slightly to let Harry slot himself comfortable between them, lying his head against Louis' chest. "Can we watch something worth watching?" He asked softly as he pressed a kiss on his head. "Netflix?"

"Mhm. Black Mirror, yeah?" Harry questioned, knowing his husband's preferences in film like the back of his hand. Louis just nodded as he pulled the throw blanket over the two of them. "This show messes with my brain." Harry mumbled as he put the remote onto the coffee table. Louis slid down slightly, resting his head against the couch arm as Harry continued to make himself comfortable.

The two watched in a comfortable silence. Louis started out rubbing Harry's back instinctively as his body was just so close, but his hand ended up resting on the back of harry's neck. Harry had fallen asleep halfway through the episode, as it just wasn't his cup of tea. But he loved moments like this. He loved Louis holding him and treating him like he was the best thing that's ever happened to him. Which was true. Harry was the best thing in Louis' life. Louis ended up turning off the tv and just holding Harry close, deciding he'd rather wake up with a neck cramp than wake Harry from whatever dream was causing the sleepy content smile on his face.

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"So babe, this guy's name is Niall right?" Louis was talking into the phone. Harry had his pressed between his shoulder and ear as he was making dinner for the two of them, his lecture had gotten cancelled so he had had the extra time to make a special in home date. "He's 19 and he's about six weeks along."

"19 huh? I've been telling you I've wanted a baby since I was 19." Harry pushed the stir fry around lazily, keeping an eye out for any burning.

"Harry." Louis warned. "We're trying."

"We aren't trying. We haven't had sex in weeks." Harry huffed, hoping he'd change that in the coming hours. "But carry on. What's so special about niall?"

Louis sighed, "Niall's a guitarist. He works for Liam Payne."

"Ooh, You should see if you can get us tickets." Harry chuckled softly and Louis rolled his eyes.

"I'll ask for you, darling... Oh, hey. I'm gonna be home a little late. Gina said Daisy Clarke just called in and is headed to the hospital."

Harry looked at their dinner and frowned, "Oh.. Is everything okay with her?"

"I'm sure. Just a bit of blood. I'm sure it's just some normal spotting."

"Well... I'll leave your plate in the microwave." Harry turned the burner off and began making his own plate. "I love you. I'll see you tonight."