Larry Stylinson Book

You're Perfect⭐

(Disclaimer this is so cute that you might just die😊)

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Word count-1351

Summary:

Louis does not think he's perfect but when Harry sees him wrapped up in his huge sweater he can't believe that this boy does not know how perfect he is. So he tells him...
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"I'm thoroughly exhausted" announced Louis as he and Harry entered their flat. He took off his coat and dropped on the ground in a crumpled heap.

Harry came in behind him and hung his coat on it's appropriate hanger, then picked up Louis's and hung it next his, a routine habit.

"Me too," said Harry, running a hand through his curls and flopping down onto the white comforter on the bed in their bedroom.

"Lou?" he called.

"Yeah?" Louis replied from the kitchen.

"Will you make me some tea?"

he asked, throat still a little sore from all the concerts they had been doing mixed with a case of the common cold. He tried to make himself sound pitiful as possible in the hopes that his boyfriend would comply out of sympathy.

"I'm already on it, love" Louis called immediately.

He hummed a bit while he waited for the water to boil. Deciding he had a big enough time frame, he padded to the laundry room to change out of his tight jeans and button-up. He pulled off his pants and threw them towards the dirty pile. They landed just outside the basket. Louis decided it was good enough. He searched through the piles of his clean laundry that he had been putting off putting away.

Nothing seemed to quite match his I'm so drained right now I just want to curl up in a ball and die sort of mood.

Then one of Harry's cardigans hanging in the corner caught his eye. Louis pulled off his shirt and slipped into the knitted comfort of Harry's sweater. It was dark greenish-grey and had big buttons down the front. He liked this sweater particularly because it offset the green of Harry's eyes. The cardi hung loosely on his frame, skimming mid-thigh and hung low enough to see the words scrawled across his chest. It's chunky fabric made Louis happy enough that he decided against pants and left the laundry room with only the sweater and his boxer briefs (not that you could see them).

He made the tea (two sugars for Harry and three seconds of honey for Lou) and brought the cups into their bedroom.

Harry lay sprawled on the comforter, long limbs stretched across the white cotton. He had removed his brown boots that Louis resented but hadn't gotten to his black skinnies and flannel shirt.

"Get up, you lazy bum" Louis huffed, nudging the mattress with his knee.

"This tea is hot."

Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up. When he looked at Louis his mouth hung open a little and he blinked slowly, taking in the god standing before him.

Harry stared at Louis, who set the teacups down and put his hands on his hips. The bulky material that gathered around Lou's hands made his little waist look even more prominent than normal. Harry bit his lip.

"What?" Louis demanded. Harry only continued to look him up and down.

"You are utterly perfect" Harry mumbled, still ogling. Louis shook his head a little bit and looked down at his feet. He was not perfect. Far from it actually. He was certainly not feeling anywhere near attractive today.