One Day Maybe - Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

LOUIS

Minutes seem like hours. Harry doesn't really know what to do since his excitement nearly drives him crazy. He paces around, looks out of the window, scrolls through his phone, sits down on the sofa, gets up, reads a few lines in his new book but he can't really concentrate on anything. He jumps up from the sofa as he hears a quiet knock and practically runs to the door. He almost stumbles over his huge brown bag he has put in the middle of the floor. Harry flings the door open and Louis steps inside. Harry gasps at his view since Louis looks so cute and soft and wonderful that he's speechless. He just stares at him as he sneaks in quickly, gets rid of his rucksack and smiles at Harry, pushing his chin up gently in order to close his mouth.

That's the moment when Harry wakes up from his daydream. He wraps his arms around Louis forcefully, pressing him against his body. "Thank god," Harry says into his hair, "I'm so happy that you're finally here. I missed you so much."

Louis buries his head into the crook of Harry's neck and presses a tiny kiss onto the soft skin. "Finally," he whispers, caressing Harry's back with one hand. Harry kisses Louis' hair and wraps his arms tighter around the boys' torso. His heart is hammering in his chest because he's so nervous and it's such an exciting but also soothing feeling to hold Louis in his arms again.

"I missed you so much," Harry whispers back as he pulls away a little bit so that they look each other in the eyes. "All the time," he repeats as he brushes a streak out of Louis' face. He cups it with the palms of his hands and caresses Louis' cheeks with his thumbs. Louis gulps as Harry's eyes wander across his face. The younger boy leans down to kiss Louis' forehead and pulls him closer again. Louis slides his hands down to Harry's hips where he carefully pushes his shirt up and rests his hands on Harry's warm skin.

"It's so good to feel you again," Louis says as he caresses Harry's lower back.

"I missed your touch," Harry says as he pulls back to look Louis in the eyes again.

"I love you baby," Louis tells him, "I love you so much." Louis takes a deep breath as he nuzzles into Harry's broad chest. Harry holds him for a while, kisses his hair and massages his neck a little bit. "If you continue doing that I'm . . . I'm going to fall asleep right here," Louis mumbles.

Harry chuckles. "I wouldn't mind holding you while you're sleeping," he says quietly and Louis lets out a sigh. The boy holds his head up and gives Harry a sweet smile. "I'd love that."

"Later baby, later," Harry tells Louis as he pulls back a little to observe his face again. He hasn't seen him for so long; it nearly seems as if he had to discover every detail of Louis' look again. Every inch of his face looks beautiful: his blue eyes, his cute little fringe that covers half of his forehead, the three little freckles next to his mouth and nose, his lips, his three day's growth on his chin.

Harry presses his forehead against Louis' and bites his lower lip. "I want to kiss you," he tells him before he lets his lips brush over Louis softly. Harry closes his eyes as he feels Louis' tongue against them. He parts his lips as he moves them against Louis' who replies to the kiss in a way that feels so special that Harry can feel the electricity of it all over his body. Slow, French kisses have always been his favorite and with Louis, those kisses always feel like heaven and paradise together. Louis' tongue and lips brush against Harry's again and again, creating a perfect match. Louis holds Harry's face in his hands as he continues to kiss him. When they stop to get some air, Harry bites his lower lip, expecting more and Louis gives him what he craves for.

"God I missed this," Louis sighs when they stop kissing. "Watching your lips through the screen was torture."

Harry nods and takes Louis' hand. "Come with me," he says quietly. He leads Louis to the sofa near the window where he sits down comfortably, resting his back against the decorative pillows. When Louis sits down too, Harry pulls him close so that he can lean against his chest. "I don't want to waste any time with you," Harry says into Louis' ear and wraps his hands around Louis' tummy. He kisses his hair, his cheek and leans his against Louis'. Louis sighs. He nuzzles closer to Harry, presses his nose against his neck and inhales his smell. Softly, he presses a cute kiss onto the warm skin of Harry's neck. He takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes. "You look so cute," Harry remarks quietly, brushing a strand of hair out of Louis' forehead gently. The older boy smiles but doesn't open his eyes. Harry enjoys the warmth, the closeness, just being with him. He gently scratches Louis' hair what makes him calm down slowly.

"This feels so good," Louis mumbles sleepy. Harry kisses Louis' temple and wraps his arms around the boy tighter. "I wish we could stay like this forever," he whispers quietly.

"Me too," Harry answers as he closes his eyes, leaning his head against Louis'. It doesn't take long until he drifts off to sleep while he's listening to Louis' even breathing.