It's Love {larry stylinson}

Chapter Seventeen .

*This chapter is gonna be quite chilled out, because it's been a while since Harry&Lou had some not-sad Harry&Lou Time. BEWARE: Some making out going on up in this chapter. ^.^ Typical Larry business, ya know!

>>> Some Ed Sheeran because he makes everything way more romantic ♥ >>>>

I woke up with brown curls splayed over my face. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.  

Harry's arm was wrapped around my waist and his face was pressed into my neck. His breathing was deep and even and light snores were muffled by my skin. I could even feel the slightest amount of drool escaping from his mouth.  

It was perfect.  

I yawned, stretching my arms above my head and then wrapping them around Harry once again. Harry Styles, my boyfriend. It was amazing what could come with a simple apology. We went from not talking to eachother for nearly a week, the worst week of my life, to falling asleep in eachothers arms. As I felt his hot breath on my neck I realized how flawless this was. I could stay here forever, with a mouthful of Harrys curls and my hand carressing his bare back. I could die here, right now, and to be honest, I wouldn't mind. I would die next to the most important person in my life. 

Harry stirred, rolling over and moaning. His face was riddled with sleep and he sighed loudly. His hand fumbled around until he found my leg.  

"You're here." He whispered, his eyes still shut tightly.  

"Yeah," I said whispering, not quite sure why we were speaking in hushed tones. 

"I thought it was a dream..." He whimpered, squeezing his eyes tighter.  

"Oh Harry," I sighed, sitting up. I let my face hover over his. "Open your eyes," He did as I said, slowly opening his eyes. The bright green of them shocked me and I realized that it was going to take getting used to be so up close to Harry's face, after admiring it from a distance for so long. 

"Look at me," I demanded, when I realized his gaze was set on the ceiling above my head. He looked directly into my eyes and grimaced. "What?" I said, suddenly worried.

"You... Have morning breath." He laughed. I stared at him in disbelieve. 

"You scared me, bum face." That made him laugh even harder. "You think it's funny, huh?" He nodded, wiping his tearful eyes. "Oh yeah?" I mumbled, than taking a deep breath and breathing right on his nose.  

"Ew! Louis, come on stop! You smell so bad!" He moaned, and I cackled mischievously.  

"Hm, if I smell so bad, I wonder how I taste!"  

Harry groaned and placed his hands over his mouth. I pryed them away with a humorous grin and pressed my lips against his. 

The moment my lips collided with his he stopped laughing and squirming under me and kissed me back.

The first kisses were chaste, and I was still surprised at the way his touch gave sent nervous tingles up my spine. I moved so I was sitting on top of him, my legs tucked on either side of his body. My kisses moved from his lips, trailing down his jaw and making their way to his neck. I stopped there, and lightly bit at the skin, causing him to sigh loudly. Averting my gaze down to the spot I was satisfied that the skin was turning red, forming a lovebite. The very first that I'd ever made upon his pale skin and hopefully not the last.

Moving my gaze I noticed the fading outline of another lovebite-- Emilie's. I frowned slightly, then bent my head down again and kissed the spot, biting over the old mark. A new outline was made, over the old one made on that terrible night.

My lips moved up and I nibbled his ear, pressing my hand against his chest. I could feel his heart beating erratically and I let out a giggle.

"Morning breath isn't so bad now, huh?" He let out a noise that could be classified as an agreement and I let my lips move back up, letting his mouth become the object of my kisses.

His teeth nicked at my bottom lip and his tongue licked the rim of my mouth and I let him in, noticing that even in the morning he tasted sweet. I let my hands explore the skin on his chest, trailing down to his waistband. My fingers traced the fabric of his boxers and his breath hitched.

"Louis..." He whispered, and I smiled against his lips.

And then the phone rang.

I parted from him and slapped my hand on my forehead, groaning. "Don't pick it up." Harry whispered, leaning up to make a move. I chuckled.

"You know they'll keep calling."He rolled his eyes, and I rolled off him, hopping off the bed to run downstairs to pick up the phone.

"Morning!" I breathed brightly into the phone, slightly out of breath from running full speed.

"'Ello, Louis!" A voice said cheerily back. It was Liam.

"What's up?" I asked, before I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I smiled and looked back to see Harry perching his head on my shoulder.

"Nothing, just checking in to see if you guys were okay." Surprisingly we were-- there had been no tabloids with headlines that read "Larry Stylinson Confirmed", and we hadn't been doing much but talking.

"We're fine." I chirped, feeling Harry's lips on my neck.

"You sound... happy."

"Yeah... Yeah, I am." I smiled, feeling his curls tickle my neck. His kisses crept to my ear and his hot breath sent shivers up my back.

"Hang up..." He whispered, nibbling my ear just as I had done before.

"Listen, I got to go. Thank you for calling though. It means a lot."

"Always, Louis. Have fun. The boys say hi." I smiled wider, happily rejoicing at the fact that I had people like the lads who cared about me. They always had the best intentions and looked out for me.

I hung up, placing the phone back into the receiver.

"Good," Harry said, spinning me around. "Now you're all mine." He enveloped me in his arms and smothered me in kisses.

And that's where I stayed, peacefully by his side for the entire day, deciding that this feeling was far better then pride.

Little did I know that it was always calm before the storm.