Teach Me (Larry Stylinson)

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she's a lengthy one

With the end of the month coming around and Harry's birthday coming up soon Louis was busy at work trying to find Harry a gift. Harry was still trying to write his song, which wasn't coming along well.

Louis is up in his office, on his laptop, searching away for a birthday present for Harry. Bruce is laying underneath his desk, his head resting on his paws as Louis strokes his back absentmindedly with his foot.

Louis is jotting down ideas in his little notebook, his teeth digging into his bottom lip in concentration.

He's humming under his breathe as he writes down 'sex duh, breakfast in bed, guitar stuff, scary movies' Louis writes down some other things like socks and underwear because who doesn't love getting socks?

He certainly loved socks, he also thought it would be funny to see his Harry, walking around in pink fuzzy socks. Or blue socks with kittens on them, Louis finds himself giggling at the thought.

Louis isn't in love with any of his gift ideas so far and when he hears Harry sleepily call out for him, from his bedroom, he lets out a small squeal and reaches down to open one of his desk drawers.

He pulls on the handle of the drawer and it gets stuck halfway open, Louis frowns and gives it a harsh tug, it doesn't budge. He wiggles it and it slowly opens, Louis tosses his little notebook in there and then roughly shoves it closed. He'll have to get Harry to fix that.

Harry calls out for Louis again and he gets up from his chair and excitedly heads towards his room. Louis enters his room and is greeted with a messy haired, shirtless Harry, sprawled out over his bed.

"Where'd you run off to, princess?" Harry asks his voice raspy from sleep. "No where." Louis gives him a coy smile and then makes his way over to the bed.

Harry lifts the blankets and opens his arms, inviting him in. Louis climbs onto Harry's warm chest and sighs with content when he's wrapped up in the warm blanket.

"Did you need something?" Louis asks, looking up at Harry from his place on his chest. "No, I just wanted your pretty face to be the first thing I saw when I woke up." Harry says, his hand cupping Louis' face, his thumb pulling lightly at Louis' bottom lip.

"You're such a sap." Louis mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to Harry's thumb.

"Okay then, honestly I wanted to shove my dick in your mouth." Harry says seriously and Louis laughs and hits his chest. "Oh how charming of you." He giggles and Harry smiles and runs a hand through Louis' hair.

"What're the plans for today then, kitten?" Harry asks as he brushes back the hair from Louis' forehead.

"Well." Louis moves over and rests his chin on Harry's chest so he can look at him. "I was invited out for lunch by Zayn- don't make that face- and I was thinking of going with him."

Harry keeps his nose wrinkled and he just frowns at Louis before looking away dramatically "I guess I'll just eat lunch by myself then."

"Oh don't be that way, big head." Louis says with a pout, taking hold of Harry's face. "Don't call me big head." Harry grumbles and Louis giggles.

"I see you all of the time!" Louis says, pressing a kiss to Harry's pouty lips. "You see Zayn just as much." He argues and Louis groans and presses his head into Harry's neck.