The Devil Wears Gucci - Larry Stylinson

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(A/N) I'm sorry this update was late, but I knew these few days were gonna be busy. Oh well, here's the update!! The next chapter is the final one, and again... I won't be able to update on Sunday. (I know it's a long wait, but we don't want this to be over yet, right? at least not meeee!) Anyway, have a great week!!! xxxx

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When Harry was on their flight back home, it hit him how much everything had changed. It felt like Paris fashion week lasted for a month, but they really were just seven days. Louis fell asleep as soon as the plane took off, so Harry took his time to wonder and imagine how things would run once they were settled in their everyday routine.

Alberto was already waiting for them at the airport when they landed.

"To Louis house first, please," Harry told him.

"Do you want to stay over?" Louis asked quietly.

Harry replied with a soft "yeah," and a smile on his face.

So when they reached Louis' home, they asked Alberto to help them with all of their bags and sent him on his way.

All Harry had seen from the house was the ground floor -the hall, kitchen, and living room, thanks to his deliveries of the 'Book' and his time spent with the twins. So he felt tingly when Louis just smiled and took Harry's hand, leading him to his room.

Then Louis offered him his bathroom, so Harry took a quick shower (letting himself use Louis' shampoo so his own hair could smell like his) while Louis went for a shower in the guest bedroom.

Soon both of them were under Louis' covers wrapped around each other, too tired from the trip to share more than a few cuddles. Harry fell asleep almost instantly, since he did not get any sleep on the plane.

In the morning, Louis' alarm woke them both.

Harry groaned and stretched his limbs on the bed, however, Louis just cuddled more into Harry and sighed refusing to open his eyes.

"We have to get up, Lou," Harry said ruffling Louis' hair.

"No," Louis groaned.

"Well, I do,"

"You don't. Call in sick," Louis replied opening his eyes.

Harry chuckled, "Have you met my boss? I could never afford a fake sick day,"

"Oh, fuck him," Louis rolled his eyes and batted his hand.

Harry smirked, "Been there, done that,"

Louis laughed as he pulled Harry in for a kiss.

"I do need to go. I want to go get fresh clothes at my place. All I've got is dirty luggage," Harry spoke. "I'll order some breakfast to be delivered to us at the office. I don't think you're up to cooking, and I'd bet your fridge isn't proper stocked either,"

"Will you do my groceries today?" Louis smiled and put on a show of puppy-eyes

"I mean, if you want me to," Harry shrugged

Louis laughed again, "I'm totally kidding. You know Evelyn does that,"

"Oh, sure. I was going to ask if you wanted to come over to mine to have dinner tonight. But if you're getting your fridge filled today..."

Louis interrupted him with another laugh, "Harry, I'd love to go to your place,"

"Even if it is, like, a tenth of what your place is?"

"That's more than enough if I'm with you,"

Harry smiled and bent to give Louis one last kiss.

"Okay, gotta run now," he said and got out of bed to put on last night's clothes before rushing out.