The Love We Share: L.S one-shots

Won't You Carry Me Away

By: PearlyDewdrops

5,975 words

Summary:

Louis decided to test out a bed in IKEA and ends up falling asleep, startling one very beautiful, whimsical boy named Harry. Of course, romance quickly ensues.

Start:

Louis Tomlinson, heavy-lidded and irritatingly craving nicotine, finds himself wandering through the aisles of IKEA straight from his shift at a well known brand of coffee shop he unfortunately works at, hands still unpleasantly sticky from squeezing bottles of caramel syrup all day, the aroma of coffee beans likely having buried itself in Louis' windswept hair. He'd meant to come here sometime during next week, but alas shift work is a bitch and so now's the most convenient time.

(Though he's going to have a heck of a time getting a damn bed and mattress into his poxy car. He'll worry about that later.)

Louis checks the time on his phone. It's almost seven. Good, okay. The store doesn't close until ten so he's got a few hours yet.

A couple of hours until he leaves here with nothing, probably.

With his earbuds in and Vampire Weekend distracting Louis from the stale, stark pale walls, amongst a collection of diverse shades of wooden bed frames and other minimal bedroom furniture both stylish and practical, Louis pads around the shiny cream floors in just his crimson and white polka dot socks, a black marble jumper practically swallowing his slight frame.

He's got a pair of his black Vans dangling in one hand, and the other holding onto his phone, twice the size of it, and comes to an abrupt stop, pausing to closely study a plump, spotlessly white mattress on a pine wooden bed frame as though it may as well hold the secrets to the universe, languid features and sluggish muscles struggling to muster up an expression that doesn't signal Louis is about to collapse right here in the mattress aisle to a passerby.

Because buying the right mattress, along with the right bed frame is a very important decision for Louis. He's got a new flat, new flatmates, a new degree and Louis is excited to start his new life, independent and broke as fuck, probably munching on nothing but cornflakes and nutrition bars, and living off five cups of tea a day.

(Let the good times roll.)

See, buying the wrong mattress will result in many a miserable, uncomfortable, restless night, and is likely to induce insomnia and certain anxious thoughts and melancholy feelings that Louis really doesn't want to think about, (unless needed for a highly depressing piece of prose) would really rather shove down to the furthest depths of his darkest and deepest innards.

Everything rests on the right mattress and this one simply won't do in Louis' humble opinion.

Yes, so it's firm and sturdy enough, but the springs are still clearly present on the surface and no, Louis can't have that, and so he moves onto the next one beside it, plonking his shoes down onto the floor by his socked feet, and presses a hand down onto the slightly scratchy duvet covering the mattress.

Despite its texture, it's enticingly comfortable looking, almost begging Louis to get in and bury himself under the covers, snuggle in and pretend it's socially acceptable to get into a bed, fully clothed in public inside an IKEA store.

Or perhaps that's just another hint that he's overwhelmingly tired from his chaotic, stuffy shift today that he's actually, seriously, contemplating this idea.

Then his eyes regrettably fall to the price tag.

Well. Moving on then.

Louis wanders around some more, eyes scanning his contemporary surroundings, as he approaches the bedroom set ups, and notices there seems to be very few people around at this time of the evening. Louis shrugs, coming up to stand in front of an incredibly plush, modern set up. The king-size bedspread is bright purple, regal and luxurious, several big pillows in shades of hot pink, mauve and white propped at the head of the clean, white bed frame. The bedroom's display is dimly lit, with fancy, triangular, abstract lamps that are so tall, Louis has to tilt his head to get a look at them. They're placed on either side of the massive sleeping area's bedside drawers, scattered artsy frames with artwork in that Louis' not too keen on, hanging above the bed on the opposite wall. A cream, oval shaped chair sits in the corner, along with the a white wooden wardrobe. Everything of course is for sale, price tags stuck to the items.