Larry fics

Louis' Harry

Louis’ Harry

possibly the fluffiest thing i have ever written. please don’t die at the cheese factor. 

"Lou," Harry whispers, his voice husky, glancing up you. You’re cuddled in bed, relaxing together, catching your breath from your heavy sex session. "Yeah babe?" You answer, your fingers not pausing in their gentle caresses of your boyfriend’s curls.

"Do you.. Do you remember when you told me," he begins hesitantly, unsure. "Do you remember when you said that your Harry is different from the public’s Harry? That the Harry you know is different from the Harry everyone else knows?" He bites his lip, unsure of your response.

"Babe, you know I didn’t mean that in a bad way, right?" You ask gently, you never wanted him to think that was a bad thing. You just merely noticed that he’s different with you than with others.

"No, I know that," he assures you, "I was just wondering.." He trails off, again pulling his bottom lip in between his white teeth.

"Yeah…?" You prompt, gently urging him to continue.

"Will you tell me about him?" he whispers, "Tell me about your Harry." You glance down at him, his wide green eyes meeting your sparkling blues. His face is earnest, open, waiting. He wants you to tell him about your Harry. So you do.

"My Harry likes to dance around in his underwear. He likes to bake me things and he sings obnoxiously loud in the shower. He loves to wear my clothes and ironing relaxes him. He loves to be hugged from behind, and he tells me he hates it when I tickle him, but we both know he loves it, so I don’t stop. When he gets really mad, he cries, and that embarrasses him, but I love it. Sometimes he needs to be left alone and sometimes he just needs to be held. Sometimes he misses his old life, and as much as he might scream and yell and beg for it back, we both know he wouldn’t trade it for anything. He always falls asleep in the car, and he gets horny when he’s drunk," you smirk at him, pushing your hand through his hair, and he let’s out a sound close to a purr. "He can’t hold his alcohol very well. People think he likes to go out and party, but he actually prefers to stay in and watch a movie. He thinks management should fuck themselves, and he likes to be controlled in the bedroom. He’s self conscious," you say, your voice lowering, "about a lot of things. He tries to cover his ‘extra nipples’ when I undress him, he says they make him look weird. I think they make him more perfect than he already is. He’s afraid of toasters, he’s convinced they’ll burn him. He’s really smart, but he’d never tell you. He can add things up and work things out in his head really fast, and he did fantastic in school," he’s blushing now, but all you do is kiss his forehead and carry on. "He loves the rain, its his favorite weather. He wants to have sex on the beach, but he’s afraid sand will get in places he doesn’t want it," he flushes and you smirk, "he’s sensitive," you say, whispering, "he wants to be the person who doesn’t let what other people say affect him, but it does get to him. Sometimes, he gets really upset, and he cries into my chest. He tells me he loves me when I really don’t deserve his love. He knows exactly how to turn me on, and he does it without realizing it all the time. He’s huge,” you say, and he giggles and buries his head in your shoulder, and tells you to shut up. You laugh too, but keep going, “he drives me crazy sometimes. He can make me so mad one minute and have me begging his forgiveness for something I didn’t even do the next. But I can’t stay mad at him, ever. I love him too much. He has a smattering of freckles on his inner thigh, and that area is really sensitive. When he gets desperate, he will tell me. He loves when we take baths together, he thinks its almost more intimate than sex,” you pause, and he looks up, and you catch his eyes. He’s glowing, his eyes sparkling. “He loves and hates cold weather, loves it because we can snuggle and have a fire, and hates it because he likes being naked and cold weather requires clothes. And for that reason exactly, I hate cold weather too.”