Larry fics

Be My Melody

BE MY MELODY

 

 

one shot / reality / smut / nc-17

summary:Louis is soft skin, poorly made cups of tea, tinkling piano keys and jumpers that swallow him whole.

Harry is tickle fights, late nights, baked goods, stupid telly, and a warm pillow.

Now all they both want is to be the other’s forever.

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The sky was grey, the pavement was wet and if you asked Harry he would tell you that it smelt a little bit like sadness and felt a whole lot like his mood.

Days like this dragged on, days where the blinding flashes of a camera weren’t there to numb you for a bit, where you didn’t have interviews and gigs to distract you from yourself, days that gave you time to think, days that you had to get out and move before you were crushed and paralyzed under the agonizing feeling of being alone.

Days like this were worse for Harry because his mind was his own worst enemy and anywhere he went magazine covers, and people that recognised him were there to feed the beast that was already always there telling him and reminding him of what he didn’t have.

Being a part of something so large had its benefits, he had made four amazing friends and he could treat his family to everything that they deserved, but it also had its downfalls.

He couldn’t sleep the day away if he felt like it without his phone alerting him that he was needed for something.

He couldn’t hang out with his friends without being papped and bothered about whether his friend was his latest shag.

Worst of all, he couldn’t mope around about his unrequited love and pining when the soul purpose of his pathetic love life was one room over fooling around with the tinkling keys on the piano, lounging on the couch watching footy in a jumper that swallowed him whole, failing to make an actual cup of tea in the kitchen, or nuzzling his way under Harry’s covers for a cuddle.

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When Harry opened the door to his and Louis’ shared flat he could hear the soft sound of the Grande piano being played upstairs indicating that Louis was definitely home and Harry’s heart is definitely beating lighter and faster.

He set his keys down and made his way up their spiral staircase and down the hall to the room that was reserved specifically for their instruments. Harry himself had his guitars in there, sheet music, and there was even a recording booth in the corner furthest from the door. Louis had a grande piano that sat in the middle of the wide space that would usually be lit up by the tall windows. Today though as Harry opened the door and peaked his head in he found Louis with the drapes pulled shut and the space dimly lit with one of the lamps in the room.

The atmosphere could only be described as soft. The room had shadows cast where light didn’t quite reach. It was warm, the light only wrapped itself around what needed to be seen, the rest was hidden in the dark. Most importantly the soft sound of music drifted throughout the room. It was like art, Harry thought. Only the most important things were on display, nothing to take away from the music that Louis was creating. Nothing took away from Louis.