1D & 5sos One Shots

One Night (Stand By Me) [Larry-AU]

One Night (Stand By Me) [Larry-AU]~

Harry Styles’ mother raised his sister and him to be respectful. She also raised them alone. Harry always thought that perhaps it was the respect he had for his mother that allowed him to recuperate it towards others so well.

Despite the fact Harry could probably guess at the answer to his own question, he often wondered if his mother thought having one night stands was respectful. Not that he would ever, like, ask her about it. Harry knew his sister, Gemma, didn’t do that kind of thing, because it isn’t classy, or whatever. However, Harry is a single, successful guy in his twenties with a kick-ass best friend, and plenty of money and time to blow at clubs on the weekends.

Let’s just say one night stands were more than just his thing.

Waking up Saturday morning next to a stranger wasn’t an unusual occurrence for Harry. The man was still asleep, full eyelashes resting gently against his cheeks, his pale, pink lips parted slightly as he breathed in and out steadily. His hands were barely peaking out over the sleeves of Harry’s favorite sweater.

(“Haaarrrryyyy, I’m cold,”

 

“Then get over here and let me cuddle you,”

 

…

 

“…’M still cold,”

 

“For Christ’s sake, fine… Here, baby, now you warm enough?”

 

“Yeah. Thank you,”

 

“Mmm you’re welcome, Lou. You still have to cuddle with me, you know.”)

Harry remembered Lou being short for Louis. He remembered loaning him the sweater because he had been chilly. He remembered Louis being the only person he had ever fucked, and then stayed up and talked to afterwards. They lie in bed, Louis using Harry’s chest as a pillow, for hours after they finished, whispering and giggling like mad about the stupidest yet most important things.

Now all Harry could think about was the dull pain pushing against his skull, and how pretty Louis looked.

“’The fuck you lookin’ at, Styles,” Louis mumbled, minutes later, eyes still shut.

Harry couldn’t help the smiled that stretched across his face. “You ready to get up? ‘S like, around nine I think. I could make you breakfast. Well, Zayn could make you breakfast, I can’t really—”

“Shhhhh,” Louis interrupted Harry’s offerings, rolling over to face away from him. After waiting a few seconds, Louis reached behind himself to guide Harry’s arm over his waist. Harry let out a breathy laugh, not understanding the flutter of nervous and happy butterflies in his tummy. Choosing to ignore them, Harry accepted Louis’ request, and spooned the smaller man for an hour or so. Then, Harry’s stomach growled loudly.

Louis sighed deeply. “Alright, we can get up now.”