Hairy Styles (Larry Stylinson)

Hairy Styles

A/N: A little larry fan art I thought went along nicely with this one shot <3 <3 -------------->

Harry's POV

Niall’s head flicked confusedly back and forth, the Irish boy frantically searching the room for the missing piece of clothing. Louis watched him with an amused glint in his pretty blue eyes.

“Where is it Lou, I know you put it somewhere!” Niall exclaimed in slight panic.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Nialler.” He said smugly. I giggled into his stomach. It was about fifteen minutes until we went to perform on Jimmy Fallon and Louis thought it would be funny to hide Niall’s shirt twenty minutes prior. And it sure as hell was funny seeing the flustered blond haired boy panicking around the room in a hurry.

“C’mon Louis, give the poor boy his shirt back." Zayn chuckled from across the room. I laughed again, shifting myself in Louis’ lap until my face was burrowed in his torso. We were currently sprawled across the only couch in the small room, me laying in the boys lap and legs thrown carelessly to the side. His hand was entangled in my hair, the other resting loosely on my side.

“But then I’d have to move, and I’m kinda pinned under a Hazza.” He smiled fondly down at me. I blushed.

Suddenly, Niall was in front of the couch, wrenching me from Louis hold. I yelped.

“Hey!” Louis exclaimed. Niall pulled me into a tight headlock, knocking my fedora to the floor.

“Give me my shirt or the curly boy gets it." he threatened teasingly. I squirmed in his hold, unable to escape his vice like grip. Louis glared at him. Then, an idea sprung into my mind. I reached over and tugged roughly on a tuft f his chest hair. A scream left his mouth and Louis beamed, standing up. Niall let go and I bounded into his awaiting arms.

“That’s my Hazzabear.” Louis stroked my hair. I grinned down at him.

“You really should give him his shirt back Lou.” I told him softly. “We only have ten minutes left.”

Louis gave into my pleading words then, yanking the shirt from a crack in the couch. Niall threw it over his head before scampering off to stand with Zayn.

“You’re so whipped.” Liam chuckled from the right. I leaned down to snuggle into his neck.

“I know.” Louis said quietly. I kissed his neck tenderly, smiling lovingly against his skin. Louis chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Five minutes, boys come here and put your ears in.” Paul’s voice came from the door. I sighed, releasing the hold on my boyfriend with a pout. He chuckled. “You look too cute with that pout, babe. It’s killing me.” I giggled.

“That was my plan” I whispered, coming closer. Louis gasped.

“To kill me?”

“Noo!” I whined. “To look cute.”

“You look cute all the time.” He crooned, pinching my cheeks. I laughed, revealing my dimples. He pressed his thumbs in each one.

“See?” he whispered. “Adorable.”

I connected our lips, giving him a short but sweet kiss. We pulled back with a smack, cheeks flushed.

“Oi! Quit canoodling and get out here, Larry.” Niall shouted from the other room. We laughed loudly, Louis pecking my lips once more before sauntering from the room. I shook my head. I was so far gone for that boy.

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The familiar rush of adrenaline faded from my veins as we belted out the last verse of night changes, my personal favourite song from the entire album. Louis looked over at me from the other side of the stage, giving me a fond to which I returned. But just as Jimmy started to thank and congratulate us, I couldn’t help but overhear some rude whispers from the front of the crowd. Frowning, I listened closer.