Larry Stylinson One Shots

Let Me

"We finally get to be in a hotel tonight, Boo," Harry murmured into Louis' ear as he wrapped his arms around the older boy's waist, chin resting on his shoulder. Louis smiled.

"Yeah, I know. Can't wait to sleep in a proper bed."

Harry hummed, licking the tip of Louis' ear. "Gonna take care of you tonight, baby. If that's- if that's what you want, I mean."

Louis blushed, a shudder running down his spine. "I do want, Hazza." Then, in a whisper, "Please."

Harry couldn't contain his smile. The thought of taking care of Louis in that way again had had him counting down the hours until they could leave for the hotel. Subsequently, paying attention during the interviews had turned out to be extremely difficult. Harry hadn't been able to keep his mind from wandering, but Louis' subtle touches had always been there to bring him back.

"S'a plan then," Harry replied softly, pecking the nape of Louis' neck before detaching himself from him. "I'll figure out a way to get the, erm, supplies to the room. Reckon I can just put 'em in my duffel."

Harry's tone was hushed so that no else could hear them, but it was obvious they were having a private moment. Louis turned around and linked one of his hands in Harry's.

"Will it all fit? I can probly fit some in mine as well."

Harry shrugged. "I think it will, but we'll see."

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In the tour bus on the way to the hotel, Harry dumped his duffel bag onto his bunk. Dirty clothes spilled out, as well a phone charger missing its adapter, deodorant, lube, and some miscellaneous condoms. There were crisp crumbs littering the the bottom of the bag, and Harry found the wrapper tucked into the front pocket of his duffel.

Louis, who was sat on the bunk across from Harry's, wrinkled his nose at the stench emanating from the pile of dirty clothes,
"Want me to grab our stuffs from the loo?"

"Sure, Boo," Harry said as he started to search for some clean clothes for the morning. He had been wearing the same boxers for two days straight, so underwear was his first priority.

By the time Louis returned with both of their toothbrushes, a tube of toothpaste, and a comb, Harry had packed a clean pair of boxers and some jeans that he may or may not have worn yesterday. Either way, they were much more acceptable than anything that had just come out of his duffle bag.

"Thanks, baby," Harry took the toiletries from Louis and stuffed them into the bag along with the other miscellaneous items scattered on his bunk, and Louis set to work packing his own things.

"Hazza," he whispered after a few minutes, as the other boys were in and out of the bunks packing as well.

Harry hummed, quirking an eyebrow at Louis.

"Um- did you pack the stuffs yet?"

"Oh," Harry realized. "Not yet. I'll do that now."

Louis nodded, watching nervously as Harry bent down to retrieve the nappies and changing supplies that were hidden under his bunk behind several other things. Louis played watchman as Harry quickly tucked the supplies into his duffel, deciding to pack three nappies just in case. He hoped he wouldn't regret not packing more, but it was all he had room for anyway.

Louis breathed a sigh of relief once everything was packed away safely, and Harry smiled at him, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Louis' cheeks pinked, and he turned around to busy himself with his packing.

Once everyone were packed, Paul ushered them out of the tour bus, loading their bags into the trunk of his car. Harry climbed into the back, and Louis settled himself next to him in the middle seat. He easily could've sat in the other window seat, but he wanted to be as close to Harry as humanly possible.