Larry Stylinson One Shots

baby, you have to be sure (date # 5)

yo guys, me again. :) this is date five and, most likely, the last date in my date series, unless all you guys convince me that you want more, that I have to write more. more smut in this one yay. ummmmm yeah. thanks for staying with me all through this. I really don't know what else to say here.

votes are welcome, but what I'm really looking for are comments. what are your guyses thoughts? do you want me to write more? should i post my genderfluid!Harry fic on here? all that wonderful stuff.

WARNING !!  Harry has asthma and though he hasn't had a problem with it in a long time, it shows up here. he doesn't have an asthma attack, per say, according to him anyways, but still. if that's triggering for you than here is your warning for that.

title taken from Be My Lover by La Bouche. not edited because I got bored and decided to hurry and post this for you all. I'm not proud of the ending, but here it is. love you guys !!

 -- Kat Xx

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Harry can’t breathe.

Okay, that’s a lie. Harry can breath, but he’s close to feeling like he can’t, and his fucking inhaler isn’t in the glove box. Fuck. Louis’ expecting him to come up any minute now and he can’t walk up there wheezing like an idiot.

The only thing Harry can think of is calling Zayn, because if he were to call Perrie, she’d freak. He fumbles for his phone and it takes forever to pull up Zayn’s contact and press call, but eventually he does. He returns to pulling out all the receipts and extra cords from the glove box while it rings.

“Haz?” Zayn answers.

“Z,” Harry gasps, flopping back into the driver’s seat and pressing his free hand hard over his chest. “Wh-where’s my inhaler?”

Fuck, he’s breathing really hard now, and it’s been years since he’s had an asthma attack. This isn’t even an asthma attack – Harry would know and they are not fun. He’d been psyching himself up into finally going in and finding Louis’ office. It doesn’t sound like much of a task, but Harry is nervous as fuck, okay, and he’s about to ask Louis to be his boyfriend in a couple of hours, so of course he’s going to have a little bit of a freak.

Zayn sounds a bit panicked when he says, “The little pouch under the seat. Fuck, I hid it in there so it wouldn’t get stolen or anything. Harry are…”

Harry drops the phone in his lap, reaching under his seat and searching for the soft material of the blue pouch. When he finds it, it only takes four seconds before he’s pulling it out and bringing it to his mouth.

Instantly Harry’s lungs feel better, after inhaling, and Harry’s face is cooling off. He can hear Zayn shouting, so he picks up the phone. “Yeah,” he pants out. “’M alright now.”

“What happened?” Zayn sounds relieved, but maybe there’s a bit of pissed off hidden in there. Harry doesn’t feel like trying to find it.

“Just got really nervous.” Zayn and Perrie know about what Harry is planning, and he glances over to the passenger seat at the little purple box containing Louis’ blue scarf. “Was about to go up and get him.”

“Babe,” Zayn sighs. “You’ll be alright now? Please promise me you won’t have an asthma attack when he’s fucking you.”

Harry gasps. “Zayn!” he whisper yells, sits up straighter. That’s. No. Harry shakes his head while packing his inhaler away. He’s quick while doing so, snatching up the box and hiding it under his seat next to his inhaler.