Larry fluff and one shots

Thunderstorm

Summary: Harry and Louis get into a large fight and aren't speaking to each other, but when Harry wakes up reaching for Louis who isn't asleep beside him he instantly becomes worried as the only thing that Louis is terrified of, a storm, rages ruthlessly outside

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Harry and Louis rarely fought it's just that when they did the fights where awful. This one had been no different. Neither of them really knows how it even started but somehow dusk had faded into the dark night and the shouting hadn't stopped. Words where being thrown around as if they held no meaning at all, but deep down both boys were just speaking from a splintering heart.

" You know what Harry, I am so done having to wait up for you every single night. I am so done of hearing the same old excuses. I'm done of being on your back burner. I'm going to bed. And don't you even think about sleeping in that bed, the couch over there has your name written all over it buddy."

Louis stormed off upstairs and slammed the door. As soon as it was closed he dropped to the floor in defeat. It's nights like these that make him wish life was just a little bit simpler. He hated what he told Harry but truth be told if he came walking through the door right now Louis might just throw a tantrum.

Still sitting up against the door all the words Harry had said replayed in his brain. Annoying. Bratty. irresponsible. Needy. Slob. He knew deep down Harry probably hadn't meant all of it but the thought that Harry would even begin to think those things about him tore him into pieces. Tears began to fall down under the weight of the whole situation. Louis pulled himself up off the floor and walked over to the bathroom to change.

He walked passed Harry's side of the closet and kept hide eyes down on the floor, not meeting the clothes that had once hung perfectly off of Harry's perfectly sculpted body. When he reaches his own dresser he pulled out an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He shed the clothes that held the memories of the fight and put on the comforting clothes. Lastly, he grabbed a pair of socks and headed out into the bedroom.

He never realized just how big the room was until he sat in the middle of the gigantic bed all alone. He pulled the covers up to his face and laid down feeling empty. He turned to face the door so he didn't have to face the empty place in the bed that was meant for Harry. From where he laid he could see the faint glow of the hallway light signaling that Harry was still awake. He pushed all his antagonizing thoughts and shut his eyes. But not before a chill ran through his spine.

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Harry woke slightly and rolled over, reaching for Louis in his arms. He awoke when he landed on the hard wooden floor with a loud thud. It took a second before the events that had taken place earlier recalled in his brain. He cursed himself for the words he had called him, for being the one who was always home late, for not appreciating the perfect soul that was Louis.

It didn't take long before he realized why he had reached for Louis in his sleep. The wind was howling outside causing the windows to violently shake, while hard pellets of rain smashed against the windows sounding like bullets. A roast of thunder caused almost every piece of furniture to shake. Within seconds another bright flash of lightning illuminated the entire downstairs. For being a person who quite enjoyed little thunderstorms even this one scared the living daylights out of Harry. He knew this storm was a dangerous one.

Immdieantly Harry thought of Louis and ran upstairs. He knew that the one thing Louis could never handle by himself was a thunderstorm. His heart shattered into a million little pieces at the thought of Louis waking up to the storm all alone.