Little Things // A Larry Stylinson Faniction

Twelve

A/N: Hey! I haven't done an a/n for a while, so hi! This is more of a disclaimer before y'all get angry at me. Eleanor is portrayed as a bit of a bitch in this, which, in the end, helps the storyline. I'm not trying to say that's how Eleanor is in real life, I just needed it for the plot lol :) But anyway, stan El bc she's constantly giving us good Louis content!! TPWK y'all

~me <3

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I can't sleep. I toss and turn, but the old man still haunts my visions. I try to keep quiet for Louis' sake, but I can't help but writhe in between my sheets, perspiration clinging to my forehead. Selene is kissing my shoulders through the curtains, willing me it's going to be alright. But I don't know.

I'm jolted awake, a nightmare swimming through my head. Louis is at my bedside, holding my hand, his eyes wide with fear. There are a few tears in his eyes, and it scares me.

"Lou?" I ask, slowly sitting up.

"Shh, it's okay," He whispers, "you were screaming and thrashing around and I didn't know what to do." His lip trembles slightly, and I want to take his jaw and kiss him. But I can't.

"Why are you like this?" I whisper suddenly, and Louis looks slightly taken aback.

"Like what?"

"Suddenly all nice and caring?"

"I-" He stops to think. It's funny- all of a sudden he's speechless, when normally he's jabbering away, or throwing back bitchy remarks.

"I dunno," He finishes, not looking me in the eye, "I guess I realised how much you've done for me, and how I've been a dick. And I guess you look pretty cute doing it." I suck in a breath before continuing.

"What about Eleanor?"

"She's gone," He says quickly, making sure I know it's true.

"Where?"

"Away." I want to believe him- I really do. His blue puppy dog eyes beg me to, so I have to. I giggle slightly when he kisses my hand like a true gentleman.

And then, suddenly, he's climbing into bed next to me, his cold feet freezing on my hot skin.

"What are you doing?" I hiss, the sudden cold burning.

"Well, you're having nightmares. I can't just leave you." I smile. It's slightly endearing, having him be so caring all of a sudden. Maybe I finally matter. I slowly slip back into the sheets, and I feel Louis' arms wrapping around me from behind. His breath is hot on my neck, and goosebumps travel down my arms. I can feel his little feet just reaching my mid-calf, and I chuckle, realising how truly small he is. His chin rests softly on top of my head, and I sigh, my eyes slowly fluttering shut. I can't help but grin when Louis places a soft kiss in my hair. He thinks I'm asleep. My heart's pace quickens, and I fall asleep to the slow thrum of Louis' breath.

"Wake up, sunshine," Louis coos, throwing open the curtains. There's a fresh cup of tea on my bedside table, and I sit up slowly.

"Thanks," I reply, taking small sips out of the Mickey Mouse mug. He's made it perfectly, as always. I pat the area of bed next to me, and he sits down, tickling my feet. I still don't understand why he's suddenly so... different? It's nice to feel so comfortable around him, but it's also weird, especially when he was only shagging a girl yesterday.

"Louis, I know I've asked this already," I sigh, "But, why are you so nice to me? The real reason." For some reason, it seems that there's more to it than me 'always being there for him'. He looks me deeply in the eyes, before looking away.

"Harry," He begins, and I listen closely, "Harry," he repeats, and I look at him. Then, all of a sudden, his lips are on mine. He's pushed me up against the headboard, and my head bangs softly onto the wall. He slowly forces his tongue into my mouth, and I let it roam around, asserting dominance over me. His hands are in my hair, mussing it up, and his feet are folded under his bum. My hands lay limply by my side, unsure of what to do, until I decide to cup his face, kissing him back harder. It's so all of a sudden. I have to tilt my head up to kiss him now, as he's moved to kneeling over my legs. I can feel something hard poking into my stomach, and I blush when I realise it's Louis. When he finally lets go, we're breathing heavily, our thoughts all jumbled.

"Th-that's why," he mumbles, and my heart flutters.

"Do it again," I whisper, wishing it never ended.

His eyes are so blue, and at this moment I never want to see them grey again.