Larry Stylinson Imagines

Practice

This one seems kinda weak to me, personally, but my Larry friend ate it up so I hope y'all like it.

Harry stared at the ceiling of the X Factor house and sighed. Practice had gone long, and all the boys were asleep but him. He was so confused at Louis, not quite sure whether or not he was reading him right. He'd never really made friends with people like Louis before. Then again, that was probably a good thing. If he only lad a nickel for every time Louis got on his nerves...

Well, he's not really that bad, Harry thought. At least his face makes up for it...

No.

No, we're not going down this road again.

Why would I be into guys?

Why.

Why, brain. I'm NOT gay.

I don't wanna have this internal argument again.

Harry groaned and buried his eyes into the heels of his hands until he saw stars. He threw his hands down hard into the mattress and glared at the pillow on his right, even though it was a pillow and didn't do anything to him.

Finally, Harry sat up in bed and slipped on a pair of underwear (you can't convince me he doesn't sleep naked it's staying). If he wasn't getting any sleep, it was probably better that he do something better than stare at the ceiling and overthink every little thing. Unfortunately, there was someone already in the kitchen.

"Oh. I-sorry," Louis stuttered, a bowl of Coco Puffs in his hands.

"No, it's fine. I just wanted a glass of water." Harry rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands.

"Here, lemme get it." Harry didn't see the shade of red that Louis's face had turned when he went to the cabinet for a glass, probably for the better. He sat on one of the barstools against the counter as Louis haded him the cup, examining him. He wore checkered pajama pants and a small tank top, which was a bit see through. Harry tore his eyes away. It didn't help the it was a little bit wet, considering the fact that Louis had just got out of the shower and his hair was still wet.

"Thanks," he said softly, and Louis gave him a small nod before returning to his sugar cereal. An awkward silence lapsed over the pair.

"Sooo..."

"Hard time sleeping?" Louis asked, his mouth full. Harry laughed quietly.

"Yeah, I guess I'm just homesick, amongst other things."

"What other things?" Louis asked, wiping his mouth. "I don't wanna press you, it's just that it's 3 am and conversation is kinda hard to make right now, so why not be forward, you know?" He bit his lip and blushed. "Sorry, I'm an awkward talker."

"Yeah, you seem the type." Harry took a sip of his water and looked up at Louis. He shook off a shiver when he saw the way Louis was watching him and turned away. "I'm just... I'm not sure. I can't quite get a read on you."

"Oh?" Louis chuckled, wiping milk from his mouth and setting his empty bowl in the sink. Harry glared at his hand, itching to tell him to put the bowl away, but ignored it. "Why would you need a read on me, exactly?" Louis placed his palms down on the counter across from Harry and looked at him, his gaze playful.

"I don't know... it's just easier to talk to people when you've got a read on their personality, you know?"

"Right. But we've already had plenty of conversations, and I'd think we'd know how to communicate by now."

"Well, it's not that I don't know how to talk to you, exactly."

"What is it, then?"

Harry sighed and looked down, avoiding Louis's eyes. Louis rested his head in his hands and mimicked the sigh. Harry softly and shook his head. "I dunno. It's just that... I dunno, really," he giggled. Louis stood up straight, shaking his head.

"Alright then." He walked around the counter and sat on the stool next to Harry. He could feel the warmth radiating off of Harry's bare skin. He shivered a bit and cleared his throat. "Who do you miss the most, then?"

"From home?"

"Yeah."

"Honestly? Probably my mum or Robin."

"Your stepdad?"

"Yeah, that's him."

"He's a good guy, huh?"

"Yeah, he is." He took a sip of his water and rested his head on his palm. "When I was younger, during the winter he used to take me and Gemma up this super big hill and practically throw me down on a sled."

"Sounds like fun, honestly."

"No, it was terrifying. He's the reason I'm afraid of heights." He took another drink of water and looked into the empty glass. "But yeah, a bit, i guess."

"...you're afraid of heights?"

"Is that all you got?" Harry laughed.

"I... yeah, I guess." He bit his lip and looked hard at Harry. "Your eyes..."

"Yeah?"

"I-they're just..." Louis took Harry's chin gingerly into his own hands and looked into his eyes. "They... they look very nice right now."

"...thanks," Harry said sheepishly, turning red. Louis got the message and let go of him, hopping out of the chair.

"Sorry," he said, blushing and shoving his hands into his pockets.

"No, don't apologize." Harry felt his heart running a million miles an hour.

"Why not? I feel like I need to."

"Because you don't owe me anything, Louis," Harry said softly, rinsing his cup and Louis's bowl and placing them in the dishwasher.

"I feel like I do. I crossed a line."

"Even then."

"No, I owe you an apology because I crossed a line I shouldn't have, so for that, I'm sorry, Haz." Harry bit his lip when he heard his nickname out of Louis's mouth, trying to convince himself that it didn't sound different.

He shook it off and walked toward Louis. "Well then... I accept your apology, Lou."

"Yeah."

"I mean..." Harry turned red and rubbed the back of his neck. "Your eyes look really nice right now, as well..." He watched the expression on Louis's face and immediately regretted his words. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-,"

"Thank you," Louis said, reaching a hand out as if to touch Harry, but then pulling it back. "I-um-,"

"Let's just..." Harry bit the inside of his cheeks and took a step closer to Louis. "Can we try that again?" he whispered, placing gentle, soft palms on Louis's cheeks. Louis smiled and rubbed his thumb against the side of Harry's ribcage. The skin was soft and warm, and Harry shivered. Louis placed his other hand on Harry's jaw and brought his mouth to meet his own, letting the butterflies in his stomach go wild. Harry tasted like minty toothpaste and tea, but Louis couldn't get enough of it and kissed him deeper, feeling Harry's hands run through his still-wet hair. Harry sighed into him.

"Get a room," Louis heard from the hallway. He pulled away to see Niall standing there in a bright blue robe and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle pajama pants, looking absolutely brain dead. "Seriously. Please. You're not quiet at all."

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