Larry Stylinson Smut and Fluff Oneshots

Honey I'm Home

"Honey, I'm home!" Harry yells as he walks into his flat before chuckling at himself.

"Oh, that's right, I live alone." He sets his keys on the table and strides off to the bathroom to take a shower.

Harry has yelled this out to his flat every day for the past 6 months, always getting the same response, silence.

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The next day

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"Honey, I'm home," Harry yells out to his apartment as he sets his keys on the table by the entrance. This time was different, though; this time, he got a response.

"I picked up some pizza!" He heard someone yell from his kitchen.

Someone was in his house, someone was in his kitchen. He grabbed his keys, pointing one outwards so it could be a possible weapon before stumbling to the kitchen, only to see his blond best friend and a stranger.

"Who the hell are you and Niall how the hell did you get in my flat?" There was a boy with light blue eyes and feathery brown hair standing in his kitchen with a piece of pizza wedged in his mouth.

"I thought you got my text?" Harry stares for a second before reaching for his phone. He saw Niall's name flash across the screen with the message:

Coming over, bringing a friend

"Well, I didn't see your message, and you almost gave me a heart attack."

"Then why did you yell when you opened up the door if you didn't think anyone was home?" Harry blushed, realizing they did hear him yell Honey, I'm home to no one.

"It's just something I do ok," Niall's friend laughed with Niall. Harry looked down at his feet before walking towards the pizza box and grabbing a slice, ignoring the blue-eyed boy and his best friend.

"Harold, are you gonna be rude and ignore Louis?"

"Sorry," Harry mumbled as he put down his pizza and extended his hand for the boy to shake.

"Hi, curly!" Louis said enthusiastically as he shook Harry's hand.

Louis and Harry hit it off immediately, and within 8 months, Harry would come home yelling, "Honey, I'm home," and he got a response every time.