Larry Stylinson Imagines

italy ig

So Harry bought a "house" (a castle) in Italy a while ago so... yeah you'll get it.

Louis peeked into the home gym with a smirk on his face, watching Harry on the treadmill. He was humming something unintelligible, and Louis walked in and shut the door. Loudly, of course. Harry's head popped up, but he kept his pace and smiled at Louis. "What's up?" he shouted, hardly able to hear himself over the music blaring in his headphones. Louis didn't say anything, but sat on the bench at the wall, watching him with a smirk. Harry paused a moment, pulling out his earbuds. "Need anything?"

Louis smiled distantly and shook his head. "No. Nothing."

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Am I not allowed to stare at you?"

Harry shook his head and turned off the treadmill. "Well, you are, I guess." He stepped off and sat next to Louis on the bench, wiping his brow. "But it's kinda uncomfortable that you're doing it when I'm working out."

"Not for me." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"So you're gonna-,"

"It's one of those days."

"...alright. Would you mind, though?"

"Yes, yes I would." He placed a hand on Harry's knee and smiled. Harry sighed and stood, replacing his earbuds.

"Well, I'm gonna finish my workout, so if you're not gonna tell me what's up, would you please-,"

"What? No. I wanna stay down here."

Harry rolled his eyes. "First time in a while you've wanted to be in a gym."

"Hey, you were glad I was down here a couple of months ago."

"Louis, I was drunk."

"Not the greatest excuse to ask me to kill a ghost though, Harold."

"Hey, you've done worse! Like that one time you painted Clifford to look like a German Shepherd and it turned out like a three year old's finger painting?"

"Excuse me, you said that was endearing, so you don't get to talk."

"Well... just because it was endearing doesn't mean you're not a lot to handle when you're drunk." He got back on the treadmill and turned his music on.

"Okay, okay, so, just..." Louis tugged at his headphones and stood at the head of the machine, on his tiptoes so Harry could see him. "I guess I'm just excited."

"About what?"

"...Italy?"

"Oh. Understandable, now would you please-,"

"Harry, please?" He pulled out his headphones and tipped his head with his brows furrowed. Louis couldn't help but think of a puppy and smiled. "Imagine when we can sell this house, though. And instead of getting frustrated that we have to go back to Los Angeles, we can go to Italy instead. And then we can... we can dance under the stars and laugh and do everything they do in the Hallmark movies. You know the type. And then we dread going back to London, even, when we know we could be out in the gorgeous weather with a couple of drinks and each other."

Harry stepped off and sighed, considering him. "Well aren't you just a cheeseball?"

"Oh, shut up." Louis blushed and Harry took his hand, tugging him towards his body. "You know, that house... you're king of the castle."

"Well, you're-,"

"The king's head consort, of course."

"I... that wasn't what I was gonna say."

"Well, potato po-tah-to."

Harry shook his head and kissed Louis. "Half the time, I don't get you."

"I'm not here for you to get me. I'm here for you to love me."