Larry Stylinson Imagines

i don't even know what to call this, "fluff vomit"?

I have a whole book of fluff and have had quite the time of trying to write stuff that's not just smol and cute. Sorry in advance for this :)

Louis's eyes were crimson red as he watched Harry. The pair sat on the couch, Harry a bit put out. "What do you say, Louis?"

"I'm sorry," he grumbled incoherently.

"Sorry, what was that?" 

"I'm. Sorry," he said again.

"For what?"

"For sneaking out with Sam."

"Yeah, I thought so." Harry sat back on the couch. "Go take a shower, you stink like weed."

"Why do I have to-,"

"Just told you why. Do it." He picked up a book and tuned Louis out.

He groaned, loudly, walking toward their shared bedroom. He stripped off his shirt and threw it on the bed, rubbing his eyes. It wasn't that he meant to go out, he just didn't wanna watch The Notebook again. So, naturally, he called a friend, and he wanted to go out, so Louis didn't want to not go out with a friend. And they ended up smoking weed behind a random building downtown.

Because why wouldn't it shape up like that?

He felt the warm water run down his spine and rubbed his eyes. Maybe he should've just stayed home with Harry instead. It was warm and nice inside... they could've sat on the couch and watched some scary movie and Louis could've pretended that he wasn't scared and Harry would've pretended he was. They'd have fallen asleep over a bowl of popcorn on the couch while some random woman screamed about a random antagonist chasing her down the street on screen and woken up with cramps in their necks and smiles on their faces. He wiped his face and turned off the faucet, grabbing a towel from the rack outside.

He stepped out and slipped on the tile floor, falling on his butt and wincing. Harry appeared at the door immediately, watching him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Hazza." He stood and sighed, walking to him. 

"Are you-,"

"I'm okay, Harry." He gave him a kiss and Harry shook his head. 

"Well, hurry up. I've gotta get ready for bed and stuff."

"Did you just watch a movie while you were home?"

"No, I read. Why?"

"I was just..." Louis smiled and looked up to him. "You really are trying hard to seem grumpy, aren't you?"

"I'm not trying to. I am. So if you'd-,"

"I wanna watch a movie with you."

"Oh, so you wanna watch something with me now."

"Yes, I do."

"...oh. Well, I don't-,"

"Get some popcorn, let's watch a movie."

"Louis, no. It's late and we have to get going tomorrow."

"But I wanna watch a movie with you."

"Louis-,"

"Harry, please?"

"Louis..." He sighed and shook his head again. "Fine," he said, softer this time. "But get dressed. I'm picking."

"Hey, you chose last time, it's my turn."

"Well, you snuck out this time. So I get to choose."

"Fine." He snuck another kiss. "But please no romance movies."

"No promises." Louis smiled when he saw Harry walk out with a silent fist bump. Enough time to waste on the couch with his man. 

Harry ran his fingers through Louis's wet hair, only paying a little attention to the movie on the screen. Louis had won out in the end, and A Quiet Place was playing. "Sorry I snuck out, Haz."

"It's okay." He kissed him on the head. "I only worried a teeny bit."

"Yeah right." Louis snuggled closer to Harry, jumping when the man suddenly screamed. "You're forgiven."

"For what?"

"For worrying."

"Oh. Right, because that's what I was waiting to hear."