Little Things // A Larry Stylinson Faniction

Eighteen

The rain seems to dance along the pavement as we leave the tea shop, our bellies warm and full, due to the bucketloads of tea we drank. We ended up just getting some Yorkshire tea, much to Louis' protests. I lead him outside of the shop, his petite hand in mine. The rain pelts at our heads, and clings to our hoodies, soaking us in a mere matter of minutes. I think Helios has decided to give us some privacy today. He hides behind his cloud, peeking out from behind occasionally, just to make sure we're alright. Instead, it's the rain keeping us company, it's cold wrath happy in solitude. I want to dance with it.

"C'mon," I say, tugging Louis' sleeve, "I wanna dance." He looks confused, but he's still smiling, and he decides to join me, twirling me around like I'm a princess. His eyes glint with laughter, as I splash into a large puddle, murky water tracking up my legs. I look down in horror at my soaked navy blue jeans, and then laugh at how stupid this all is. The rain starts to pelt just a little harder, and the hair that sticks out of my beanie is starting to fall into my face.

"May I have this dance?" Louis asks charmingly, his hand extended for me to take. I'm suddenly self-conscious, his bright blue eyes sweeping over me, surveying my body. He must sense my awkwardness, because as soon as my hand is in his, he pulls me to his chest, and whispers in my ear.

"Baby, you're perfect." My cheeks redden at the pet name, and I try to hide in the layers of scarf tucked around my neck.

"Dance?" Is all I squeak, slightly grinning at him, and he returns it back, his gleaming smile hitting me right in the heart. He takes my other hand, the smile never leaving his face, and it even widens at one point, as I clumsily slide into his firm, warm grip. He holds me tight, close to his chest, his warmth spreading down my legs and arms, and into my head. It encapsulates me, sending spirals of love and euphoria all over. It pools in his eyes, us sharing the same feelings, us treading on this simple thread, knowing that this is us, this is who we are, that we are madly in love.

We're slowly waltzing together, hand in hand in the rain. It's become relentless, drowning anything and everything, making sure everything is caressed by its wet touch. My shoes are soggy, and squelch with every step we take. Louis holds me close now, instead of my hands in his. His hands are around me, wrapping me in a warm embrace, yet we still dance. It's getting cold now, Helios slowly setting on the horizon.

"Baby," Louis says, "Should we go home?" I grin into his chest, even though he's shorter than me.

"Yeah," I return, toying with the loose strands of downy hair at the back of his neck. He chuckles into my beanie, before letting go of me, and running off.

"You're it!" He screams, and I laugh loudly, it bellowing across the street. He runs in the direction of our flat, splashing through puddles, tracking more murky water up his pants. I shake my head, and set off, trying to catch up with him, but he's too fast. Once he reaches the flat, he waits for me at the door, grinning, his nose slightly pink due to the cold. I press a tender kiss to his nose, and he blushes, which is cute, because Louis never blushes. We walk in through the door, careful not to track too much mud and wet into the carpet. I go to make some tea after slipping my shoes off, because, hell, tea's good. I love tea. We love tea. I start making the tea, and I hear the soft dropping of clothes. I look up, and see Louis, only in his boxers, grabbing a fluffy blanket that lies neatly on the couch. I grin, taking in his shivering little body. He's so beautiful. I'll love him forever, even if he doesn't love me forever.

The kettle starts to whistle, so I pour in the water, mixing it in with a few splashes of milk, and two heaped teaspoons of sugar for Louis. I carry them over to Louis, and he wraps me up in his blanket, next to the fireplace, the fire in it roaring. He nuzzles into me, taking in my damp scent.

"You're all wet," He complains, drawing out the vowels. I know he's only joking, but I take off the many layers, and unwrap my scarf, leaving myself in just my boxers, too. I cuddle into him, and whisper into his ear.

"I love you," I say, and he tilts my chin up from where it was resting on his shoulder. He kisses me, long and with passion. I deepen the kiss, slipping in a bit of tongue.

"Tea?" I ask, pulling away ever-so-slowly, offering his tea to him. He takes it, and has a sip.

"I love you, Haz."

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hey guys! i'm really sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter out, i've just had terrible writing block. also, i'm really sorry i haven't included the other boys as much. i promise i'll try in the future, i just wanted to focus on harry & louis for these past chapters. plus, (just a lil' disclaimer!) i know that el seems like a bit of a bitch in this fic (or from what you've seen of her), and in no way does that mean she is a bitch irl, it's just for the plot. anyways, thanks for reading, and i hope you enjoy, lovelies.

-me <3 x