larry stylinson oneshots

mornings

before I start I have to say a huge congratulations to Zayn for his 'Better' music video!!! It was absolutely amazing and he should be really proud! I love you so much Zayn and we're all so proud of your hard work!!!

Louis pov:

I woke up in the absolute best way this weekend. This Saturday was one of the only ones that Harry was actually able to wake up next to me, and not be working at the studio. He normally wakes up at 5 am and only gets home at 8 pm. We barely ever see each other so I treasure the moments like this that we have together. 

I turned to my side and looked down at the sleeping boy in my arms. His gorgeous chocolate curls perfectly framed his pale face and some were falling onto his forehead. I gently brushed them out of his face and took in the gorgeous sight in lying in front of me. Harry was breathing deeply and clinging on to my body. His hot breath hitting my shoulder as he buried his face deeper into my neck in his sleep. 

I just lay there in the silence, watching the sun begin to rise through our bedroom window and feeling the warmth sink into my body. 

Harry began turning and moving around in his sleep and I knew he was going to wake up soon. He has these little movements that he does that indicates what he does next. He's so predictable and I love it. 

After a couple of minutes my prediction became a reality. He shuffled his hips and turned so he was facing me again. His eyes fluttered open and he let out the tiniest, most adorable yawn as he looked up at me with those gorgeous green eyes. His hair was slightly tousled and his eyes were still struggling to stay open. 

"G'morning baby," I whispered, running my hand through his locks, messing it up even more. 

He just giggled and buried himself into my body even more. I chuckled and pulled him into my embrace even more if that was possible. 

"I love you," I heard him mumble, his voice gravelly from sleep. 

"I love you even more," I responded, pulling him off me to poke one of his dimples. He blushed and I leant forward and connected our lips together in a slow and passionate kiss. Our lips moved against each other smoothly, like we had all the time in the world. I bit down gently on his bottom lip and earned a moan in response. He opened his mouth wider, allowing me to slip my tongue inside. Our tongues fought for dominance, mine winning easily because I know Has loves being dominated. As well as being the little spoon, which I absolutely adore. 

I love this boy with all of my heart. I love the way he cuddles up to me when we sit on the couch, at the table and especially in bed. He doesn't care what management have to say when he sits in my lap in the studio. They technically can't tell us off because there are no fans around and no cameras. I love the way he hates to get up in the morning, unless he wants to make me breakfast in bed. I admire his cooking skills because I have zero, and would starve without him. I love the way he loves it when I carry him everywhere because he's so much taller than me, but a lot lighter than he looks. I love the way he would pout at me until I give in to what he wants. Then he would jump into my arms and wrap his entire body around mine and pepper my face with kisses. 

"Whatcha thinking about Boo?" he asked, looking up at me with his big, hope-filled eyes.

"You Bub," I replied, booping his cute little nose.

He giggled and blushed hard. I swung my leg over his torso and began tickling his sides. 

"Stopppp," he laughed, trying and failing miserably to stop me from tickling him. 

"What's the magic word?" I asked, now tickling under his arms and chin. 

"P-p-please st-t-t-op," he barely managed to get out, being overtaken by even more giggles.

I relaxed and plopped down next to him. I huffed, missing the body contact, so I pulled him into me and began running one hand up and down his back. I tugged at his curls with my other hand and twirled them between my fingers. 

I loved feeling feeling him relax on top of me. Knowing he felt safe and relaxed, put me at ease as well. Knowing this boy for nearly 4 years, and being with him for 3, I knew nearly everything about him. I'm pretty sure I'm drunk on love, which is why I asked the next question. 

"Marry me," I spoke with confidence. 

"W-w-what?" Harry spluttered, looking up at me confusedly. 

"Marry me," I repeated, now slightly losing confidence. 

"I um don't have a ring or anything but I love you so much and I just do-" my rambling was cut off with a pair of lips. 

Harry's lips. 

"Silly Boo. Of course I'll marry you. I don't care that you don't have a ring. I love you so much and I could never say no to you," he smiled, resting back down on me.

A huge weight was lifted off my chest. I then got a cheeky idea. 

"Sooo, morning blowie?" I asked, innocently batting my eyelashes. 

Harry looked up at me with an amused expression. 

"Okay, maybe I can sometimes say no to you,". 

I pouted. 

"But to make up for it, I'll give you surprise blowies through this whole week," he said, grinning widely.

"And how could I say no to that adorable face," I chuckled. "My adorable fiancé,".

He froze and picked his head up off my face and locked eyes with me. 

"I love you so so much," he whispered. 

"And I love you too baby," I responded. 

We just lay there for the rest of the day, enjoying each others company and warmth. I was so smitten by this boy, and I don't ever want to go a day without seeing his dimpled smile.

A/N:

hiya!

this is just a short fluff chapter that I fell in love with. 

If you want to, vote!

- abbey :)