Larry Stylinson Imagines

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HBD to the AIMH tweet. Thank you, Louis Tomlinson, for once again Larry-ing and giving us more fuel for the fire so that I'd join the fandom and begin to obsess over you and your husband<3

"Louis?" Harry lay on his stomach, rubbing Louis's chin, his face buried in his hair. Louis hummed in a response. "If I were to die today, would you come to my funeral?" He dropped his phone and rolled out from under Harry, sitting up on is arm.

"Why is that-I-Harold, why?"

But Harry just shrugged. "Dunno."

"Then why'd you ask me?"

"Dunno. I just wanted to."

"You can't ask me macabre questions like that and then expect me not to get a bit nervous."

"Oh, I figured you'd be nervous. There's no reason to be anymore, I just wanted to know if you'd come."

"Harry, if I was at your wedding, I'd come to your funeral."

"...but you were the groom?"

"Even if we'd had the worst breakup, fallout, internet battles and insults being lobbed at each other, I'd still come. You're too big a part of my life for me to simply not acknowledge the fact that you'd left so suddenly." Harry took his hand and rubbed circles into it.

"Sorry. I wasn't thinking whether that question would make you uncomfortable."

"Don't worry about it making me uncomfortable, Harry." Louis kissed the side of Harry's head and slid his smol legs under the covers once more. "Also, why'd you say 'anymore'?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said I didn't have to worry about you dying anymore when I asked. What'd you-,"

"Oh! That." He sat quiet for a moment. "Can we just watch a movie or something? I don't wanna unpack all that right now," he said softly, and Louis nodded, knotting his arms around Harry's figure. They flicked through a couple of movie options and Harry paused, thinking for a moment. Louis reached for his hand.

"What's wrong, Hazza?"

Harry looked at him as though he were about to say something very heavy, but just sighed and asked, "Did you swap over the laundry?" Louis turned red and clambered out of bed, tugging on his shirt. "Thank you!" Harry called out the bedroom door after him.

"Don't start the movie without me! Oh! Also," he reappeared in the doorway. Harry tried not to laugh when he noticed the shirt was ten times too big and on backwards. "Don't forget that Freddy's coming over tomorrow, I'll be gone for a few hours at Brianna's and then bring him back to the house, okay?"

"Alright." Harry smiled, and Louis cocked his head.

"What?"

He shook his head. "It's nothing."

"Okay. Whatever you say, then." Louis turned to walk down the hallway.

"Love you."

"Love you," he echoed.