0700 hours.
The flight is nearly over when Louis wakes up, mind blank. He stares at the seat in front of him, only then feeling the weight on his hand. He looks to the right to see a curly head of hair laying on his shoulder, chest rising with every breath that slips out of Harry's open mouth. He smiles fondly, reaching out brush a stray piece of hair away from Harry's eyes, wishing they were open, yet refuses to disturb his sleeping beauty knowing just how rare and precious a good rest is.
And he's content.
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24 |hours with larry|
Fanfiction24 hours with Larry Stylinson. It's short for a reason, meant to be read in one sitting.