if i could fly // larry stylinson oneshots

clingy

harry's pov
i wake up as i feel the sun's glorious rays rest upon my eyelids. i open my eyes and look at the alarm set on the bedside table next to my boyfriend, louis. it read 9:32 and i groaned, sitting up and stretching whilst yawning.

before i go downstairs, i do my normal routine. kiss louis on the forehead before getting out of bed, brushing my teeth, putting my hair up in one of the many scrunchies gemma bought me, use the toilet, all that goood stuff.

i cook up some waffles, sausage, and bacon. then, i make a coffee for louis and a smoothie for myself. luckily, louis was out late last night, so he wasn't awakened by the roaring of the blender.

after i sat out breakfast neatly, i go upstairs to wake up louis. i walk into our room and see him spread out across the entirety of the bed, including my side. i'm not sure whether to laugh or be impressed because the man's only 5"6. i quickly took a picture and walked over to the bed, kissing his shoulder lightly. he swatted his hand, successfully hitting his target: my nose.

"ow! louis!" "hm," he grumbled, still sleeping. "you hit me!"

i said those words and he shot up in bed, looking at me for any injuries. i giggled as he twisted and turned my face, looking for bruises, scratches, basically anything that would mean he hit me and left a mark.

"no, not like that, baby. i meant, you swatted me on the nose when i kissed your shoulder." "oh! i thought you were cliff. i'm sorry baby, i didn't hurt you though, right?"

i shook my head and he smiled, kissing my forehead. he pulled away from my forehead, but i was craving him, so i pushed our foreheads together, making his face squint slightly. i giggled at the sight and he sighed, but then pecked my lips. i smile against the kiss, remembering all the mornings like this and after today, all the mornings after being free.

"alright, boobear. we've wasted enough time goofin' off, so i'm gonna go beat up breakfast whilst you get ready."

he groaned and tried to grab my legs so he could pull on the bed with him, but i just rolled my eyes and picked him up, placing him on my hip. i carried him to our bathroom and sat him on the toilet.

"get ready." "yes daddy," he said, giggling whilst standing up off the toilet seat. i laugh as he wraps his arm around my waist, giving me a hug. i plant a kiss at the top of his head and lean my head on his. we stand like this for a while, swaying back and forth.

"you okay, boo?" "yeah, why?" "i don't know, you're just clingy today." "oh. i'm sorry," he said, frowning and glumly. i realize what i said made him sad, so i hug him tighter.

"i'm sorry baby. i didn't mean it like that. i just meant you normally are independent, but today you seem to need me, so i thought something was wrong. i didn't mean to hurt your feeling, hun."

he shook his head and giggled. he lifted his arms and made a grabby hand motion at me. i chuckled under my breath and sighed. he just tucked his little head into the crook of my neck, tickling me with his nose.

i walked downstairs, louis still in my arms. i sit him down at the dining table and he whined. i just chuckled and set our breakfasts in the microwave. i walk over to louis and he plops himself on my lap.

i roll my eyes but still, hold him close to my chest.

god, i missed this boy.