Larry Stylinson ao3 one shots.

Show Me Your Love (Before The World Catches Up)

Final part. yayyyyyyyyy!

Written by:MarchieTheHare

Summary:Harry's stomach feels like it just suddenly dropped to his feet. Behind him, he hears Zayn snort and Niall chuckle. If he weren't kinda paralyzed right now he would've thrown a pillow at them, but as it is, he's stuck in place, wide eyes glued to Louis' half-amused, half-concerned face.

"Are you alright, darling?"

Now Zayn and Niall are full-on laughing at him. He can even hear Liam quietly chuckling. Great friends he has, really. "What? You mean come with you? To your family home? With you? Me?"

(louis takes harry to meet his family, zayn and niall become a thing, and harry finally calls his own mum. also, harry has no idea what to get louis for his birthday.)

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"Maybe you can bake him a cake or something?" Liam suggests, voice sounding a little timid. He probably knows himself that it's a shit suggestion, but at the same time he's also probably out of ideas. Harry can't really blame him.

"Or you can always wake him up with a blowjob," Niall adds, grinning, and Harry is done.

He buries his face in his hands and groans for about two minutes straight, wondering just why he even approached the two of them for help in the first place. Like, sure, both Niall and Liam are good friends with Louis now, but if there's anyone who knows what Louis needs most then it's Harry.

Unfortunately, Louis already has everything he could ever possibly want and need. He has a job that pays him a lot and different places to live in and multiple cars to drive, and Harry has no idea what else to add to that list. He can't just bake Louis a birthday cake because he bakes for Louis all the time, and he also can't just give him sex because they do that everyday, too. This has to be something special, something that Louis will remember for as long as he'll have Harry.

He should've probably asked Zayn, but he and Louis are practically attached to the hip so it's hard to get Zayn alone without Louis interrupting.

Defeated, Harry looks up from his hands with a sigh. "Guys, you're not helping."

Liam looks apologetic, at the very least. Niall, on the other hand, doesn't look like he's sorry at all as he tackles Harry down onto the couch. Harry squeaks in surprise, flailing for a moment and trying to squirm from under Niall's weight, but the blond pins his arms down, effectively trapping him.

Niall places a loud and wet kiss on his cheek. "Don't stress too much, H. Louis will love you even if you don't get him anything for his, um. How old will he be turning again?"

Harry stops trying to struggle free and sighs in surrender. Niall snuggles into him, making a happy noise.

It's Liam who answers Niall's question. "Twenty-six, Niall. He's turning twenty-six."

"Oh, yeah. Right. Twenty-six," Niall says, shifting on top of Harry and ending up accidentally elbowing the younger boy in the ribs.

"Ow! Ni, that hurt," Harry complains, trying to elbow Niall back and missing. "Get off."

Niall only wraps his arms tighter around Harry in response. Harry sputters in protest, turning to face Liam with wide, pleading eyes, silently asking for help.

"He misses you," Liam explains, shrugging. "So just, I dunno, let him cuddle it out."

"Yep!" Niall agrees loudly, rubbing his cheek against Harry's clothed chest and sighing happily. Harry pretends to be annoyed for all of five seconds, before he's giving in and wrapping his own arms around Niall, returning the affection.