if i could fly // larry stylinson oneshots

welcome back

harry's pov

today is the best day ever. no, i haven't left bed yet, but it's the best day ever. louis comes back from tour today!!

honestly, i've been cleaning all week, knowing louis would get home and not notice, but it made me feel better about myself. finally, i decided to get up and get ready to pick up louis.

i got out of my warm cocoon of blankets and stretched. sighing, i put my slippers on and walked to the bathroom. i took a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. it felt great to wear casual joggers and a black shirt. obviously, all of my clothes are great, but there's something about being able to wear baggy clothes and not be noticeable in public.

i grabbed my phone and checked my messages whilst walking down the stairs of my home. unfortunately, i hadn't gotten a text from louis. i pouted, but walked into the kitchen to make breakfast and some coffee. i didn't play music, but did hum the tune to 18.

i opened the fridge to grab the eggs and milk. i cracked two eggs into a bowl and started to whisk them, pouring in a small amount of milk. then, i put the eggs and milk back in the fridge, knowing i'd forget about it if i didn't do it then.

while i was whisking, i got a call. i answered quickly, praying it was louis and he was coming home.

"g'morning love." i smiled, hearing the thickest, but prettiest accent i've ever heard. "hi boobear. are you almost home?" "yes baby, i'm almost home, i'm getting in an uber as we speak." "but i thought i was gonna pick you up." "no, i changed my mind. it's more romantic if i get a ride to you." "whatever, boo. are you okay with eggs and toast for breakfast?" "baby, i'm fine with anything you cook. i gotta go, but i'll see you at home." "i love you." "i love you too, my baby."

i smiled and hung up the phone. turning on my heel somewhat gracefully, i put some bread in the toaster and took my eggs off the stove. i opened the fridge back up and grabbed the eggs and milk again. i cracked two more and put them in the same pan as i cooked mine. he'll never know, nor will he care.

after i set the plates of eggs and toast on the table, i heard the door open and shut. i smiled as i turned to see louis with his suitcase by the front door. he sat his bag to the side and walked over to me, embracing me in a hug. i leaned my head onto his shoulder and nuzzled my nose against his neck. he chuckled and hugged my waist tighter.

"i missed you so much, baby. tour was hell without you. i'd forgotten how it felt without you. how lonely it was." "i know, boo. i missed you too. the house was so empty, i ended up hanging out with niall and my mum half of the time."

he chuckled and kissed my temple. i blushed and lead him to his seat. he sat down and we ate breakfast in true and genuine tranquility. he looked up at me and placed his fork beside his plate. he looked me dead in the eye and grabbed my hand. i stopped eating and looked at him.

"you're so pretty," he said, leaning over to kiss my nose. i blushed and leaned my nose against his. he moved his chair back and patted his lap, indicating me to sit on him. i sat down slowly and his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him. he kept peppering kisses against my face, making me giggle.

at moments like these i knew, he was the one. i knew it then, i know it now, and i know it's going to stay that way.