Larry Stylinson Oneshots

Pretty Nails 💙

Summary: Louis paints Harry's nails

(this is my practice at writing in the present tense. let me know how I do?)

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First Time

"Harry."

Harry looks up from his phone to where Louis stood swaying in the doorway of their bedroom, dressed in one of Harry's hoodies (like always) and sweat pants. He looked absolutely adorable and Harry kinda wants to just cuddle the shit out of him.

"Louis." The taller man says in the same tone, a grin tugging at his lips. He shut off his phone and set it aside, pulling Louis closer to him when he crawled in bed.

"I have a question," Louis whispers, pulling the sleeves over his hands. Harry internally melts.

"Alright, what's your question angel?"

Louis pauses as if choosing the right words to say. Soon, though, he manages to blurt out, "can I paint your nails?"

Harry laughs lightly, leaning forward to kiss Louis's nose. "Of course you can."

The way Louis' face lit up made Harry's heart do things. The smaller boy rushes off to their attached bathroom to grab the nail polish remover (to take of what's already on his nails) and a few different colors.

He came back out and climbed on the bed, situating himself on Harry's lap. Harry smiles fondly and held out his hands.

"Okay," Louis hums, picking up the pink, green, and blue polish he brought. "Which color?"

Harry grins, pointing to the green and blue. "What about two?"

"Sap."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately."

Harry gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. Louis snorts and shakes the two polishes then sets them aside to grab the remover. The blue-eyed boy presses a cotton ball to the opening and pours some onto it.

Harry watches him work with a fond expression. Every once in a while he'd distract him by capturing his lips in quick kisses or poking his sides just for the fun of it.

"Stop it or no cuddles."

Harry stops, but after a moment of silence he asks, "okay but I'm still gonna kiss you."

Louis giggles, screwing the cap on the green bottle and picking up the blue to do the other hand. He leans forward and kisses his Harry's lips gently, feeling Harry smile into it.

(and here's the bit where I gave up with the present tense)

When he pulled away Harry whined and tried to chase his lips. "Needy baby," Louis laughed, pecking him again then going back to the nails.

Harry chuckled and peppered kisses onto his neck and face, letting him finish his second hand. Then once he finished Louis jumped up and ran out of the room.

Harry laughed, running after him and trying to tickle the smaller boy but ultimately failed due to his wet nails. "Louis! You did that on purpose!"

"Yep!" Louis giggled loudly, shaking his butt a bit teasingly knowing Harry couldn't touch him. Harry groaned playfully and flopped onto the couch. "You little tease!"

"It's what I do best," Louis grinned, pecking his forehead.

Second Time

"Hey, Lou?" asked Harry, walking into their home after being out with Niall for a few hours.

"Yeah?" came his love's voice from the living room. Harry saw him curled up with many blankets and eating cookies. Grinning, Harry kissed him gently once he finished the cookie he was eating and took one for himself. "Can you paint my nails? I've got an interview tomorrow," the man quizzed, knowing how much Louis likes to do so.

"Yes!" Louis squealed, running to the bathroom to get the nail polish. When he came back, he sat cross-legged on the couch next to Harry and reached for his hands. While he worked with the pink and blue, Harry watched his face and noticed his scrunched-up nose, so he did the only reasonable thing he could think of and leaned forward to kiss his nose.

Louis smiled slightly, kissing Harry's cheek before focusing back on the nails.  "They're Fine Line nails," he said quietly- more to himself- making Harry grin. After he finished, he let them dry. Harry pulled the smaller boy into his lap, peppering kisses across his face at random.

Louis burst into giggles, letting Harry do so. Eventually, he stopped and laid down on the couch, bringing Louis with him. The blue-eyed boy shuffled off his chest and curled into his side.

"Love you Hazza."

"Love you more angel."

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why do I feel like a lot of my oneshots end with them sleeping or saying "I love you" lmao