KINGS & QUEENS - LARRY STYLINSON FANFICTION

ON THE ROOF

Harry and Louis head to the hotel as fast as possible. It's a strange scenery in the streets of New York this night: everyone is heading toward Times Square while Harry and Louis walk into the opposite direction. It's almost past eleven when they arrive at the main entrance, covered in snow, freezing. Louis is literally shivering from the cold. "I can't feel my toes anymore," he tells Harry when they enter the elevator. "I need a hot shower first."

"That's okay. I'm freezing now, but only a little bit." Harry opens the door to the hotel room.

"Aren't you freezing, too?"

"No, I'm fine. Now go, I want to watch the fireworks with you!"

Louis frowns. "Fireworks? You know that we can't see Times Square from our room?"

Harry gives Louis a knowing smile. "Trust me, you'll have the best view ever. And now hurry up!"

Louis stares at Harry, clearly wondering about what he said. Best view? Whatever. Louis goes to the bedroom, grabs some comfortable clothes from his suitcase and within seconds, he is under the shower. The hot water warms up his body immediately and the feeling is heavenly. Louis would have frozen if he had stayed in the cold, for sure. He quickly blow-dries his hair, rakes his fingers through it to mess it up a little bit and leaves the bathroom, feeling warm and cosy within. "You look cute," Harry tells Louis as he sees him.

"Just for you," Louis smiles as he lets himself flop onto the sofa close to Harry. Harry looks at Louis, puts his hand onto his hip and leans in for a kiss and Louis gets up to straddle Harry's lap without breaking it. He puts his arms around Harry's neck and their French kissing heats up a little bit.

"I don't want this to end," Harry breathes as he lets his hands travel up Louis back until he buries them into Louis' hair. "But . . . if we don't stop, you'll miss your surprise." He pulls back and looks at Louis' hot face. He can literally feel the redness in his face as he looks at Harry who looks more than beautiful tonight.

"What if I don't mind?" Louis asks cheekily.

"You would regret it, to be honest."

"Yeah? Sure?"

"Absolutely. But there's just one thing you might not like about my idea," Harry admits.

"Which one?"

"We have to go outside again-,"

"Oh noooo, Harry!" Louis moans, "please not." He pouts what makes Harry laugh. He gives him a quick kiss onto his lips.

"I wouldn't be so persistent if it wasn't something special, I promise. Twenty minutes left to decide."

Louis nuzzles against Harry's chest and presses a small kiss onto his neck. "That's the good thing about being smaller than you," he says and smiles.

Harry kisses Louis' hair and wraps his arms around him, holding him close. "I like when you're comfortable around me but . . . I promise what I want to show you is great and when we return, we can continue doing this . . . don't you think?"

"Well, that sounds like a plan."

"Wonderful. Get your warm clothes on and take one of the blankets with you."

"Blankets?"

"In the bedroom. Yours is on the chest of drawers."

Louis goes to the bedroom, grabs the blanket and puts on his thick winter jacket. Since his Vans are soaking wet, he puts on his boots. "I look funny, don't I?" he says, looking at himself in the mirror.

"A little bit but I don't mind. Nobody will see us anyways and . . . you'll see. I don't want to tell you, it's a surprise."

"I'm so curious!"