Pointless Fluff...
Title: Doesn't actually have one, this really is just pointless fluff!!!
Pairing Lou/Harry (- Of course!)
Disclaimer: As if.
This is entirely the Twitcams fault!!!
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The first thing Louis notices when he enters his and Harry’s hotel room that night is the younger boy’s bad mood. He frowns upon seeing Harry in his PJ bottoms alone, and staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Quickly Louis changes out of his own clothes and sits on the bed next to Harry.
“What’s wrong?” He asks softly, reaching out and stroking a hand through Harry’s curls.
Harry just shrugs and shakes his head. “I don’t know. Just feeling down.”
“Feeling down?” Louis asks attentively, worriedly. Still stroking a hand through Harry’s hair, trying to comfort him. “How come?”
“I really don’t know. I just came back to the room and felt like shit.” Harry shrugs and looks at Louis for the first time since he entered the room.
Louis notices how lifeless Harry’s usually sparkling blue eyes are. He realised when they were out that Harry seemed off, but let it go. He got really worried when Harry said he was going to go back to the hotel. Louis protested, but Harry insisted he was just not feeling good and he’d be fine after a sleep so Louis begrudgingly let Harry go and joined the others to dinner at Nandos. Of course he had left early to come and find Harry. He didn’t need to make up any excuse to the guys; they knew why he was leaving. It wasn’t exactly a secret.
“Are you sure you’re ok though? It’s nothing serious, you feeling ill? Faint? Depressed? Or...” Louis’ ramblings get cut off by Harry.
“Louis!” Harry chuckles, and shakes his head, reaching up and cupping Louis’ cheek. “I’m fine.”
Louis raises an eyebrow, but internally squeals upon seeing Harry’s smile for the first time tonight. Maybe he was just randomly feeling down? Well, that wasn’t allowed, Harry wasn’t allowed to feel anything less that extraordinary while in Louis’ presence.
“Would a Louis hug cheer you up?” Louise smiles innocently.
Harry smiles brightly and nods his head. “Of course. They always cheer me up.”
Louis wastes no time and leaps onto Harry enthusiastically and smiles widely at Harry’s laugh. He flips them over and rests so Harry is lying on top of him instead. Harry snuggles into Louis’ neck, pressing a fleeting kiss to the skin. For a while neither said anything, neither moved; just lay there wrapped around one another and enjoying the clam washing over them. Eventually Louis broke the silence.
“You know sometimes, when I actually let myself think about it, I realise just how weird this is.”
Harry frowns and leans back so he’s face to face with Louis “What do you mean?”
“This, us.” Louis clarifies, shrugging. “We’re like some old married couple or something equally shocking.”
Harry laughs and shrugs back nonchalantly. He leans down on his elbows still over Louis. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” His gaze falls to Louis’ chest and he playfully starts tracing patterns onto the skin lightly with a brush of his fingertips.
Louis hmms and closes his eyes, enjoying the calm. Harry stops suddenly and Louis whines.
Harry chuckles, biting his lip “Sorry, thought you said it was weird. Wouldn’t want to make it weirder now would I?”
Harry smirks and drags himself off Louis and lies next to him on the bed. Louis takes a moment to take in the absence of Harry’s weight from his body, actually he’d quite like that warm feeling back, thanks. Louis growls and pounces on Harry, straddling him and sitting up on him, looking down to him longingly. Harry’s smiling brightly and chuckling.
“Now now, calm down. You’re supposed to be on that side, Mr.” Harry points to the other side of the bed, mock stern.
“Fuck that.” Louis growls and lies down on Harry kissing his neck and biting down sharply in revenge.
Harry hisses. “What was that for, jerk.”
“You left me. That’s not allowed Styles.” Louis tells him sternly, yet ghosting his lips over the bruise forming on Harry’s neck gently.
“You said it was weird so I made it un-weird!” Harry protests, although he knew full well Louis wouldn’t like him moving away. He just wanted to prove that Louis had it all wrong.
“Well it is...” Louis mumbles against Harry’s neck.
“Well then...” Harry pushes Louis off him and off the bed. “... no touching.”
Louis is flabbergasted. On the floor staring up at Harry. “Fuck you.”
“You wish.”
“You dick” Louis mutters and narrows his eyes at the younger boy as he rolls over and tucks himself in the covers.
“I know you want my dick Louis, but please I’m trying to sleep” Harry deadpans, facing away from Louis’ figure on the floor and snuggling into the covers.
Louis grumbles and makes a noise of protest, although he knows Harry is completely right. He pushes himself up from the floor and crawls over Harry, purposely going slowly over him just to annoy him and flops down on the bed next to him, pulling the covers up and round himself. He looks to Harry and laughs loudly when he notices the expression on the younger boys face; pure irritation and scrunching up his nose in annoyance.
“Unamused.” Is all he said.
Louis finds it adorable and chooses to ignore the annoyance, moving closer to the younger boy, wrapping his arms round his waist and pulling him close, leaning their foreheads together. “You love it.”
“It’s weird.” Harry mocks, smirking when Louis echoes Harry’s previous unamused expression.
“For god sake! Ok so weird was the wrong word. I didn’t mean weird. It’s just...” Louis pauses for a moment to think about it fully “...unusual how strong our bond is, ok? I mean, I would have never have even known you could be this close to a person if I hadn’t met you. It’s not weird; in fact it’s anything but weird. It’s right; so right. I just...’ Louis growls, trying to explain his thoughts.
Harry puts a finger to Louis’ lips, smirking. “I knew what you meant.”
Louis glares. “Prick.”
Harry smiles and snuggles into Louis, kissing his chest softly. Louis sighs and subconsciously traces Harry’s spine with his fingertips. He nudges Harry forward until he can look at him and once again rest his forehead against the curly haired boys. He notices just how sleepy Harry really is and feels his heart swell with affection. He rubs his nose against Harry’s smiling brightly when Harry practically giggles and purrs at the same time. He slowly closes the gap between them and softly captures Harry’s lips with his own, mewling at the contact and smiling into it. He pulls back and kisses the tip of Harry’s nose. Harry doesn’t open his eyes so Louis kisses his eyelids softly and laughs at Harry’s pout. He leans down and again strokes his lips against Harry’s. This time when he pulls away, Harry’s eyes open into slits and Louis has to resist the urge to flip them and pin him under him.
“Stop that thought right now, Tomlinson.” Harry raises an eyebrow at Louis’ smirk. “I’m really tired, sleepy time now.” He snuggles into Louis once again.
Louis smiles. He sighs softly realising just how lucky he is; how happy he is. He kisses Harry’s curls gently and closes his eyes, thinking maybe Harry had the right idea.
Pairing Lou/Harry (- Of course!)
Disclaimer: As if.
This is entirely the Twitcams fault!!!
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The first thing Louis notices when he enters his and Harry’s hotel room that night is the younger boy’s bad mood. He frowns upon seeing Harry in his PJ bottoms alone, and staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Quickly Louis changes out of his own clothes and sits on the bed next to Harry.
“What’s wrong?” He asks softly, reaching out and stroking a hand through Harry’s curls.
Harry just shrugs and shakes his head. “I don’t know. Just feeling down.”
“Feeling down?” Louis asks attentively, worriedly. Still stroking a hand through Harry’s hair, trying to comfort him. “How come?”
“I really don’t know. I just came back to the room and felt like shit.” Harry shrugs and looks at Louis for the first time since he entered the room.
Louis notices how lifeless Harry’s usually sparkling blue eyes are. He realised when they were out that Harry seemed off, but let it go. He got really worried when Harry said he was going to go back to the hotel. Louis protested, but Harry insisted he was just not feeling good and he’d be fine after a sleep so Louis begrudgingly let Harry go and joined the others to dinner at Nandos. Of course he had left early to come and find Harry. He didn’t need to make up any excuse to the guys; they knew why he was leaving. It wasn’t exactly a secret.
“Are you sure you’re ok though? It’s nothing serious, you feeling ill? Faint? Depressed? Or...” Louis’ ramblings get cut off by Harry.
“Louis!” Harry chuckles, and shakes his head, reaching up and cupping Louis’ cheek. “I’m fine.”
Louis raises an eyebrow, but internally squeals upon seeing Harry’s smile for the first time tonight. Maybe he was just randomly feeling down? Well, that wasn’t allowed, Harry wasn’t allowed to feel anything less that extraordinary while in Louis’ presence.
“Would a Louis hug cheer you up?” Louise smiles innocently.
Harry smiles brightly and nods his head. “Of course. They always cheer me up.”
Louis wastes no time and leaps onto Harry enthusiastically and smiles widely at Harry’s laugh. He flips them over and rests so Harry is lying on top of him instead. Harry snuggles into Louis’ neck, pressing a fleeting kiss to the skin. For a while neither said anything, neither moved; just lay there wrapped around one another and enjoying the clam washing over them. Eventually Louis broke the silence.
“You know sometimes, when I actually let myself think about it, I realise just how weird this is.”
Harry frowns and leans back so he’s face to face with Louis “What do you mean?”
“This, us.” Louis clarifies, shrugging. “We’re like some old married couple or something equally shocking.”
Harry laughs and shrugs back nonchalantly. He leans down on his elbows still over Louis. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” His gaze falls to Louis’ chest and he playfully starts tracing patterns onto the skin lightly with a brush of his fingertips.
Louis hmms and closes his eyes, enjoying the calm. Harry stops suddenly and Louis whines.
Harry chuckles, biting his lip “Sorry, thought you said it was weird. Wouldn’t want to make it weirder now would I?”
Harry smirks and drags himself off Louis and lies next to him on the bed. Louis takes a moment to take in the absence of Harry’s weight from his body, actually he’d quite like that warm feeling back, thanks. Louis growls and pounces on Harry, straddling him and sitting up on him, looking down to him longingly. Harry’s smiling brightly and chuckling.
“Now now, calm down. You’re supposed to be on that side, Mr.” Harry points to the other side of the bed, mock stern.
“Fuck that.” Louis growls and lies down on Harry kissing his neck and biting down sharply in revenge.
Harry hisses. “What was that for, jerk.”
“You left me. That’s not allowed Styles.” Louis tells him sternly, yet ghosting his lips over the bruise forming on Harry’s neck gently.
“You said it was weird so I made it un-weird!” Harry protests, although he knew full well Louis wouldn’t like him moving away. He just wanted to prove that Louis had it all wrong.
“Well it is...” Louis mumbles against Harry’s neck.
“Well then...” Harry pushes Louis off him and off the bed. “... no touching.”
Louis is flabbergasted. On the floor staring up at Harry. “Fuck you.”
“You wish.”
“You dick” Louis mutters and narrows his eyes at the younger boy as he rolls over and tucks himself in the covers.
“I know you want my dick Louis, but please I’m trying to sleep” Harry deadpans, facing away from Louis’ figure on the floor and snuggling into the covers.
Louis grumbles and makes a noise of protest, although he knows Harry is completely right. He pushes himself up from the floor and crawls over Harry, purposely going slowly over him just to annoy him and flops down on the bed next to him, pulling the covers up and round himself. He looks to Harry and laughs loudly when he notices the expression on the younger boys face; pure irritation and scrunching up his nose in annoyance.
“Unamused.” Is all he said.
Louis finds it adorable and chooses to ignore the annoyance, moving closer to the younger boy, wrapping his arms round his waist and pulling him close, leaning their foreheads together. “You love it.”
“It’s weird.” Harry mocks, smirking when Louis echoes Harry’s previous unamused expression.
“For god sake! Ok so weird was the wrong word. I didn’t mean weird. It’s just...” Louis pauses for a moment to think about it fully “...unusual how strong our bond is, ok? I mean, I would have never have even known you could be this close to a person if I hadn’t met you. It’s not weird; in fact it’s anything but weird. It’s right; so right. I just...’ Louis growls, trying to explain his thoughts.
Harry puts a finger to Louis’ lips, smirking. “I knew what you meant.”
Louis glares. “Prick.”
Harry smiles and snuggles into Louis, kissing his chest softly. Louis sighs and subconsciously traces Harry’s spine with his fingertips. He nudges Harry forward until he can look at him and once again rest his forehead against the curly haired boys. He notices just how sleepy Harry really is and feels his heart swell with affection. He rubs his nose against Harry’s smiling brightly when Harry practically giggles and purrs at the same time. He slowly closes the gap between them and softly captures Harry’s lips with his own, mewling at the contact and smiling into it. He pulls back and kisses the tip of Harry’s nose. Harry doesn’t open his eyes so Louis kisses his eyelids softly and laughs at Harry’s pout. He leans down and again strokes his lips against Harry’s. This time when he pulls away, Harry’s eyes open into slits and Louis has to resist the urge to flip them and pin him under him.
“Stop that thought right now, Tomlinson.” Harry raises an eyebrow at Louis’ smirk. “I’m really tired, sleepy time now.” He snuggles into Louis once again.
Louis smiles. He sighs softly realising just how lucky he is; how happy he is. He kisses Harry’s curls gently and closes his eyes, thinking maybe Harry had the right idea.