Larry Stylinson oneshot
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"You Always Make Me Smile"
“Harold Edward Styles, you get your nude butt out here this instant!”
Harry laughed at the sound of his best mate screaming from the living room as he pulled on his polo. He ruffled his hair, fixing the curls, pushing his bangs back and called out to him.
“It’s raining out, Lou. Do you want me getting ill?”
He slipped his feet into his sneakers, adjusting them then starting for the door, checking his pocket to make sure his phone was there.
“Funny, Styles. Don’t expect me to fall for it; I know you’re not even half dressed yet. If I have to come in there and dress you myself, it’ll be nasty!”
Harry laughed as he walked out into the living room, fully clothed, seeing Louis’s surprised face.
“Oh. Um…well then…right. Grab your coat and let’s go.”
Harry couldn’t help his continuous laughter at the look on Louis’s face. He never woke up on time for anything, so it was obviously a shock to Louis that it only took two times calling his name before Harry was completely dressed and ready to go. Louis handed him his coat, which Harry pulled on and zipped up, then walked over to the door, yawning.
“Y’know where we’re off to today? I still can’t believe they signed us up for something after they’d given us the holiday off. It’s absolute garbage.”
Louis smirked a little, ruffling the younger boy’s hair on the way out the door.
“Don’t worry, Hazza. It’ll be fun. We’ll give the fans some new Larry Stylinson to hold them over until the next year.”
Harry closed the door behind them, shivering as the cold air hit his skin.
“We’ve given them lots of Larry Stylinson. And I doubt today will be any different. It’s a…signing or interview or something, isn’t it?”
Louis’s response was a sneaky smirk and a light tap on Harry’s cheek. He then turned and opened the cab door, letting Harry in first, which successfully made the younger boy forget their conversation.
“Since when do we take cabs for work?”
Again, Louis only smirked in response, following the curly haired boy into the cab, closing the door behind them and handing the cab driver the address he’d scribbled on a wrinkled sheet of paper. Harry raised an eyebrow, looking curiously at Louis.
“Lou-Lou, we already live together. You know you don’t have to try and kidnap me, right?”
Louis laughed, shaking his head and looking at the curly haired boy with a wicked smile.
“Don’t you ever quiet down? Here…”
Louis wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulders, pulling him close and holding him in his embrace, letting the younger boy settle against his body, smiling.
“Just relax and we’ll be there before you know it.”
Louis pressed a kiss to Harry’s curls and the younger boy’s entire face broke into a smile, eyes shining brightly and happily. Harry blissfully rested against his friend’s body, eyes falling lightly shut, completely relaxed and silent through their entire ride.
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“You can pull over right here, that’s all right. We can walk the rest of the way. Thanks.”
Harry’s eyes opened at Louis’ words and he shifted to try and look out of the window. His eyebrows furrowed slightly when he realized where they were.
“We have a show at the park? No, can’t be. Even if we did, there would be people here already, by the hundreds.”
Louis paid the cab driver and leaned over Harry’s body to open the door, ignoring his words.
“Out already, Hazza. We’re late as it is.”
Harry got out of the car and looked around, confused.
“But, BooBear, what are we late for exactly? There’s nobody here!”
Louis smiled at Harry, then looked over his shoulder, smile widening as he waved.
“Sure there are people here. Look! Zayn, Niall and Liam, all here on time! And luckily, it’s only drizzling.”
Harry turned to look at the direction that Louis had waved at, smiling at the boys across the water fountain, then turned back to Louis.
“So, we’re all here with no fans and no bodyguards. What aren’t you telling me, Lou?”
Louis didn’t answer, just waggled his eyebrows a bit and smiled sneakily at the younger boy. Harry sighed, rolling his eyes and turning away from Louis, starting to walk towards the other boys, hands digging into his coat pockets.
“All right, fine! Don’t tell me. I’ll go find out myself. Niall can’t keep secrets from any of us!”
Louis laughed at Harry’s child-like behavior, watching him walk away for a moment before starting to follow him calmly.
“Do you really think Zayn will let him spill it?”
Harry didn’t respond, just started walking faster, making Louis laugh again. Once the two reached the other boys, Harry immediately looked at Niall, ignoring the boys’ hellos and opening his mouth to speak. Before he could get a sound out, however, Zayn wrapped his arm around Niall, pulling the boy closer and smiling widely at him, kissing his lips softly and whispering.
“Ignore him, Nialler.”
The two didn’t take their eyes off each other as Zayn spoke again, a bit louder and obviously aimed at Harry.
“Don’t you think we’ve thought this through, Curly?”
Liam laughed as Harry pouted and stomped his foot, looking around at them.
“I have to admit, I didn’t think Louis had it in him to plan things out so carefully.”
Harry turned to face Louis, still pouting. Louis laughed, pulling Harry close and hugging him tight.
“Oh, Hazza, come on! Don’t give me that look. You know I can’t resist that pout.”
He pulled back, smiling at Harry and pinching his cheek. He turned to look at the other three boys, nodding at them.
“I think it’s time, lads. Let’s stop torturing him. Nialler, ready?”
Niall nodded at Louis’ question though he was still staring deep into Zayn’s eyes.
“Ready, Tommo!”
Zayn kissed Niall’s forehead before releasing him and allowed the shorter boy to pick up his guitar. Harry looked even more confused now as he watched the four smiling faces and Louis started to lead him off, away from the boys and closer to the fountain. As the familiar music began and Niall counted off “two, one, two, three…”, Harry turned to Louis and smiled as the older boy began to sing.
“I like your messy hair. I like the clothes you wear. I like the way you sing, and when you dance with me.”
Louis moved close to Harry, taking his hand and spinning him to the music as Zayn continued the lyrics, “Ready, set, here we go.” Louis pulled Harry close, one arm wrapping loosely around his waist, his other hand in Harry’s while Harry’s free hand rested on Louis’s shoulder and they began to sway to the music, Louis singing softly with the other three boys providing the backup vocals.
“I don’t know why I love you, I just can’t stop thinking of you. Oh wait! It’s cause you make me smile. You always make me smile.”
Their bodies continued to sway, eyes locked on each other, completely unaware of the crowd that was quickly building around them.
“I like that rainbow pair of gym shoes that you wear. I like the way you sing, and when you dance with me. I like the face you make, and when you dance with me. I like the rules you break, and when you dance with me. I like the cake you bake, and when you dance with me. I like the chance you take. So won’t you dance with me?”
The music stalled for only a moment, Niall counting them in again with “three, two, one…” and all four boys harmonized together perfectly through the last chorus, still allowing Louis’s voice to have the lead.
“I don’t know why I love you, I just know I can’t stop thinking of you. Oh wait! It’s cause you make me smile. You always make me smile. You always make me smile.”
The music stopped completely this time and was followed immediately by cheering and clapping from the audience Harry and Louis weren’t aware of until now. Louis looked around at everyone, and then back at Harry, who was grinning from ear to ear. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but was immediately cut off by Louis’ lips pressing against his, kissing him softly, hands cupping the sides of his face, eyes not leaving his. Harry moaned softly for a moment, completely caught off guard, but instantly kissing back, his eyes fluttering a bit, hands gripping Louis’ shoulders. When they broke away from the kiss only moments later, Louis spoke loud enough for everyone to hear, even over all of the screaming.
“I love you, Hazza. And I always have. So tell me, will you be my valentine, now and always?”
Harry giggled at Louis’ words, nodding eagerly in response.
“Of course, BooBear. It’s about time!”
Louis smiled just as widely as Harry, squeezing his hips.
“Sorry for making you wait, love.”
“All’s forgiven.”
Harry kissed Louis’s lips hard, smiling widely at him, eyes shining with complete adoration and happiness.
“And I love you, too. Always have, BB.”
Louis wrapped his arms around Harry’s body, holding him close. Harry looked over Louis’s shoulder at the other three boys, grinning happily at them. Zayn and Niall were pressed close together, as always, while Liam had his arm wrapped around Zayn’s shoulder, smiling widely back at Harry. He then looked around at all of the complete strangers, and fans, that were cheering them on. As Louis pulled away, he whispered into Harry’s ear the exact same thought the younger boy was having at that very moment.
“Things couldn’t be any more perfect.”
Harry smiled, kissing Louis’s lips then shrugging a shoulder, whispering softly to him.
“I can think of one way things could be just a bit better, but it’ll have to wait until we sign autographs and take some photos. I love our fans!”
Louis smiled, kissing Harry’s lips, giving him one last squeeze before releasing him.
“I love them, too. So let’s get to it? Let’s sign everything as Larry Stylinson. I’ll write out Larry, you write Stylinson, on each and ever autograph!”
Harry laughed, watching the older boy’s excitement, and nodding. The two boys joined the other three and then walked over to the fans, giving hugs and autographs, taking pictures. Harry couldn’t keep the huge smile off of his face. Louis Tomlinson was finally his boyfriend. Life really couldn’t get better.