the four times louis really hated that suit and the one time he, yep, still hated it
Title: the four times louis really hated that suit and the one time he, yep, still hated it
Part: 1/1
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Word Count: 1,540
Rating: G-ish, PG-ish if you're sensitive idk
Warnings: implications of sex, mild cursing
Disclaimer: these events only happened in my head and i only own these people in my dreams alright
A/N: really short, light oneshot prompted by harry's recent adventures with his morphsuit as seen here and here
Summary: louis just really hated that fucking suit and harry was being an idiot once again
“See you upstairs,” Harry whispered huskily into Louis’ ear before sliding off the couch and tiptoeing to the staircase. Zayn, Liam and Niall, all curled up on their living room floor eyed their youngest curiously.
“Erm, ah, not feeling well,” Louis offered as an explanation, “Maybe I should go check on him.” He mumbled, getting up clumsily. The other three smiled at him knowingly. Well, Louis wasn’t doing such a good job excusing himself, was he? Embarrassingly, Louis was already feeling flushed and was very much looking forward to exploring the pale expanse of Harry’s skin. It was with great excitement that he dashed up the stairs and into Harry’s room-
“Jesus fucking Christ-“ Louis nearly had a heart attack.
“Hey, there, sexy,” The idiot Harry was in his stupid morphsuit, lying on the stupid bed all mockingly seductive, “I’ve been waiting for you,” He purred, running his hands over his chest (well, the disgusting chest, oh god, Louis gagged at him)
“I fucking hate you.” Louis spat just as Harry had burst into loud, uncontrollable chuckles.
***
Louis trailed kisses down Harry’s neck, nipping and sucking and gasping for breath and-
“Fuck, Lou-“ Harry breathed, running his hands through Louis’ fringe, “You know what would be fun?” He asked coyly.
“Mm, what?” Louis whispered against the younger boy’s jawline, ghosting lips over heated skin.
Harry paused, smiled slightly before, “I should go put on my morphsuit-“
“Fucking twat.” Louis grumbled, sitting up and glaring down at Harry but the younger boy was too busy writhing in laughter to notice.
***
“Louis?” He heard Harry’s voice echo around the flat.
“In the tub!” Louis shouted back, “Join me?” He added, smiling.
“Sure, Boobear,” Harry grinned, sticking his head through the open bathroom door, “Just give me a second.”
Louis closed his eyes and sunk deeper into the warm water, turning up the volume of the The Script album he was playing. A few moments later he felt the water around him slosh slightly as Harry got into the tub, leaning on the edge opposite him. He opened his eyes and-
“Fuck, Harry!” He jumped a mile up in fright, causing some of the warm water to spill over the edge of the tub, “When will you get tired of that?”
“Never,” Harry choked out in between wheezy laughs which, later on, Louis would complain were much more scarier because the face on the morphsuit wasn’t laughing at all. Of course, that only made Harry break into another fit of giggles.
***
Louis sleepily poured himself a glass of milk, the only light in the kitchen coming from the slightly ajar refrigerator door. Yawning, he spotted a dash of movement to his right.
“Harry?” He blinked a few times to clear his vision. Scrunching his eyes up, he scanned the kitchen around him, “Harry, is that you?” From around the corner, Harry walked into the room, already in his morphsuit. But this time, Louis was prepared. He was expecting it.
“Very funny, Harry.” The younger boy just kept walking towards him, “Harry, cut it out, alright. Let’s go back to bed.” Suddenly, Harry stopped in his tracks and stood there, about five feet from Louis and cocked his head to the side.
“Harry?” Louis asked hesitantly, “Are you-“
“Lou, who’re you-“ Louis head snapped to the entrance of the kitchen where a sleepy Harry had just entered, definitely not wearing his morphsuit. He froze and his jaw dropped when he saw Louis and the morphsuit.
“What the fuck, Lou-“ Harry stopped abruptly as the morphsuit reached for Louis and started for him. Louis screamed, Harry screamed, Louis threw the carton of milk in his hand at the morphsuit and it hit it squarely in the chest and he was reaching for the spatula before-
“Christ, Lou! It’s Zayn! It’s Zayn!” The morphsuit was holding his arms out in front of him, “Don’t throw the spatula!” Louis was sure it was Zayn inside the morphsuit now because he was chuckling and Harry was bent over, nearly crying from laughter and Louis threw the spatula anyway and it hit Harry’s shoulder and Louis marched past him mumbling an, “I fucking hate you, Haz,” on his way back to the bedroom.
***
“Lou-Louis, I’m sorry.”
“Sure, Haz. It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not. You’re not even looking at me.” Louis felt the edge of the mattress dip as Harry climbed onto it. Glancing up from his phone, he smiled tersely at the younger boy before going back to scrolling through his twitter feed, “Louis!”
“Harry, it’s okay! Just leave it.”
“It’s been three days, Lou! I’m sorry! I won’t do it ever again. I’ll throw the suit away.” Harry whines, banging his head against the soft cushions, “That last joke was really sour, I’m really sorry!”
Louis sighs and sits up, leaning against the headboard, “I don’t understand why you like it so much,” He shrugs, tossing his phone aside. It lands with a muffled thud on one of their pillows.
“The suit?”
“Well, yeah.” Harry frowns and sits up, crossing his legs beneath him.
“Well, okay, honestly? I was going to put it on and ask you something really, er, ah-nevermind.”
“What were you going-“ He pauses, narrowing his eyes, “Harold Edward Styles, you were not going to ask me to marry you in a morphsuit-“
“No! No, no, no- Hey, I could do that!“ Harry suddenly shouts, eyes lighting up.
“No!” Louis rolls his eyes, grinning at the now pouting Harry.
“What were you going to ask me then, Harry, that was so important you needed a hideous morphsuit to get it out?” The younger boy hesitated, chewing down on his lower lip, cocking his head thoughtfully to the side. Louis smiled softly at him, thinking-a bit jokingly-that it’s a good thing Harry was very pretty.
“Can I put it on?” Harry asked suddenly, leaning forward eagerly, “It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
Louis groaned, “Fine, but this better be good, Styles!” He shouted after Harry who had dashed into their bathroom as soon as Louis had said, “Fi-“
Five minutes later and Harry had strutted back into the room, donning the dreadful morphsuit and a beanie over the top of its bald head.
“What do you want to ask me, Styles?” Louis questioned, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the younger boy.
“Louis William Tomlinson,” Harry started, “Would you still love me if I looked like this?”
Louis stared at Harry. The morphsuit stared back.
“Lou?” Harry prompted, “Mate, are you-“
“That’s what you wanted to ask me? Harry, are you serious? That’s it? That’s why you bought that?” Harry nodded slowly.
“You’re such an idiot, Haz!” Louis laughed, kneeling up on the bed and crawling to the end. Harry meets him halfway and stands with his knees touching Louis’, placing his hands on the older boy’s waist to steady him, “Couldn’t you have just asked me like a normal person?” Louis grinned.
“No, Lou!” Harry whined, “I saw it on the shop window and, at first, it scared me to death and then I thought to myself, god it would be great if Louis could see this and, like, what if I wore it and then I thought, would he leave me? Because I’m, you know, an idiot-“
“You are.”
“I know! So then I bought it and I was sidetracked because, you know, you were so scared and it was so funny- but, okay, no, it wasn’t funny in the end but anyway-“
“Okay, okay, shut up, Harry-Haz, hazza, shhh,” Louis whispered and Harry stuttered to a stop.
“Rambling?”
“Yeah, a bit.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Louis smiled, “Hazzabug, much as I love the suit-” He glared pointedly at Harry, “-you didn’t have to buy it. Honestly, you didn’t even have to ask. You could look like that-or worse- and you’d still be my Harry, yeah?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” Harry paused and Louis could definitely hear the smile in his voice. Harry leaned forward for a kiss but, to Louis, all he could see were the empty, hollow eyes of the morphsuit.
“No! No, no, no, no-Harry!” He chuckled, wriggling out of Harry’s arms, “Take the suit off first, you prick!” Harry’s booming laugh was filled the room as he reached behind him to unzip the suit. A few tugs later and Harry had stopped laughing.
“Louis, it’s stuck,” Harry grunted, pulling on the zipper again.
“What do you mean it’s stuck?”
“I mean it’s stuck as in, it’s stuck! Seriously-Lou, stop laughing!” But Louis was already bent over on the bed, smiling up at Harry.
“You know what this means, right?” Louis wheezed in between giggles.
“What?”
“Morphsuit Harry isn’t going to get a kiss ‘till it comes off.”
“Lou!”
***
Half an hour later, Harry lay on the bed, arms crossed against his chest. He frowned at the ceiling, glaring daggers at it- but it’s not like Louis could see it because- Harry tugged at the tight suit,
“I fucking hate this stupid suit.”
And Louis burst into laughter but leaned over to kiss him through the fabric.
~end~