The Ultimate Larry One Shot Collection ✨

Pizza

"I KNOW YOU WANNA TAKE IT SLOW OH OH. THINK ABOUT ALL THE PLACES WE COULD GO OH OH. IF YOU GIVE IN TONIG-" Louis stops singing when he hears someone stifling their laugh. He turns around to see Harry, his cheeks puffed, containing his giggles. The shock of the incident causes Louis to lose his footing, making him flop down on bed both the boys share. Harry, noticing he's been caught, let's go, his laugh filling the now silent room. He clutches his stomach, his legs bent as he tries not to fall on the ground. A very embarrassed and red Louis slides down the bed, stalking towards his boyfriend. Harry's laughter reduces to a bunch of chuckles. "It's a good song okay..." Louis mutters, pouting. Harry barks out another laugh before opening his arms and straddling Louis' very small body. Louis rests his head on Harry's shoulder. Well not exactly on top, cause he can't reach, but just placing his chin on Harry's chest, his hands wrapping themselves around Harry's waist.

Harry places his head on top of Louis' before saying, "Now. If you're done looking like a sad angry kitten, can we discuss dinner?" Louis' frown deepens as does his pout, looking more like an angry kitten every second. Harry rolls his eyes, trying to contain his fond.

"Let's go to that new place at the end of the street, the fancy one." Louis breathes, looking at Harry with wide eyes. Harry looks at Louis, skeptical of his choice.

"You want to go there? I heard its very fancy, you'll have to dress up and all." Harry warned. Louis looked up at Harry, straining his neck to look into the eyes of the giant in front of him, nodding his head. Harry shrugged, disentangling himself from the hug and moving towards their bed, shrugging off his coat in the process, leaving him in just a white T-shirt. Louis tried not to stare at Harry's back, directing his gaze to their open closet. One side of the closet was nearly organized, the clothes in them folded in piles and placed on top of each other. The shelves on this side housed different clothing items ranging from shirts to boots. This was Harry's side of the closet. The other side, Louis', was spilling with clothing items. All the clothes on this side were wrinkled, probably smelling of sweat due to the time passed since the last time they had seen the washer. All the clothes on this side was haphazardly thrown in, mixing the shirts, bottoms and the shoes together. Louis shook his head slowly, in disgust and impending horror. He slowly slithered across the length of their room towards Harry, wrapping his arms around Harry from behind.
"What do you want this time?" he asked.

Louis giggled, wrapping his arms tighter and whispering, "Can I maybe borrow one of your shirts... Pretty please?" Harry shook his head, removing Louis' hand from his waist and turning around to face him. He bent a little, kissing Louis' forehead gingerly, his eyes fluttering shut. Then backed away, and leaned on the wall behind him propping one foot up. He slowly nodded his head, in reaction to which Louis jumped up squealing a bunch of thank you's and moving to Harry's part of the closet.

After five minutes of rummaging, he managed to find a black T-shirt he liked, taking it with him to the washroom, with his jeans on his other hand. A few seconds after Louis had locked himself in the washroom, Harry heard a string of curses coming from within. He looked at the door worried something happened to Louis, when the door opened and Louis stepped out. Harry's shirt was reaching Louis' thighs, the sleeves almost till Louis' elbows. The neckline of the shirt plunged, showing Louis' chest. Louis looked at Harry, and slowly asked, "Let's just order pizza instead?"