larry oneshots

sunny mornings

a/n: spoiling u w some fluff bc y'all had to deal w my bullshit the last chapter, v sorry but i'm not taking it back bc i love angst

also shade's part still isn't canon idc 🧍‍♀️

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The sunlight peeked through the semi-shut blinders, causing a sharp streak to hit Harry's eye just right. He blinks awake, wincing at the harsh glow nearly blinding him, as he shifts, trying to get more comfortable. One of the windows has been left open, leaving behind a flutter of chirps and a gentle breeze that was just strong enough to slightly shift Harry's hair. Not enough to soothe the fact he was burning from the thick duvets, but still. It was peaceful, as he laid there, unmoving, not wanting to disturb the peacefully sleeping Louis behind him.

He didn't want to move yet, no, despite the slight discomfort; for he was perfectly content in the nest of blankets and pillows surrounding him, and his ever-so-warm boyfriend cuddling him from behind, nose buried in his neck with soft breaths huffed out of his slightly chapped lips, and legs tangled up with his own. Harry smiled absentmindedly at the thought of Louis' eyes shut, face docile and sweet, deep asleep, his nose scrunching every once in a while, probably dreaming about something.

Harry turns slowly, wanting to see for himself, as he twists around, reslotting their legs together and picking up one of Louis' hands, as he starts to softly play with his fingers. Louis' hand was small, a lot smaller than his, almost dainty looking, yet still manly. He traces over the rope tattoo, remembering, much to his amusement, about how much Louis was against tattoos at first. Ironic, really, judging by the vast expanse of cartoonish designs inked across his forearm and the occasional matching tattoo littered throughout. He hears a small grumble, muffled and soft from sleep, followed by an impossibly adorable nose twitch that has Harry's heart melting in adoration all over again for the boy before his eyelids flutter open.

Louis' got one of the most gorgeous eyes Harry's ever had the pleasure of witnessing. It's a gentle blue, a beautiful, unique, impossible-to-describe blue that makes Harry want to scream about it to the world. So when Louis slowly opens his eyes, half-lidded from sleepiness, a small smile full of fond on his face, Harry feels himself imploding, his heart unable to take the amount of love that's flooding through his veins at the moment, despite the years they've been together, despite all the hardships they've gone through, Harry still feels the incredible impact this boy's got on him like it's the first time they saying 'i love you's, and he knows, he just knows, that Louis is the one that he'll stay with until his deathbed; as morbid as it sounds, Harry isn't scared. He just feels so much love.

"Morning," a soft rasp breaks him out of his love-stricken thoughts, making Harry's heart beat a lot faster at the sound of his voice; his eyes gaze into Louis', who still looks half asleep, burrowing his head into Harry's neck, letting out a small groan at being woken up. Harry laughed gently, leaning back slightly, much to the discontent of Louis, before giving him a small kiss on the forehead, watching as Louis scrunched up his nose with endearment dripping down his face.

"Hi," murmured back, placing another kiss onto his nose, watching as Louis let out a dopey smile, eyes weighed down heavily from the sleep still wrapped around him like a soothing blanket. He watches Harry in a daze, still holding onto him, as if never letting go, before burrowing his head back into his neck.

"Get off of me, you oaf," Harry laughed gently, peering down to their tangled limbs, wondering how the hell they managed to get into this position in the first place, "I have to go piss."

"No," Louis' reaction was immediate, immediately set on squeezing the life out of Harry, a leg coming up to wrap around his waist as he whined, "No."

"Lou," Harry sung, managing to push Louis' leg off, "I'll make you tea if you get off."

At that, Louis perked up immediately, sliding all limbs away from Harry and sliding to the other side of the bed, grinning maniacally. Harry pouted, "That was mean."

"Sorry love, tea will always come before you," Louis chirped back overenthusiastically, "Now, off you go!"

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When Harry returned from using the bathroom and making long-awaited tea, he was met with bright eyes and a cheery smile, vastly contrasting his previous sleepy grumbles that had once stuck to his features. Grabby hands ensued, which Harry couldn't help but completely fawn over, letting out a small giggle as he passed the hot mug over.

"Fucking finally," Louis chirped, grabbing the mug gratefully, immediately taking a sip, "Took you long enough."

"You're so mean today," Harry pouted again, attempting to cuddle up to Louis again, making tea had let in a chill, whereas Louis was always a literal oven. Louis complied, a hand sliding over his hair, attempting to smooth down his unruly curls, and giving Harry an ungodly head massage that Harry couldn't help but lean into his side a bit more, letting out an (embarrassing) close noise similar to a cat's purr, before closing his eyes, letting Louis' small hums and gentle fingers lull him back to sleep.

It was peaceful, so peaceful, as Harry lied there, the sun hitting him just right and warmth spreading throughout his body, hands carding through his curls, hums of broken tunes or snippets of songs coming from above him, his heart beating a bit harder as he recognises some of the songs as his own; it's sung so wonderfully, barely audible, yet so loud, and Harry couldn't help but revel at how far he's come, that he knows what love feels like, truly. That he knows what true tranquility and true adoration for someone feels like.

And he's so glad he does.

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ending is super rushed wow i got tired of this stuck in my drafts

i hate writing fluff w a passion bc angst>>> but i wanted to practice.. help i dont like it what do i do

lmao i wrote the first bit whilst in the middle of a walk, looking at the sunset for inspiration, ironically

i almost got run over twice tho so pls don't do this, be safe kids, 0/10 do not recommend

i hate writing on my phone i'm bad at typing on it so there might be a lot of grammar mistakes, v sorry

oh yeah i took a MASSIVE break in the middle of this so my writing style kinda died and went trash but hopefullyyyyyy yall still like it????? idk what happened to it its just dead now i cant write anymore

ive been pretty distant from the larry fandom recently; i kinda? got into the dsmp among other things so i kinda forgot abt wattpad LMAOO, also my mental health sucks bc school started again

i still wanna work on some projects tho so idk we'll see

i love u allllll so fucking much

- c.