Larry Stylinson One Shots

Mr. Tomlinson

Summary: The band has to go to a premiere and Harry almost spills the beans about his and Louis' marriage

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Harry Tomlinson. Harold Edward Tomlinson. 

That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? You know what else has a nice ring to it? Harry's finger. He's got a nice gold wedding band on it and it couldn't be more perfect.

"Mr. Tomlinson?" Louis' voice calls from the bedroom, pulling Harry out of his thoughts. He had been happily spinning the ring on his finger, thinking about how much he loves his new husband.

"Yes, Mr. Tomlinson?" Harry replies, leaving the bathroom and heading back towards his love.

"Oh, hello Mr. Tomlinson." Louis grins cheekily, opening his arms wide for Harry, wrapping around his neck when the two meet.

"Hi. Can I do something for you, my angel?" Harry questions, a smile glowing on his features.

"No. I just wanted to call you that."

"It's fantastic, isn't it?" Harry looks down to the blue eyes, his hands sliding around Louis' waist.

"Of course it is. Harry Tomlinson, it just sounds so... right."

"So right." Harry agrees, mumbling as he leans down to press a kiss to the original Tomlinson's lips. "Wish I could call you Louis Styles, though."

"Harry Tomlinson sounds better."

"They both sound amazing."

"I can't argue with that." Louis tilts his chin again to kiss Harry, their lips working together slowly. Bending down, Harry gets a better hold on his husband, his grip tightening around his waist before one hand trails up his spine to the back of his neck. Louis runs his fingers through Harry's hair, tugging ever so slightly at the luscious curls.

Pulling back, Harry takes a deep breath in. "God. I love you so much, baby."

Louis pouts, his fingers grabbing fistfuls of hair. "Then why'd you stop kissing me?"

"Cause we don't have time to have fun and get to the premiere on time."

"Who needs the premiere? It's just a silly movie we're not even in."

Humming, Harry lightly runs his fingertips up and down Louis' back, internally agreeing with the man.

"I know, but we still have to go and support the cast. Besides, how would it look if Niall, Zayn and Liam showed up and we didn't?"

"It'd look like they'd be suffering while I'd be having the time of my life."

Laughing softly, Harry leaves one more lingering kiss on the corner of Louis' mouth before taking a step back.

"How do I look?" He asks, spinning in a slow circle to give him the full view.

"You look hot in everything you wear, Haz. But you know what? You look even hotter when you wear nothing."

A scarlet blush rushes to the younger man's cheeks as he turns away shyly. He can't risk thinking about what Louis had said too much, or else a problem might arise.

"Get ready, husband." He tuts, heading to the door to give privacy.

"I think I'd get ready faster if you helped me." Louis calls out, leaning all his weight on one leg and crossing his arms, giving Harry a pointed look.

Giggling silently, Harry bows out of the room, closing the door behind him and heading to the kitchen.

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