Larry one-shots

Mornings

Harry always woke up first. He would slowly rise from bed, gently kiss Louis' forehead and then head out for a run.

On his way back, he would pick Louis up some Yorkshire tea and coffee for himself. He would quickly whip up some breakfast and then go to wake Louis up.

"Boo, wake up." He said, gently caressing Louis' sides and pulling him to lay on his chest. Louis would always grumble at being woken up but showed his appreciation to Harry by giving him millions of kisses on his chest, cheeks, nose and lips.

They would lay in bed for a few more minutes, tangled up in each other and exchanging soft words.

Harry would then drag Louis out of the bed and plate him some breakfast, most mornings feeding him on his lap while occasionally taking bites from his own food. Louis would try to feed him back everyday but Harry would decline, too content with having his baby in his arms, completely dependent on him.

They would then take a bath or shower together, both washing each other, and after that, Harry would bundle Louis up in a million coats, scarves and beanies, due to London's cold climate, making sure he was alright.

Louis was Harry's baby and would always be.