Larry Oneshots

Let Me Help You, Love

Summary: Harry gets sad because he can't get the knots out of his hair but Louis is there to help him.

Got the idea from zara.stylinson on Tik Tok, thank you!

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Harry cried out in frustration as the brush got caught on yet another knotted curl. He had been trying for over 15 minutes now, and his hair wasn't giving. Harry ripped the brush out, only causing another jolt of pain to shoot through his scalp. He threw, well, more like tossed, as he wasn't a violent person, the cursed item onto the couch that sat across the room.

Tears rolled down his face as the feeling of failure and anger coursed through him. He was just so frustrated, and was seriously debating grabbing the scissors on the desk and chopping off his godforsaken curls.

It was just hair! Why couldn't he complete one of the most simplest tasks in the world? Everyone did it. Was it that difficult, or was it he just that stupid?

Harry whimpered to himself and fell to the floor, curling in on himself and crying. His knees were pulled against his chest as he dragged himself so his back rested against the wall.

Harry felt so worthless in the moment. The boys were waiting for him downstairs, and he sat here crying to himself because he could tame his unruly curls.

That thought only made him cry harder. He pushed his head against the wall behind him and sobbed, hands pulling at his scalp and pulling hard.

Harry was so caught up in his own world that he didn't hear the door open, nor the voice that came with it.

"Harry?" Louis asked, looking around the room. He noticed the brush that sat on the couch. What caught his attention was seeing figure curled up against the wall, opposite of the desk, and the muffled crying that came with it. Then he immediately realized what was happening. "Oh, love."

Louis rushed over to his boy and kneeled down next to him, noting the matted curls but paying no mind. "Haz? Baby? Look at me."

Harry sniffled and through his sobs, he heard the voice of his boyfriend. He cautiously peeked over the hood of his arms where his head was buried and his green, red-rimmed eyes met soft, blue ones. "Lou?"

Louis smiled sweetly at the croaked tone his lover had and spoke in a whisper, "Hey there, lover boy. Want some help?"

Harry blushed in embarrassment but his tummy filled with butterflies as Louis saw right through him. "Um," He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "Yes, please."

He grabbed Louis' much smaller hand when it was offered to him. Harry was pulled to his feet and he followed Louis over to the couch, where Louis gently pushed him down to sit on the floor in front of the seat, but not before Louis gave him a pillow for his bum. He extended his long legs in front of him, bending them at the knees and placing his hands there, waiting.

Louis grabbed the brush from where it sat on front of the couch. He brought the beautiful curls from Harry's shoulders and rested them all on Harry's back. Louis started at the bottom and brushed through the tips, the ends not being knotted. Then he moved up an inch and continued, treating the soft hairs as if they were glass that would shatter. He was now in the mid section of Harry's curls, where the most of the tangled curls sat. But he only felt relaxed and his hands were careful as he pulled the bristles of the brush through the mats.

Harry felt better now that he didn't have that tool pulling out chucks of his hair. Louis treated him as if he was a porcelain doll. He felt no pain other than the slight tug every now and then, but even that only lasted for a split second before Louis stopped and tried again, brushing through with softer hands.

Any tug that Louis felt pull on Harry's scalp, he soothed it with a kiss and then continued.

Louis was nearly finished. He brought the brush up to the top of Harry's head and brushed from where it was parted, all the way down, no knots laying in the way. He continued all the way around, adding a few extra strokes all around. He set the brush down on the couch and watched as Harry's natural curls, curled back into place. "All done." He whispered sweetly, placing one last kiss on Harry's head.

Harry craned his neck back and laid his head in between Louis' legs, looking up. "Thank you, Lou."

Louis smiled down at the boy, and leaned down, placing a short, upside down kiss on Harry's lips. "Anytime, love."

He pulled Harry's head up off the couch, being careful was to not hit the boy with his legs while standing up. He turned back and repeated his actions with Harry from earlier, reaching a hand out. "Come on. The boys are probably about ready to leave without us." Louis joked.

Harry giggled in response, grabbing Louis' extended hand and pulling himself up. Louis wrapped his arm around Harry's waist, and they walked out the door.

That awful brush staying behind.

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I loved writing this so much. I'm having this moment  where I'm feeling super motivated, so you guys get two updates today.

Thanks for reading, Larry Lovers!

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