Larry one shots

fuckin' toothache

This was requested by thumperglow
Hope u like it luv sorry it took me so long <3

"Louis!" Harry yelled from the kitchen, expecting his husband to have woken up as he made pancakes for their breakfast.

"What?" Came the strained reply, and Harry knew from his voice that something was wrong. He quickly flipped the pancakes and put them on a plate, leaving the decoration for afterward and walking to their bedroom.

There Louis was, sitting with one hand cupping his cheek and the other on his forehead. Harry frowned and approached him.

"What's wrong?"

Louis flinched and removed his hands from their previous positions and put on a fake smile.

Harry could see right through him. He rolled his eyes and moved closer to his husband.

"I am well aware that you can lie very nicely, except for about us, but you can't get past me, lou." Harry said sternly.

"Haz, I am well aware of all of that, but I'm fine, babe. You don't need to worry."

"Don't lie. You looked like shit before you saw me!"

Louis groaned and grabbed Harry's arm, tugging him closer and making him sit on his lap. He cupped Harry's face and looked into his eyes.

"I'm fine, H." Harry pouted but let his hand trail from Louis' forehead to his cheekbone. He then cupped Louis' jaw, pressed down a little bit, and leaned in to kiss him, but Louis let out a loud noise of pain.

"AH FUCKING HELL!" He groaned and Harry pulled his hand away, startled.

They stayed silent as Louis whimpered in pain, and five minutes later, Harry spoke.

"Will you tell me what's wrong now?" Harry asked, playing with his lover's hair.

"Just a bit of toothache, I'm fine!" He said, trying to sound convincing.

"That didn't sound like fine to me, boo. Can I see?" Louis instantly shook his head and looked down, preventing Harry from looking at his beautiful face.

"Lou, please. I don't like seeing you in pain, baby." Harry tried to convince him, but Louis won't budge. He sighed and got up from his lap.

"Breakfast is ready if you can eat."

"YES I FUCKING CAN!"

When Harry rolled his eyes and walked downstairs, he flinched when he saw three other people in their house.

"How the fuck did you lot get in?" He asked, still not used to their best friends barging in without no warning.

"Niall has a spare key, H. How many times do we need to tell you?" Zayn spoke, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever." Harry muttered, still worried about Louis.

"Oi, Oii!" Came the shout from the living room, making all the lads cheer. Harry turned to look at his husband, a fond smile on his face as he saw all the lads greeting him.

He didn't notice Louis' wince when he shouted, though. And Louis' thankful for that. He doesn't want Harry to think he's weak, whining like a little bitch about a toothache.

"You lot up for breakfast? I've got extra." Just their luck.

As they all answered in the affirmative to his proposal and settled down to eat, harry shot Louis a pointed look. One that said, 'we WILL talk about this'. Louis scoffed and picked up an apple from the fruit basket, wanting to prove Harry wrong.