Love

Late Sunday Mornings

Okay, so i made myself a tumblr it's larryshipper-lilicoul.tumblr.com I'll be updating on both accounts (wattpad&tumblr) so here, enjoy:)

Hope you like it and let me remind you that if you have any ideas of what I could write then feel free to tell me, I'll be glad to write them.

Note, this one is full on sweet little kisses and cuddles I guess, since Louis' a cuddly little kitten. And it's shorter than the other oneshots but hope you'll enjoy anyways:)

~Lili~

Louis woke up, the place next to him empty. He frowned as he patted the bed, he didn't like it when Harry left him alone in the morning, especially chilly mornings such as this one. He shivered as he stood up and made his way to their wardrobe, his fluffy tail naturally curling itself around himself to keep his body warm, not that it was working but it was still a pretty good start. He picked up his favourite sweater -Harry's sweater, and snuggled into it. He loved wearing his boyfriend's clothes, it just felt so warm and fluffy and comfortable and it just felt like Harry. He loved wearing Harry's sweater, even if it was too big for him and hung too low, arriving almost mid thigh. It didn't matter that the sleeves were way too long and that his fingers didn't show up at the end and it definitely didn't matter that it was the only thing he wore on these cold Sunday mornings.

He made his way downstairs as his cat ears shot up, feeling the cold wood underneath his bare feet. He shivered once more and mentally cursed Harry for always feeling too warm and never turning the heating on. It was days like these that he loved the most because he could use it against his curly haired boyfriend. He would use the excuse of being way too cold to move so that the other lad would cuddle with him all day and cover his face in sweet kisses, Harry would rub his huge hand across Louis back while the other buried itself in Louis' feathery hair, untangling them and curling them around his slender fingers.

Desperate for a nice cuddle, Louis made his way to the kitchen only to find it empty, not single trace of Harry even being there in the first place. He didn't like the feeling that crept under his skin of knowing that his boyfriend wasn't around. "H-Hazza?" He called out as he walked out of the kitchen and made his way to the living room, his ears fluttering mildly, trying to figure out if Harry was indeed home. "I'm here sweetheart." Harry spoke softly from the couch. "Hazza!" Came Louis' voice, all bubbly and joy overflowing. He flung himself into his boyfriend's open arms and straddled the younger lad in the process. Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around the smaller lad. "'Morning love." Louis absolutely loved Harry's morning voice, all low and incredibly raspier than ever. He smiled at the thought and snuggled closer, wanting more warmth. "'M cold" He mumbled into Harry's neck skin as he buried his face there. "Lucky I'm warm hm?" Harry teased, a smirk on his lips, knowing that Louis would cling to him all day if he woke up cold. "Yup, Hazza's the warmest of all warm people." Louis exclaimed, nuzzling at his boyfriend's cheek before laying a soft kiss there. "And you're the cuddliest of all cuddly people, love." Harry said as he kissed Louis' forehead softly. "Come on then baby boy, let's get you something to eat yeah?" Harry told the other lad as he heard the soft grumble of Louis' tummy. Louis hummed in response and hang on to Harry as the younger lad stood up, carrying Louis to the kitchen. Louis liked it when his boyfriend carried him around the flat. He liked having his legs wrapped around the younger lad's waist and his arms around his neck. And most of all, he liked it that Harry was caring and warm and cuddly, because that's exactly what Louis needs when he's bored.

Harry left Louis sitting on the counter, next to him as he manage to find something to cook breakfast with for the other lad. "I want pancakes!" Louis requested quickly, his fluffy ears fluttering in excitement, as Harry made his way to the fridge. "Anything for you, love." Harry said with a chuckle under his breath. The smile that spread across Louis' face was enough to bring a dimpled smile on his lips. Harry loved how every little thing seemed to make Louis happy, joy overflowing from him. He liked how Louis followed him like a lost kitten, only dressed in one of his own over sized sweater and clinging to him. But most of all, he realized, he just loved Louis in general, whatever the cat like lad did.

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Some time after breakfast, as Louis clung to Harry like he always did, they decided to watch a movie, just like any of their typical Sundays. Louis sat next to Harry on their couch. His head was resting on Harry's shoulder and the younger lad kept a tight grip around his waist through the whole movie. Although Louis doesn't recall much of the movie, he enjoyed it nonetheless as Harry kept him busy, pecking his lips every now and then As the ending credits rolled on the screen, Louis tilted his head to the side, looking up at Harry, his blue eyes bright and wide. "Hazza?" He whispered softly. "What's wrong, love?" Harry spoke worriedly as he recognized the tone of voice his boyfriend used whenever he was unsure and needed some comforting. "I-I've been thinking... " He spoke slowly as his ears fluttered against his hair. Harry only looked at him, his hand buried in Louis' hair, waiting for him to go on talking. "[...] will you love me forever? Because loving you is the best thing that ever happened to me. And if loving you feels this good... then loving you forever and ever seems perfect to me." Louis spoke, as a blush made its appearance on his cheeks. Harry was quick to speak as he held on tightly to the other lad. "Of course I'll love you forever baby. Don't you ever doubt that."

He leaned down and lay a light  kiss on his boyfriend's lips. "I love you now, I'll love you tomorrow and everyday after that, sweetheart." He spoke, his lips brushing Louis' with every word he spoke. Louis grinned and leaned in for another kiss as his hands tangled into Harry's curly locks. 

And yeah, Louis definitely loved late Sunday mornings because if he could get kisses and cuddles and promises of forever from Harry's lips, he could get whatever he wanted, and right now, all he wanted was Harry.