Larry Stylinson One Shots

Can I?

Harry wakes up to the scent of burnt toast and pancakes filling his nostrils. He smiled knowing full well who it was in the kitchen. He sat on the bed still feeling a bit light headed. He didn't want to bother Louis with his cooking, so he just got the laptop from the bedside table and opened it.

The screen lights up, showing a picture of two cheeky, 16 and 18 year old with a massive and happy smile on their faces.

Louis suddenly walks in the room, still wearing an apron.

"Look how cute we looked here", Harry points at the laptop screen with a smile of admiration plastered on his face.

Louis walks over from the foot of the bed and sat beside Harry, scooting very close to him closing the gap of their bodies, He places a kiss on Harry's cheeks making him blush.

"Now that's cuter." Louis says as he looked at Harry with a smile, the other boys face becoming redder.

"My baby's blushing," he teases more, the smile on Harry's face getting bigger.

"I'm still mad at you though," Harry says with a serious tone and Louis' face switched from happiness to horror.

"I'm just kidding." Harry laughs then he sneezes making them both laugh.

"Bless you!"

"But we still have to talk about last night," Harry babbled hugging Louis closer to his sides.

"I know Harry, I know. but later," Louis smiles, putting his head on Harry's chest, inhaling his scent.

"You know I've been thinking last night is how sad everything has been in the past few months everything has changed, you, me, even the boys, the management, and no matter what we do, we can never bring back what we once had," Harry sighs, closing the laptop on his lap and putting it on the bedside table.

"We can bring it back. Today we will bring it back," Louis encourages still clinging tightly on Harry's hot chest. His temperature was still higher than normal. He was so sick he would sneeze every second, and the crying the night before didn't really help on curing it.

"That's impossible." Harry looked at Louis with a puzzled expression.

"It is impossible, Harold, now let's start by eating the pancakes I just made," Louis said cheerfully. He tried to stand up but Harry put his arms around him tighter.

"Can we just start by laying here in bed together? I still feel sick," Harry says, pouting.

"As much as I'd like that, you need to eat so you could drink your meds and go to work tomorrow," Louis points out, squirming off of Harry's grasp.

"Okay, Mom" Harry jokes and let's go of Louis.

Louis stood up and Harry grabbed his right hand, and Louis flinched, immediately hiding his hand to his back.

"What is that?" Harry's eyes widened in shock, Louis was not saying a word, he didn't want Harry to know that he hurt himself.

"Nothing, it's nothing baby," Louis denies turning away from Harry.

"How can we bring back the old days, if you're not going to tell me what's that?" Harry says annoyed his headache adding to the irritation of the situation.

"It's nothing big Harry, please let's just let this go," Louis says and Harry hugged him from the back, grabbing his injured hand and put it up to his face to inspect it, Louis just let him.

"What did you do?" Harry asks calmly still inspecting his covered hand.

"Punched a mirror" Louis whispered most to himself.

Harry didn't utter another word. He never thought Louis would be that bothered or hurt, to punch a mirror and hurt himself, their fights have never come to this point.

Harry placed his lips on Louis' injured hand. the small boy just stayed quiet, feeling really comfy in their position at the moment. The tension between them was gone, everything surrounding them was comfortable silence. An unspoken conversation running through the room.

"Please, don't ever hurt yourself again," Harry says, putting Louis hands down and intertwining his hands in Louis left hand. Harry stands beside Louis, and Louis looked at their hands and blushed.

"But the mirror taunted me," Louis jokes a smile breaking at his lips.

"You can't just punch someone because they teased you? Can you?" Harry says with a fatherly voice.

"Sorry daddy," Louis frowns and Harry looked at him with a big grin in his face, as a sexual pun came into his mind.

"You'll get your punishment later," Harry whispers near Louis' ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Louis looks up at his boyfriend and gave him an authoritative look.

"Who told you, you could?" He says with a stern look, a smile slowly creeping on his lips.

"Can I tonight?" Harry looks down at him with puppy dog eyes, batting his eyelashes hoping that his boyfriend gives in with his plea.

"Most definitely not." Louis smirks and Harry just frowns down at him.

"Why not?" He pouts, removing his hands from Louis'. Louis tried to think of an answer but he just can't, the truth is he's just afraid of what Harry has in-store for him, because the last time Harry topped, He couldn't sit the following day.

"I won't eat till you let me." Harry says crossing his arms together.

"Oh come on Love, really?" Louis sighs.

"Yes, really." Harry turns around still arms crossed. He knows that in just a few seconds Louis will give in to what he want.

He counts in his head in

3..

2..

1..

"Okay, fine you'll top," Louis whispers, barely audible, but Harry heard it clearly making him grin, a little too wide for his face.

"What Lou?" He asks trying to play with his boyfriend who is now looking down and blushing.

"You heard what I said, let's just eat now," Louis grabs Harry's hand and lead him to the kitchen where they ate pancakes with too much syrup.

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