larry stylinson oneshots

Late Nights Cuddles

~This oneshot isn't as good or as long as I'd like it to be but I suppose it will have to do.~

The song above is obviously 18 by One Direction, and please watch the video. No rights belong to me whatsoever, but it's just so cute and gahhh sad at the same time. I know the song was written by Ed Sheeran, but to me it just screams Larry (and he himself ships it so...)

I would say this oneshot woud probably take place during their first tour, but you can imagine what you'd like.

Please, please, please leave a review!

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"Lou?" A quiet voice asked from slightly above him. Louis cracked one eye open, not having been asleep anyway.

He didn't need to ask what Harry was doing at his bunk at a quarter to eleven at night- not that it was super late. Touring around the world had taken a toll on all the lads, and after returning from a show, they would all normally crash onto their beds. Not Louis and Harry though.

He smiled and scooted over against the wall, leaving room. Harry grinned and crawled under the covers, resting his head on Louis' shoulder.

It wasn't anything unusual, they were dating after all. But no one else but them knew. Sure, the other boys would have to be oblivious to not suspect something, what with their constant touching and all.

"Couldn't sleep, Haz?" Louis asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Shut it," Harry playfully slapped his chest.

"Harold!" Louis feigned shock. "I cannot believe you! Is this how you treated all the lads back home?"

Harry's cheeks turned pink. Giggling, he pressed his face into Louis' tummy as the older boy smiled. Softs fingers began to softly play with his curls.

"Feels so good, Lou."He moaned, not realizing how dirty that sounded until the words left his mouth. Immediately, his face burned warmer as Louis simply through his head back and cackled. "Stop laughing!" But the boy only continued.

Pouting, Harry turned around, "If all you're going to do is pick fun on me then I think I just might go back to my own bunk or go cuddle with Niall."

That shut Louis up. He leaned back over and practically pulled the younger lad to his chest and spoke in a soft voice, "No, you're mine. My Hazza." The words made Harry's mouth quirk into a soft smile.

"As long as you're mine, Boo," he whispered.

"Always," Louis pressed a kiss to Harry's shoulder, before laughing slightly. "Damn, are we sappy."

Harry snuggled closer, "I don't care."

"Of course you don't," he pretended to be snappy, but the affection he felt was evident in his voice.

There were several beats of silence then, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Louis' arm was draped against Harry's waist as the latter clasped their fingers together, pressing tiny kisses to his hands.

Breaking the silence, Harry quietly spoke, "The fans are starting the rumors again. About us."

Hesitating slightly, Louis timidly asked, "They're not mean are they? Are they saying anything to you?" Of course he knew. He hadn't been able to stop his own squeal when he saw Larry Stylinson was trending one again on Twitter. But, he also knew that some hate always comes with a great gain of some sort.

Harry shrugged, "No, not really. I don't mind being called gay- I mean, I am. It's just...I understand you're not always as comfortable."

It was true. Sure, maybe there had been a few boys who made him question his sexuality, but up until he met Harry, Louis had just always assumed he was straight. It wasn't as hard to accept as much as others may have thought- after all, it was Harry- but he still wasn't as confident as he wished he could be.

But Harry understood, hell, of course he did, and there was no pushing. Because he understood.

Barely audible, Louis whispered, "I love you."

Harry could feel the butterflies fluttering in his tummy, and a smile lit up his features, "And I love you, Lou."

His heart soaring, Louis nuzzled his nose against the back of Harry's neck, resulting in a cute giggle from the taller boy. Smirking to himself, Louis pinched at his sides, making the lad squirm as he fought to contain the sounds.

"Stop it," he grumbled, but Louis had a firm grip.

"Nope," he replied, and leaned over, fluttering, his eyelashes against Harry's cheek, grinning evilly as the boy withered uncomfortably at the touch.

"Louuu,"Harry tried to crane his neck but Louis pushed himself closer.

"Hazzz," he mocked back. Not being able to help himself, Louis brushed a few stray curls out of the way. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips againt the side of Harry's neck, and blew a loud and obnoxious raspberry against the soft pale skin.

The lad screeched so loudly Louis couldn't believe the other boys were still asleep, but the soft snores heard proved him wrong.

But, hey, he had to remind himself the entire tour bus could be burning and Zayn wouldn't give a single shit, while chances were the other two wouldn't even notice.

"Louis," Harry whined. "You're so mean to me."

"But I love you," Louis pointed out. "Doesn't that count for something?"

"It shouldn't," he muttered, but snuggled closer to Louis anyway. "Please just no more tickles."

"Fine," Louis huffed dramatically. "It's just that your squeals are so cute I can't help myself sometimes." He pressed a light kiss to the now blushing boy.

"Best sleep now, Haz," he whispered. "We have a long day of rehearsals before another show tomorrow."

Harry nodded, his eyes already closed, "G'night, Boo...love you."

Louis smiled, "I love you too, Curly. More than you know."

He tightened his hold on Harry and closed his own eyes, allowing the feeling of sleep to overcome his senses.

Thanks for reading! I kinda wanted to post an X-Factor Larry fic, but there are so many details involved with that and I wasn't in the fandom then (I know, it's horrible). I don't know, what do you guys think about that?

Comment/Votes are appreciated so much!