larry stylinson one shots

christmas tree farm

a/n: this is my first chapter woohoo.

summary: au where harry and louis are best friends who visit a christmas tree farm...

*not famous*

louis' pov
me and harry decided to rent a cabin this year. not just any cabin, a cabin in fucking pennsylvania. why the fuck we chose pennsylvania out of all places, i dont know. i think i remember harry saying something about snow. i dont know why we had to come all the way here but it doesnt matter, as long as im with hazza.

harry is sleeping beside me on the cozy queen size mattress, he has his back turned towards me. his chocolate curls spread out on the pillow he's sleeping on and a blanket coming half way up his torso.

i know its kinda creepy, but i like watching harry sleep. okay that sounds super creepy. whatever. its not like he knows, he doesnt know anything. he doesn't know how much i like him. it sounds quite cheesey doesn't it? a boy like myself, falls in love with his hot neighbour... we've been pretty much attached at the hip since he moved into my deceased neighbour's house when i was 7. i didn't like old mr armpit anyways. i dont know what his real name was, but he looked like he smelled like armpits and i was too scared to find out if i was correct.

"lou?" i heard harry whisper beside me in his deep morning voice. he looked so kissable in this moment. i wanted to caress his face and- well you get the point.

"haz?" i smile sheepishly, like an innocent child.

"do you know what were doing today?" he questions excitedly. i fond at how cute he looks right now, his chin propped up on the palms of his hands while his emerald green eyes stare into my soul. i swear he is a present from god himself.

"what are we doing today?" i respond.

"we are going CHRISTMAS TREE SHOPPING!" he closes his eyes as if he's imagining a fantastic image in the back of his head. i don't really understand whats so special about cutting down a tree just to plop it in your home but oh well.

"when?" i start to get out of bed, i'm starving. i gotta eat before my stomach decides to eat my other organs as a snack.

"as soon as possible, i'm super excited. it'll be just like old times..." he whispers the last bit. i'm confused by that, i dont know what he means by old times. our families have done a lot of stuff together since harry and i became friends, but we've never went christmas tree hunting together.

"i'm making waffles, because this is a special day!" harry exclaims as he skips past me in track pants and a white sweater. i fond at him again, he's just so adorable and fluffy.

harry cooks us waffles - which by the way are fucking amazing - and we eat while talking nonsense to each other, giggling like babies playing peek-a-boo. when we finish eating i clean up the plates before we get dressed.

i decide on my favourite dark green adidas hoodie, paired with a pair of black skinny jeans. the outfit is cozy and stylish- well just about as stylish as i'm going to get to go cut down a tree.

harry wears an almost neon orange crewneck sweater. that sweater would look hideous on almost any other person, but harry makes it look like it could be on vogue fashion week. okay, maybe not vogue but he looks hot. he pairs the top with light jeans. i love him. wait what-

"ready?" he asks while slipping on a tuque.

"yeah," i smile and start dressing to prepare for the awful cold.

we get ready with winter coats, hats, and harry even ended up wearing the most random mittens - nit, red and white ones from the vancouver 2010 winter olympics. the back had the olympic rings and his palms had canadian maple leafs on them. i dont fucking know how he ended up in possession with such mittens but theyre cute.