Heya I'm posting again because I AM FALLING IN LOVE WITH THIS STORY AGAIN AHHH
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For the past few weeks Louis has been designing the suit for Harry, and the time was coming to measure him. You see, to get the length of the torso you have to feed the tape measure over their shoulder and, well, through their legs. It's extremely awkward for both parties, and even though he knows he's making this a bigger deal than it is, Louis is still dreading it. Anyways, it has to be done, which is why he finds himself standing on Harry's doorstep with lengths of fabric and a tape measure. He is trying to decide whether or not to knock, but decides it would be weird not to knock, seeing as he usually doesn't knock. Finally forcing himself to open the door, he steps inside.
"Harry?" He calls, and Harry answers from the living room.
Louis walked through to the living room, dumping his armful onto the ground.
"Loubear!" Harry exclaims, jumping up from the couch and running over with arms open.
Louis evades the hug, ducking under Harry's arms. "Where's your shirt?" He asks, only half wanting him to put one on.
Harry ignores Louis, stepping closer and wrapping him in a tight hug. Louis wouldn't admit it, but it sure felt nice.
"I thought since I have to take my shirt off for the measuring, might as well not bother to put one on in the first place." Harry answered simply.
Understanding the logic, Louis agreed.
"Okay, I'll just get my measuring tape, then we can start." Louis reluctantly steps out of the hug to get his things.
He measures Harry's chest, hips, arms and legs with no drama, jotting down the measurements on a slip of paper he was bound to lose in the next few hours. He awkwardly paused before the torso measurement.
"Uh, could you stand with your feet apart? I have to do your torso length now sorry, it's a little awkward." Harry steps out, spreading his arms to the sides.
"I'm not going to bite you!" Harry laughs when Louis hesitates. "Scaredy cat!"
Louis frowned. "Well then, lets get to it."
Not backing down from the challenge, he steps confidently closer to Harry and slung the measuring tape over Harry's shoulder. Staring him in the eyes for a split second to show he had no hesitation, he fed the measuring tape through Harry's legs. When he hand brushed Harry's inside thigh, he could've sworn he saw Harry shudder slightly. He made note of the measurement, then feeling cheeky, pulled the tape tight. Harry gasped, clutching his crotch.
"I was going to hug you, but no way now!" Harry said breathlessly.
Louis laughed, and danced out of Harry's arm length. Harry stumbled after him, one arm still holding his crotch, the other grabbing for Louis. After a chase around the room, Harry finally lunged for Louis, grabbing his hips and pulling him backwards. Louis squawked, feeling his legs come out from underneath him. Harry, not expecting Louis to come so quickly, stumbled backwards too. Luckily, or unluckily, the couch was behind him, so he sat down hard. Louis was still being pulled by Harry, so fell into his lap. Harry was wheezing with laughter, and Louis was laughing just as loud. Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' waist, nestling into his shoulder. After a moment of battle between his mind and heart, his heart won, and he laid back on Harry's chest. Harry turned sideways and laid down on the couch, pulling Louis on top of him.
"You get all the measurements?" Harry mumbled into Louis' hair.
Louis nodded. "Yeah." After a few minutes, he continued in a whisper. "Thank you."
"What for?"
"For letting me come back." Louis' voice was so low he didn't think Harry heard him.
His suspicions almost proved him right when Harry didn't respond for a few minutes. "I didn't want you to leave in the first place, darling."
He wrapped his arms around Louis even tighter, as if preventing him from leaving again.
Just when Louis was about to fall asleep, Harry sat up suddenly.
"Get off." He said impatiently.
Louis scrambled off Harry's lap, very scared. "What's wrong Haz?"
"You be on the bottom this time." He explained, and Louis heart returned to his chest.
"Oh, alright. Am I too heavy?" He asked, laying down on the other side of the couch.
Harry flopped onto him, his head resting on Louis' chest. "If you're on the bottom, you can't leave." He answered slowly, as if afraid Louis would laugh.
"Don't worry, darling. I'm not going anywhere ever again." Louis whispered.
He took in the feeling of Harry's warm body on top of his, one of Harry's arms resting on Louis' chest, the other handing off the side of the couch. Louis hesitated, then decided to throw caution to the wind and follow his gut. He put one of his hands at small of Harry's back, and the other fiddling with his curls. Harry almost melted into the touch, and their bodies seemed to be joined, no way of knowing where Louis ended, and Harry started. Two hearts in one home.
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TWO HEARTS IN ONE HOME WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF
anywho please comment and stuff please ilyyyyyy
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The Tall, the Short, and the Chair
Fanfiction"Louis, mate. I sent you shopping for some furniture, not a boyfriend." Louis goes in search of some furniture for his sparse apartment, and meets Harry, sales assistant at a vintage store. Louis may possibly struggle carrying a chair back home, and...
