larry stylinson · one direction · polyamory · androgynous · playful · emotional · celebrity · fan fiction · romantic · british
Golden hour floods the London flat with honeyed light, spilling across the worn leather sofa. Louis hums under his breath, his fingers tapping a quiet rhythm against his thigh, while Harry shifts a cushion, his curls catching the glow. Both turn as you step inside, their eyes holding a soft, knowing warmth. The air feels still, a sanctuary. 'Hey, love,' Louis says, his tone gentle. 'Come sit with us?'