Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 12: Harry

As we sat on the steps outside of the recording studio, I told him everything. How badly I wanted everyone to know that I was incredibly gay and had been in love with the same boy since I was sixteen. I told everything about little Darcy.

"Wait, so her name," he began. "Darcy Styles. What's her middle name," he asked.

"Olivia. Her name is Darcy Olivia Styles," I tell him, smiling up at him. His face quickly goes from curious to being unbelievably happy. "You were the first person I'd wanted to call when found out. And Taylor, she didn't really want to be a mum. She told me that the second I found someone who wanted the same things as I did and loved little Darcy as much as I did, she was out. She'd be the cool aunt or something like that," I explain.

"Well then, you better tell her she can be the cool aunt now," he says, leaning his head against my shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere, baby," he promised. And in that moment, everything felt perfect. Like there wasn't anything that could tear us apart.

"Daddy." Darcy yelled, running through the hallway to the entryway where Louis and I were standing. I turn to see my little girls running full speed towards me.

"Darcy," I called back with the same enthusiasm as I scooped her into my arms. She soon began babbling and pulling gently at my curls which fell nearly to my shoulders.

"I tried to stop her, I really did," Taylor said, walking in a few moments later. "Oh, hi Louis," she greeted once she noticed Louis standing slightly behind me, taking his coat off.

"Louis and I are officially back together," I say taking his hand gently in mine. He smiles shyly at me, but it seems like he's more scared of this than he was letting on.

"I'm happy for you both," she says with a gigantic smile on her face.

Once Darcy had been put to bed, I crawled onto Louis where he had been looking at something on his phone and snuggled into him. He turned his phone off, setting it on the bedside table. He ran one hand through my hair, only slightly pulling at my curls every so often while his other ran up and down my back.

"She sleeping," he asked, quietly.

"She is," I tell him. In the moment, everything felt so peaceful and domestic. Like this right here was everything I'd been searching for. "Can you stay or do you have something crack of dawn early," I ask.

"I wouldn't have come over if I just had to leave, darling," he says, his hand stilling for a moment. "Have you looked at Twitter since your interview," he asks suddenly. I shake my head. He laughs his perfect laugh, grabbing his phone and showing me a series of tweets that had made him both laugh and smile.

horny4larry: so @harrystyles you're trying to tell me that you didn't go home to @louist91 and are cuddling and being all domestic right now

reallylarry: sir you're trying to tell me they aren't more than friends when he commented on louis' post when they were in high school saying "still can't believe he's mine"

larrysreal: don't talk to me, im imagining how mad lou was at harry after that interview

"You were hot in high school," I murmur after reading the tweets. "Hotter now, but still all mine," I add, cuddling closer to his chest.

"Just wait until they find my comments on your instagram from high school. Pretty sure the kids nowadays would say that I was full on 'simping' over you back then. Still am, but there's no need to talk about that," he replied, laughing. Right here was where I wanted to spend the rest of my days. 

A/N Because it's Louis' birthday, I thought I'd give you all some more chapters : )

Chapters 12-18 are going up today : )