Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 18: Louis

"It's heavy, Haz," I complained, setting a box down outside of the door of the flat. He came out of the door, laughing at my antis gently. Darcy was clinging to him as she often was, but was less so as of lately.

"Darce, go to Lou please," he asked. She let go of his leg, waddling over to me where she lifted her arms. It was her way of asking us to pick her up. I scooped the little one up and followed Harry into the flat. "Where does this one go," he asked, trying to look at the label which was on the opposite side of him.

"Bedroom," I said, reading the label. Harry had written L+H bedroom messily across the front of the box. He walked through the apartment, pushing open the door to our bedroom and settling the box down on the floor with the dozens of other boxes.

"I'm so happy to be starting this next chapter with my princess and my angel," he said, kissing Darcy's forehead and then my own. "I love you," he whispered.

"How much does Simon know about your change of location," I questioned, leaning into him as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.

"He knows enough. What does Liam know," he asked.

"That I'm moving in with my magnificent boyfriend. He's coming by later, by the way. I figured then would be a good time to tell him. Z's coming with him."

"Nialler's coming to. We should probably set up the house," he mumbled, making no moves to actually begin doing so.

"My room," Darcy asked, looking up at the two of us with hopeful eyes. Harry chuckled lightly at his daughter, before nodding in approval.

"Your room, first, princess," he promised. He released his grip on me, taking my hand and heading in the direction of Darcy's bedroom. He opened the door and took a look around the bedroom. The walls had been painted green stripes about a week ago. The bedframe was the only thing that had been set up so far. Harry grabbed a pair of scissors, opening the boxes. The first one was filled with her stuffies and she practically screamed out of excitement. Harry moved onto another box as she played with the stuffies. The box was filled with her bedding.

"Want some help, love," I'd asked. He nodded, pulling the sheets out of the box and moving over to the mattress. We pulled the sheets over the edges of the mattress and moved it onto the bed frame. He cut open a third box and pulled out the pink and green reversible comforter. We put it over the sheets and pulled it down to make room for her pillows.

"BED," Darcy screeched, jumping on her bed. Harry moved to open the rest of the boxes, cutting open box after box. Eventually everything fell into place.