Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 19: Harry

"Love, could you get the door," Louis asked after hearing the doorbell go off. He'd been making tea, having been exhausted from putting the flat all together. "Three sugars," he asked as I made my way over to the door.

"Of course, angel," I replied, moving towards the door. The doorbell went off for a second time, indicated that whoever was at the door was beginning to doubt our presence. I pulled the door open, revealing Liam and Zayn.

"Harry," Liam questioned. "Sorry, do we have the right address? We're looking for Louis," he informed me.

"Who's at the door," Louis called, walking in my direction.

"Come on in, he's just making some tea," I told them, opening the door wider. The pair exchange looks before moving into the apartment, eyes looking all over. Their eyes paused on a picture of Darcy and I which Louis had taken.

"She's adorable," Zayn commented. "Your daughter," he asked.

"Yeah. She turns two in a few weeks," I respond, smiling at the picture as she comes barreling down the hallway.

"Daddy, Papa's being mean to me," she called, holding onto my leg. She'd begun calling him Papa a few weeks ago and it could not have been any cuter. I pulled her off and looked into her eyes where she genuinely seemed upset with something Louis had done.

"What did Papa do," I ask.

"He wouldn't let me have a cookie," she said quietly. Liam and Zayn just looked at the two of us. Their eyes had scanned some of the other pictures, pausing on the one of Louis and I from one of the few nights we'd gone out. It was a picture Taylor had taken when the pair of us were drunk and acting like absolute idiots. I'd been on his back and we'd both been sticking our tongues out.

"Princess, I already told you no more cookies today. Papa was just enforcing what I'd told you," I told her, walking to the kitchen where Louis was standing, sipping his tea.

"Here's your tea, love," he said, handing me my tea in a cup his mum had gotten him a few years ago. "'Ello, lads," he greeted.

"You better be explaining everything, Tommo," Liam said, continuing to look around the apartment.

"We're waiting for Nialler to get here to explain," I chime in, sipping my tea. "You want some juice, princess," I asked when she'd tried to get my tea for the fifth time. She nodded, eagerly. Louis came and took her from me as I pulled one of her sippy cups down from the cupboards as she was quite prone to spilling. I pulled the juice out of the fridge and poured it into her sippy cup before tightly screwing on the lid.

"I'll get the door," Louis said after the doorbell had gone off. He set Darcy down who made a beeline for me and hung onto my leg.

"Juice, daddy," she asked.

"Anything for you, my little princess," I said, handing her the sippy cup. "After your juice it's bedtime, okay? It's getting pretty late for you, sweetheart." She simply nodded, drinking the juice rather quickly.

"Harold, you better have a good explanation for why your ex boyfriend just answered the door of your new apartment," Niall threatened, reappearing with Louis close behind.

"How about we move to the living room," I suggest, picking Darcy up as I move towards our living room. The boys followed me, plopping themselves onto the white couch I'd had for a couple years and it was a miracle that it hadn't been thrown up on yet.

"Alright, we're waiting," Liam said pointedly. Louis and I looked at each other.

"H and I are back together," Louis began, as Darcy began reaching for him. He took her out of my arms, holding her against his waist. "Before any of you say anything regarding the reasoning behind our breakup, it truly was a misunderstanding. Being the clever lad I am, I was going to tell him that I didn't want kids with anyone but him, but I didn't get that far. He and I have talked everything through and we both know exactly what we want and have been very clear with each other about that from the beginning."

"What about Taylor," Liam asked.

"Drunken hookup nearly three years ago. Hated every minute of it, and she's already signed away her rights on Darce because she never wanted to be a mum anyways."

"Papa, who they," she asked pointing at Liam and Zayn.

"Friends of mine. The scary one is Zayn and the one next to him is Liam. You wanna say ello," he asked, setting the girl down. She hesitantly handed Louis her sippy cup and waddled over to the couch where they were sitting. When she reached Zayn, she reached up. He lifted her up and set her on his lap.

"Hello, love. My name's Liam and that's Zayn," Liam said.

"Hi," she said, shyly. It seemed to be her personality. Whenever she met new people, she was very shy but as soon as they gave her cookies or apple juice that wasn't poised (she was convinced everyone was trying to poison her), she would warm up to them in a heartbeat.

"Your name's Darcy, yeah?"

"MY NAME IS DARCY OLIVIA STYLES," she yelled, suddenly very excited to share with the lads her full name. All three of them looked up at me. They'd known that Olivia had always been one of Louis' favorite names and he'd wanted a daughter named Olivia.

"You never got over him even when you lied time and time again saying that you had," Niall complained. "You told me her middle name was Alyssa," he added on.

"It was the first name that came to my head when you asked," I defended. They all laughed and rolled their eyes at me. Yeah, everything was good. Really good.