Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 20: Louis

A/N not me uploading chapter 20 when I'm working on chapter 27... anyways here's the chapter

"Papa, I want Daddy," Darcy complained. It had been a year since we'd told our friends. After that, Harry had told both Darcy and I he was going on tour, which neither one of us liked very much and she hadn't seen her dad in almost eleven months.

"I know, babygirl," I whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I miss him too. But you know what? He'll be home in a couple hours. I'll make you deal, as soon as you're ready, we can go pick up daddy from the airport," I promised her. She nodded her head, excitedly.

"Yes, Papa! I make deal," she excitedly yelled, jumping up and down.

"Breakfast first, baby," I said, pulling her favorite fruit from the fridge and putting some on a plate as I made her some eggs. "Eat this while I make the eggs, please," I asked, placing the plate on the table. She scrambled up the chair to begin stuffing the fruit into her face. I pulled a couple eggs out and began cracking them into a bown before adding a bit of milk and whisking them together.

"Did Daddy cut his hair or it still long," she asked as I finished cooking the eggs. I piled the eggs on two separate plates before bringing one over with a children's sized fork.

"It's still long," I say just as my phone dings.

From my baby: hey boobear, just getting on the plane now. be home in a few hours. got a massive surprise for you xx

"Daddy," she asked, excitedly.

"It was daddy. Said he was getting on the plane and would be home in a few hours. Said he also had a surprise."

"SURPRISE," she asked.

To my baby: can't wait, darling. Darcy is very excited to see you. What's this surprise you've got in store?

From my baby: you'll see soon enough, angel.

After we both finished eating, I took her upstairs to begin getting ready. She pulled out a dress Harry had sent last year for Christmas. He'd hated that he couldn't actually be there, but as Simon was hell bent on working Harry as hard as he can before he comes out. The dress was a tan color with little white circles on it.

"Daddy's dress," I ask. She nodded her head eagerly, pulling her pants and shirt off. I pulled a pair of her underwear and shorts out from her dresser. Once I get her dressed, she's even harder to control. Her hair was flying out of control and would not stay out of her face. "Let's do your hair, Darce," I suggest, walking towards her bathroom.

"Can you do that bun thingy you did for uncle Zayn and Liam's wedding," she asked. I chuckle lightly and nod. I pull a comb out of her drawers, gently brushing through her curls.

"You want it straight or curled," I ask. As I ran the brush through her hair, it puffed out much like Herminone Granger's did in the earlier Harry Potter movies. I really hope she said straight.

"Straight, Papa," she said, sitting down on her stool that usually was used as a chair whenever we did her hair. I pulled the straightener out of the drawer and plugged it in, so it had the chance to warm up.

"Alright, sweetheart," I said, pulling some of her hair back into a small pony tail on the top of her head. I wrapped the hair around the elastic before pinning it with her small bobby pins.

The straightening was a whole other process as I had to get her to sit still for a good twenty minutes so I didn't burn her. As if on cue, my phone dinged with the ringtone that was for Harry and only Harry.

From my baby: hey, boo. just landed in France. Hour layover. can you call xx

To my baby: hey, love. doing Darce's hair. feel like talking to her to keep her distracted so I don't burn her?

From my baby: of course, angel. anything for my little princess.

A moment later, my phone rang with Harry's face flashing across the screen. I answered the facetime call and handed the phone to Darcy who practically screamed when she saw his face.

"HI DADDY," she yelled as I parted her hair.

"Stay still for Papa, sweetheart. Don't want him to burn you 'cuz you're all excited."

"Okay," she said, sitting very still. "I miss you, daddy," she said as I pulled the straightener down her frizzy hair. It fell against her back, nearing three inches longer than the frizzy mess that was the rest of her hair.

"I miss you too, pumpkin," he said. Nearing on finishing twenty minutes later, the two had talked about practically everything. Well, everything minus our little surprise for her.

She'd been begging for a cat for nearly two months at this point and Harry had caved in and bought a cat when he was in America on tour. I hadn't believed him until I'd actually seen the cat when we were on facetime a few weeks ago.

"Let me talk to Papa please," he asked, gently.

"Okay," she said, handing me bak my phone and running back to her bedroom. She'd recently acquired quite the collection of barbies, thanks to all the lads who knew she'd been begging Harry and I to get some for her for a while, and would literally spend all day playing with them.

"I miss you so much," he said.

"I can't wait for you to be home," I mutter, curling myself into the couch. For a moment, he looks up, pulling one of the ear buds out of his ears, listening to some announcement.

"About that," he said, when he'd put his earbud back in. "Weather's total shit. Can't fly out, angel," he tells me, his face solemn. It upset me, of course it did. I just wanted my boyfriend home because I fucking missed him. "I'm really sorry, boo," he told me. "I really wish I was already home."

"I know, love. I know."