Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 21: Harry

"Boo," I'd whispered into his ear, snuggling into him where he was clearly sleeping on the couch. I hated when he did that because he was always super uncomfortable the next day. "Boobear," I whispered, nudging his head with my nose.

"Darcy go back to bed," he sleepily whispered.

"Try again, my love," I whispered. He shifted underneath me, sitting up and gently rubbing at his eyes. He looked beyond exhausted. And I really missed him.

"Harry," he asked, leaning into my hand as I gently stroked his cheek. "I thought you were stuck in France," he asked.

"Weather got better and I got a flight out," I explained. "Couldn't wait any longer to see you," I add. He practically launched himself at me, landing on top of me, with his arms wrapped tightly around me.

"I missed you," he tells me, cuddling into my chest.

"I missed you more," I reply, kissing the top of his head. If I had let him stay in that position like I knew he wanted to do, he would have fallen asleep on me. "Let's go to bed, yeah," I suggest, begging to drag him towards our bedroom. He sleepily followed me, clinging onto my arm like a toddler would cling onto their favorite stuffie. He slumped down on the bed, trying to pull me with him as I tried to grab a pair of sweatpants from the closet.

"No pants," he sleepily murmured, pulling me back towards him. I simply chuckle at him, pulling my shirt and jeans off, before climbing into bed with him. "My Hazzie," he murmured, threading his fingers through my hair.

The following morning, Darcy ran in, jumping on the bed and insisting on waffles because it was international waffle day. It wasn't but it was still cute. I'd of course seen her over video chat, but it wasn't quite the same as actually seeing her. It took her a few moments to realize that it wasn't just Louis.

"Daddy," she cautiously asked when neither of us had moved to make her waffles. She crawled over to where I was lying and pulled the covers down. "Daddy," she screamed, attacking me in a hug. Neither Louis or I were quite awake enough to deal with her three year old energy. It would take at least a cup of tea each before we were ready.

"Hi baby," I murmured, hugging her tightly.

"When did you get home," she asked, sitting up.

"Late last night. Got a flight when the weather cleared up because I couldn't wait to be home with my little princess and my beautiful angel," I say glancing over at Louis. He smiles, pulling a pillow over his head, trying to sleep a bit longer.

"You've been gone for nearly a year so why don't you make your daughter some waffles and your boyfriend a cup of tea," he says, pulling the covers over top of him. I chortle, holding Darcy to my waist and head out into the kitchen placing her on the counter.

"You want some juice, sweetheart," I ask, filling up the kettle with water to allow it to heat up properly. She nods, eagerly. I pull both the milk and juice out of the fridge and pour her a cup, hoping to god she didn't spill it. She eagerly took the cup and drank it, setting it on the counter next to her when she wasn't drinking it. By the time Louis' tea was ready, he'd emerged from their bedroom in a pair of sweats, looking at his phone.

"I may have accidentally given your fans a heart attack," he tells me. Glancing up at him, confused, he continues his explanation. "So I may have posted a photo of cute little Darcy waiting for you to get home with the caption 'waiting for her daddy to get home' and now they're not only freaking out about the fact that Darcy has been with me the time you were on tour, but they're also freaking out about the whole home thing. I'll make the waffles, just look," he said, handing me his phone. I scrolled through his feed, looking through the different users practically screaming, with most of them incorporating #larryisreal.

horny4larry: OKAY SO NOT ONLY ARE @louist91 AND @harrystyles TOGETHER, BUT THEY ALSO LIVE TOGETHER!!!!! IM NOT OKAY. #larryisreal

reallylarry: so darcy's been with @louist91 the entire time harry's been on tour... husbands, im telling you #larryisreal

larryisreal: so h is london. l is also in london and has been watching darcy the entire time h was on tour. there was the whole vip box thing in manchester. l&d went to his manchester show. im calling it. #larryisreal

"On that note, love, I have a meeting with my new management tomorrow afternoon. They asked that you and Darcy come to the meeting. They said that they'd be happy to reschedule the meeting if you have something going on," I tell him. He hesitates for a moment, which tells me all I need to know.

"I have practice," he tells me. "Maybe see if tomorrow morning works," he suggests, stirring some of the batter before pulling out the waffle iron.

"Of course, my angel," I say walking out of the room to call my new management team. It turns out that they did have an opening tomorrow morning, and would be more than happy to meet with us then.

"Hi, you must be Harry," one of the women who would be working with us greeted, extending her hand to me when she entered the rather lavish office Louis, Darcy, and I had been sitting in for a few minutes. "And Louis I presume," she asked, extending her hand to him. He took it and shook it gently. "And little Darcy that has your fans freaking out currently," she asked.

"Yeah, that's my bad," Louis said apologetically. "What's your name," he added on, realizing she hadn't introduced herself.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry boys. I'm Dorthea Cowell," she said introducing herself. Louis and I both exchanged a panicked look. "Before you lot start freaking out and thinking you're going to have to hide your love for each other for another ten years, that's not me. Yes, Simon is my father, but I resent that man with everything in me. I'm also gay myself, so it would be a bit hypocritical of me to force you to hide something that I'm so open and proud about. Now, Louis, I'd like you to tease the fans with some content of Harry. Make them give you a nickname like Tommo the Tease or something. We want them to know the two of you are around each other quite often," she instructed.

"Oh, I have so many things I've wanted to post but couldn't," Louis says.

"Angel, you can't post it," I remind him. There was once an incident where there was a photo of me in the nude glancing back at Louis on his Instagram for all of two minutes.

"I know, sunshine," he says. "Now am I allowed to use nicknames or should I hold off on those," he asks.

"Sunshine and Angel are going to have to wait a bit longer, but things off of his name, as long as it's not too cutesy, are fine. Harry," she said, shifting her attention to me. "I want you to make it painfully obvious that you are not into women in the slightest and are also off the market as they say," she instructs.

"Well, women have never really been my type, so," I trailed off. She simply chuckled at my joke before responding, telling us that men had never really been her type.

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