Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 23: Harry

We were nearing on being twenty minutes late. I blamed Louis, but you didn't hear it from me. He'd taken in upon himself to lose his tie, Darcy's shoes, the car keys, and his ID all before our appointment.

"I love you dearly, but you make all of us late all the time," I tell Louis as we get in the car and drive towards city hall, where our appointment is.

After checking in, we sat down, or I sat and Darcy dragged Louis around the lobby because he was her airplane and needed him to make her fly. I couldn't help but smile looking upon the pair and Louis picked her up and made her fly all around the lobby until someone called out for Darcy Styles. Louis quickly stopped his actions, holding her against his hip and walked towards the woman. While he was trying to keep a straight face, not that he could do that, Darcy was in a fit of giggles.

"You are Mr.Tomlinson, yes," the woman asked Louis once we were in the courtroom. Louis nodded, setting Darcy down gently. She clung onto his leg, not wanting to leave Louis' side. "And this must be little Darcy," she said, kneeling down to Darcy's level. "This one take good care of you, Darcy," she asked.

"Yeah, my Papa's the best," she exclaimed. She was absolutely adorable in the manner in which she defended Louis. "Papa makes me waffles and is my airplane and he does my hair a lot," she explained.

"Did your Papa do your hair today," she questioned.

"No, Papa hasn't figured out how to do this one. Daddy did this one, but Papa does my hair most days. And he said one day he hoped to marry my Daddy," she exclaimed. Louis' eyes widened at what the youngster's ramblings revealed. It seemed she wasn't supposed to reveal that.

"Is that so, Mr.Tomlinson," she asked.

"Yeah, definitely. But she was not supposed to say that," he answered.

"And you watched her the entire time when Mr.Styles was on tour, correct," she asked.

"Mostly. I had a few out of town games that I figured it was best she didn't come with me to, so she stayed with her gran, Harry's mum, when I had those games."

"Harry," she called, gesturing me over. "You've seen Louis interact with your daughter, yes?" I nodded, moving to stand next to Louis and she continued with her interrogation of our parenting. "Would you say he can punish her when necessary, or does he act more like a friend than a parent," she questions. He takes my hand in his smaller one, squeezing it gently, letting me know he was a bit scared with all of this questioning.

"Darcy is terrified of Louis' punishments. He's much better at punishing her than I am, and she tends to listen very quickly when he's stern with her because she's a bit afraid of what would happen if she didn't. But he's also good at having fun with her, so it's quite an equal balance of fun and structure," I explain, reflecting on seeing how well she listened to him when he was stern with him. She nodded, turning back to Darcy.

"Is your Papa good to you," she asked. Darcy quickly nodded before elaborating.

"Papa gives me goodnight kissies and cuddles, and he always makes sure I eat. And he gives me bapple juice in my favorite cup and gives me little pieces of food when he's cooking. And when I wants my nails pretty, he does them for me," she explained. The woman smiled, glancing up at us.

"I'd say the pair of you are more than adequate to be her dads. I'll go grab the paperwork and we can get started with that, and then you, Louis Tomlinson, can call this sweet little girl yours."

That evening was something else entirely. Darcy had opened a few of the presents we'd gotten her, Louis having bought most of them, and had gone straight to sleep without complaint. Something tells me it was because it was Louis putting her to bed, rather than me.

 "They know everything," Louis says as I enter our bedroom. He was sitting on our bed, shirtless, scrolling on his phone. "The fans, I mean," he adds. I pull my shirt off, tossing it in the laundry basket in the corner of the room and lying down on the bed, to try and see what he meant. "This one girl wrote something. Here, I'll read it," he said, clearing his throat. "Pretty sure L legally adopted Darcy today. I was at the courthouse and L, H, and D come in and they're all dressed up. Darcy kept yelling at Lou, calling him Papa, and he ran her around the room, pretending she was an airplane until someone called for Darcy Styles and H, L, and D all went into a courtroom and when they all came out, they looked happier than anything. And the whole time, H was just watching them like the two of them were the stars that his world rotated around," Louis read. 

"Well you two are the stars my life rotates around," I say, leaning my head against his arm. "Also, like the post please. And text it to me, so I can like it." Louis simply smiled as he began threading his fingers through my hair like he knew I enjoyed more than anything.

"I liked it about twenty minutes ago, and I liked it from your account too, baby," he told me. This right here was everything I needed from life. Just Louis, Darcy and I and I could die a happy man.