Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 24: Louis

"PAPA," Darcy screamed running into my arms as Harry ran behind her with a blue towel outstretched. "Daddy's chasing me," she added, clinging to my chest as the water dampened my clothes. Harry came behind her, wrapping the towel around her and scooping her up.

"Why'd you run away," he asked, glancing nervously at the clock. Today he had an interview, which was when he planned on telling his fans that he wasn't exactly straight. We knew it would only fuel the rumours that we were together, but that was half the fun. "Tease the fans, Lou," he said, glancing at me. I quickly grabbed my phone, snapping a picture of the two and uploading the picture to Instagram with the caption 'she ran away from her daddy.'

"Because I want Papa to do pretty braid things," she said as he sent her down, wrapping the towel around her.

"Baby, go get ready for your interview. I'll get her in pajamas and do her hair," I promised. He nodded, heading into the closet to pick an outfit for his interview. A few moments later, he stepped out of the closet, holding a light red and white polka dot short-sleeve button up with a pair of black ripped skinnies.

"What do you think of this," he asked, holding the articles of clothing up to himself. He seemed to always be second guessing what he should wear for his interviews, despite having been doing this for several years.

"Baby cakes, you're going to look amazing no matter what you wear," I tell him, picking Darcy up to go get her into pajamas. "I'm going to get this hooligan into her pajamas. Come give me goodbye kissies before you leave, hot stuff," I say, taking Darcy into her bedroom. I open one of the drawers, pulling out her all time favorite pajamas.

"Unicorn," she asks, her hair a mess. I nod, handing her the pajama set. The top was blue with a unicorn that had colored hair while the bottoms were grey with white stars littering the fabric. She quickly got dressed, being all too excited about the promised popcorn for watching Harry's interview later.

"Sweetcheeks," Harry called, looking for me. "There you are," he said, walking into Darcy's room and setting the girl down on the floor of her bedroom. "I have to go, but I love you," he told me.

"I love you too," I replied, smiling at him. "Now get your arse over here and kiss your boyfriend," I tell him. And he does just that. He chuckled, moving forward, wrapping his arms around my waist as he gently pressed his lips against mine.

"I'd kiss you harder, but Darcy's watching," he whispered into my ear when he pulled away. "Bye, love," he says, leaving for his interview.

"So Harry," the interviewer, James Cordon, questioned. Darcy and I were cuddled up on the couch. She'd long ago climbed into my lap, pulling her blanket with her to use me as a heat source because apparently she was freezing. "Everyone is curious about your love life," James continued. "It seems that you and Taylor have split and there hasn't really been anyone in the picture since."

"There has, actually. We have just decided to keep it to ourselves for a bit, though," he explained.

"And this girlfriend of yours," James began before Harry cut him off.

"Boyfriend, actually," Harry said. And before anyone had the time to process what had just happened, the television network went to commercial break. Darcy turned to glance up at me, as she drank the apple juice I most certainly should not have given her when it was already past her bedtime.

"Papa, when are you going to propose to Daddy," she asked. It of course surprised me, but it was definitely something I'd been thinking about more and more as time went on. We'd been together nearly two years, and we already acted like an old married couple, at least that's what Niall says.

"I was thinking Christmas. You want to help pick out the ring," I asked.

"Duh," she exclaimed, giddily jumping in my lap. "Can we go tonight, Papa? Please," she asked, dragging out the last word.

"Only if you promise me you won't tell Daddy a word," I say, sticking out my pinkie. She quickly links her own and shakes it. So that's how we ended up in a small jewelry store at nine o'clock.

"If we get Daddy one, does that mean we have to get you one, Papa," Darcy asked as we looked around the store.

"Yeah, baby. Daddy needs a ring and so do I," I tell her, lifting her up so she can see the selection of rings better. "See any you think Daddy would like," I asked, scanning the arrangement of rings, most of which were rather bland. They all seemed to be plain rings, and well, Harry didn't do plain rings.

"That one," she exclaimed, pointing to a silver ring with a large blue gem in the center with a line of four small diamonds on either side of the gem. It was perfect. "And that one for you, Papa," she said pointing to the rind right next to it. That one was black with a large green gem in the center with the rest of the band having a thin line of smaller green gems. It seemed the gems were a perfect illustration of the beauty in Harry's eyes.

"Those are the ones, sweet heart. You think Daddy will say yes," I ask.

"Duh, he's in love with you," she responded. She'd recently taken up the habit of replying to every question with duh, which wasn't necessarily the best, but it was cute.

After paying for the rings, I glanced at the time and oh shit was I going to be in trouble. Harry had texted nearly half an hour ago saying he was done and would be home soon. I was about to be in a shitload of trouble.