Louis wasn't home. Darcy wasn't in bed. It was nearly 10:30, and I was worried. Louis never took off without telling me where he was going, much less, with Darcy. Hoping that he was looking at his phone, I shot him a quick text.
To Sweetcheeks: Hey, love. Just got home. Where are you?
From Sweetcheeks: Sorry, babycakes. Needed to get a Christmas present for you while you were out.
That was odd as it was July and Christmas wasn't for another five months. A few moments later, he burst through the door with a giggly Darcy by his side. I eyed the two of them, not believing a word he'd told me previously.
"You do realize that Christmas is five months away, yes," I ask, picking up Darcy who'd attacked my legs in a hug.
"Yes, yes I do," he'd replied. I turned to her who made a gesture of zipping her lips closed and handing the key to Louis. "She's sworn to secrecy," he explained.
"Put her to bed please," I ask, handing her back to him.
"Goodnight kissies please," she asked, clutching onto Louis. I gently kissed her cheek and smiled up at Louis. Despite knowing he was most certainly hiding something, I couldn't help but love him more than anything.
"I'm going to go take a bath and hopefully alleviate some of the stress you've caused this evening. Come up and keep me company when she's asleep please," I ask, kissing his cheek.
"I love you," he called after me as I made my way towards our bedroom and into the adjacent bathroom. I turned the water on, testing it until it was the perfect temperature before allowing the bathtub to fill up with the water. I'd stripped off my clothes and simply enjoyed the warm sensation of the bath water on my skin. It had been nearly half an hour when Louis finally appeared in the bathroom we shared. "Less stressed," Louis asks, walking over to me and wrapping his arms around the top portion on my torso.
"A bit. Just worried how the fans are taking everything," I admit. He moved his hands so they are running gently over my shoulder muscles and it feels absolutely glorious.
"Baby cakes, you're quite tense," he whispered into my ear as his hands seemed to be working magic over my shoulders. He pressed into them a bit harder, which seemed to have only made them feel even better.
"Please don't stop," I asked, leaning into his touch.
"Whatever you want, love," he promised, continuing to work out the muscles.
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Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You
FanfictionHarry and Louis have been apart for nearly four years when they're suddenly thrusted back into each other's lives again. And they can't lie that they've missed each other. Harry finds it hard not to collapse back into Louis' arms. Louis just wants a...
