Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 26: Louis

The next two weeks were crazy. Fans had gone crazy and were convinced Harry and I were together. They weren't wrong, but we'd decided not to tell them yet. We wanted to wait until we knew it was the time to tell everyone.

"I made you breakfast," Harry says, walking into our bedroom with a plate of food. "And Darcy's coming with tea. I told her not to spill it," he adds on as Darcy slowly made her way into the room with a mug filled with tea.

"I helped Daddy," she said, nodding her head after handing me the tea.

"She did," he said, shaking his head to indicate that she did not help him. Not even a little. She glanced back at him, his motions stopping. "When did you want to leave? Mum said she wanted us there for dinner," he asks.

"When did she want to do dinner," I ask, glancing at the clock.

"Sometime around six, I believe," he tells me, handing me a plate full of food. He'd gone the full three yards, making pancakes, eggs, bacon, everything. "Does around one sound good," he asks, laying down on the bed, his head resting upon his hands as he looked up at me.

"Sounds perfect, babycakes," I say, kissing the top of his head.

"We're running late," Harry commented. "Makes sense though. Afterall I am travelling with you and your daughter," he continues.

"Why is she always my daughter when we're running late," I question, as Darcy came scrambling down the hallway, clutching as many of her things as she could.

"Because it's your tendency, is it not," he argues, grabbing Darcy's suitcase and going to put it in the car.

"Daddy's mad," she commented. "At me," she questions as I pick her up, following Harry out to the car.

"No, sweetheart. Daddy's just upset because he'd really excited to see Nana Anne and he wanted to be there by five and I don't think we're going to be there by five," I explain stopping by Darcy's car door and opening it. I gently set her in her car seat, buckling it.

"Papa, I left my teddy on my bed," she said, making grabby hands for the bear.

"I'll go get it sweetheart," I say kissing her cheek and running back up to the flat to grab her teddy bear. When I'd legally become her dad, my mum had sent a bunch of toys which Darcy had clung onto like a life-line, the teddy being one of them. Once in her bedroom, I grabbed the gray bear and her favorite blanket and ran down to the car, hoping we hadn't forgotten anything else. I handed the stuffie and blanket to Darcy, closing the door and getting into the driver's seat. Harry had insisted I drive because he was tired and he simply didn't want to drive.

"I'm sorry," he said, leaning his head over to lay on my shoulder. "I just really miss my mum and I got mad when it wasn't even your fault," he apologized. "I love you, my angel."

"I love you too, baby cakes. And I understand you're excited. Haven't seen your mum since Darcy was born, right," I ask. He nods sadly, before laying his head back on my shoulder. "Text your mum and tell her we're off, yeah," I ask once we'd begun driving. He'd placed his feet up on the dashboard which we followed up with telling Darcy never to do because it was dangerous and Harry was being a very bad example for her. She'd simply giggled, before falling asleep half an hour later. "You buzzin'," I question.

"Yeah, Mum said Gem and Robin were going to be there too. Said something about Gem needing to see the two people who see me more than she does and yell at you for something," he said. I chuckled at his sister's atics. I'd texted her a few days after getting the rings, having begun panicking that he would hate it or tell me no and she'd calmed me down and told me to bring the ring so she could see it. I was quite positive that was the main reason she'd decided to make an appearance.

"You would think Gemma would want to spend time with you, but no, she has to yell at me," I mutter. He giggles as my joke before turning some music on. It was quite enough that it wouldn't wake Darcy, but loud enough that we could hum along quietly and have the time of our lives.

When we arrived at Harry's mum's house, Gemma was the first to run out and greet us. She'd crushed her younger brother in a bone crushing hug and insisting he make more of an effort to see them.

"Hello, Louis," she greeted, with a lighter hug than she'd greeted Harry with. "Make this dummy visit me more please," she asked, releasing me from the hug.

"Auntie Gemmie," Darcy shrieked, trying to get out of Harry's arms. Harry set her down and she sprinted towards Gemma who squeezed her tightly and whispered something to the young girl who giggled and nodded to most of her questions.

"Bags," I asked while Darcy was distracted with Gemma. He nodded and we went to take all the bags out of the car and bring them upstairs to where Harry and I would be staying. They had three extra rooms in the house that they'd left as guest rooms, so Harry and I had one, Gemma another, and Darcy was given the third which she was over the moon about.

Later that evening after we'd settled in and eaten dinner, Harry had disappeared to give Darcy a bath. As soon as the pair disappeared upstairs, Gemma and Anne gave me expectant looks.

"Show us the ring," Gemma commanded in hushed tones. I chuckle, pulling the ring out of my coat pocket. The only safe place to hide it was on me, otherwise Harry was bound to find it. I popped the black ring box open showcasing the blue gem on the silver band.

"Haz will love it," Gemma whispered, eyes locked on the beauty of the ring. And she was right. He would love it. He would cling onto it like it was his lifeline, because in a way, it was.