Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 30: Louis

After that day, it seemed that everything just fell into place. Harry had taken Darcy to get a dress, which she'd told me she absolutely adores. It was a white dress with a lacy top, and held a waistline of jewels, and the bottom flowing out into a poofy skirt.

"Papa," Darcy yelled, running into the room where I was getting ready. I tightened my bowtie, glancing around for the blazer I had sworn to Harry I wouldn't lose. "Daddy said to come make sure that you didn't lose the blazer," she excitedly said. "And to ask if you'd do my hair all pretty," she asked with the biggest smile I'd ever seen.

"Anything for you, lovebug. What do you want," I ask as I spot the blazer, hung up on the door.

"Daddy showed me some pictures, but wouldn't let me take his phone because he thought you were going to lose your blazer and said if I came back and told him you didn't lose it, he'd give me his phone to show you," she informed me.

"Well, go tell Daddy that I did not lose my blazer and steal his phone. Darcy nodded, sprinting off in the direction of the other bathroom. Harry and I had agreed to get ready in separate rooms and tke different cars to the garden we'd rented out because he wanted our reactions to be the true reactions. Darcy soon returned with Harry's phone in hand.

"I want this, Papa," she asked, showing me the hairstyle. It seemed to have been a loose french braid which turned into a bun that had bright pink flowers stuck in the braid.

"I think I can do that for you, lovebug," I say, grabbing a comb, bobby pins, and small elastics, along with a proper hair tie. I gently brush through her hair, trying my best not to hurt her. I gently pulled her hair back, crossing one piece of hair over another until the braid was complete. I took one of the small elastics and tied it around the end of the braid. I took the braid, twisting it around itself and securing the hair with a hair tie and bobby pins alike. When I finished with her hair, I grabbed two small pink roses from the vase on Harry's bedside table, placing them into the braid. "All done, babygirl," I told her, setting the remaining elastics and the hair brush back in our bathroom. "Go show Daddy," I tell her as I pull my blazer on and take one final look in the mirror and boy was I nervous. I was marrying the love of my life today.