You and I (Larry Stylinson)

Epilogue 2

{Seventeen Years Later}

Harry's POV:

"Harper Elizabeth Tomlinson, get your butt down here right now!" Louis yelled from the kitchen. I sigh and stand up from my position on the sofa and walk in the kitchen, finding Louis red faced and upset.

"What did she do this time babe?" I asked, moving to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water.

"Nothing, I just want her down here so we can get dinner." He says cheekily. I roll my eyes and kiss him on the cheek. Seventeen years being married to this man and he's cheeky, cute, sass still makes me smile.

"You, my husband, are a bitch. She's going to be scared that she's getting in trouble when she comes down here." I scold and bump my hip with his.

"That's the point Harry." he rolls his eyes.

"Okay, whatever. I'm going to get Lincoln up from his nap." I tell him and walk away. As I start walking up the stairs I see Harper, our fifteen year old daughter, hesitating on the last step. I chuckle and stop next to her. She looks up at me with her big blue eyes and frowns.

"What did I do this time?" She asked. She looked a lot like Louis and I even though she wasn't our birth child. Considering we are both males. We had a lady carry Harper and Lincoln for us and we each mixed our sperm up, not knowing which one would be put in the lady-her name was Brittany-and kind of just hoped the baby would look enough like us. Brittany also had brown, curly hair, and greenish blue eyes, but she was short and cute, much unlike my tall, lanky build.

Harper looked more like Louis than she looked like me but she still had some of my features. Her hair was curly like mine, but her eyes were the colour of Louis'. She was short, thin, and lanky.

Lincoln was only two, but his hair was straight and brown. He also had blue eyes like Louis but he was adorable and you just had the urge to pinch his cheeks. He was just too cute.

"Your dad is just messing with you. You aren't in trouble." I tell her. "But pretend like you think you are. You know how he is."

She laughs but then stops, putting on a straight face, almost as if she was sad or scared. She was a great actress, much like Louis. She had done a few plays for school and got the leading role for all of them. She also had a great voice, which helped for the musicals.

"Knock 'em dead honey." I say as I continue on up the stairs to Lincoln's room. I stood outside his door for a second, hearing him already awake and shuffling around in his bed, mumbling something that only babies could understand. I coo and open the door.

"Hey baby. Ready to get up from your nap?" I say, putting in the voice I use when talking to a puppy or a baby.

"Daddy!" He cooed and stood up in his bed. I smile fondly at his cuteness and walk over to him, picking him up.

"Hey buddy. Let's go see dad." I say.

"Yay!" He cheers and claps his hands together. I laugh and walk back down to the kitchen, Lincoln in my arms, playing with the ends of my hair.

"Look, dad, I hate to be the first to break it to you, but, you can't cook. Yes I said it ladies and gents. My father cannot cook for his life." I hear Harper say dramatically before I step into the kitchen. I laugh and walk in, making the two of them look at me. Harper has a smile on her face and Louis is pouting.

"Don't be mean to your dad, Harp. He's sensitive." I joke, winking at Louis. He glares at me but takes Lincoln from my arms throwing him up in the air, them catching him smoothly, but making my breath hitch in my throat at the thought of Louis dropping him.