Letters to Lou *Larry Stylinson*

Age 6

"Psst! Papa!" Darcy whispers, and Harry's almost sure he's dreaming until a tiny but solid body lands on his stomach.

"Oof!" Harry grunts, only to be met with a "Shhhh!" from Darcy. He's not quite sure why she's whispering, since the house was just the two of them. In the dark, he could feel the sharp edge of paper against his cheek, only a millimeter away from a paper cut.

"Darcy, what are you doing?" Harry asks, not sure why he's whispering as well. He feels a small hand clasp over his mouth as the paper closed the final millimeter, giving a nice quick nick against his cheek. "Ow." Harry winces, although it was largely muffled by Darcy's palm.

"Shhh! I think they're on to us!" Darcy whispers, sliding under the covers. Harry couldn't be more glad he wore boxers that night. "Who's they?" Harry asks, more confused than ever. Even with only the dim light from the Christmas tree slipping through the crack of the door, he could make out Darcy's eyes widening dramatically.

"The reindeers."

Yep, this is definitely Louis' daughter.

"No, Papa! You have to believe me! I just wanted to put Daddy's letter under the tree for Santa to pick up, but I think the reindeers caught me sneaking from the window!"

Harry shakes his head in confusion for a moment, before catching on with Darcy's rushed words.

"Wait, you want Santa to give Daddy what?" Harry asks, and is given no response except for a piece of paper flapping in front of his face.

"This! I wrote another story for Daddy, so he can know how much we love him from the North Pole. But if the reindeers saw me then-"

"You wrote another letter?" Harry asks, remembering the incident last year. He didn't expect Darcy to remember, honestly. Darcy nods vigorously, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But that's not the point! If the reindeers see me, then they'll tell Santa I've been sneaking around! Then Santa won't come and Daddy won't get his letter!"

Oddly enough, the logic somewhat made sense. That is, if spying reindeers made sense.

"And why are you in my bed past midnight?" Harry questioned, and was replied with a small square of paper pressed in his palm. He brought it towards the direction of the door, making out the shape of an envelope in the light.

"I need you to deliver this to Santa 'cause you're an adult." Darcy says. Although twenty-five just barely made him an adult, Harry was too young to deal with reindeer spies. But this was Darcy, and when it comes to Darcy, Harry made exceptions; even if it meant dealing with reindeers dropping from the roof on cables.

"Alright, bring it here." Harry sighs, although a part of him warmed at the thought of Darcy thinking for Louis. Darcy was more than gleeful, as she pulled the covers over herself, leaving Harry to meet Santa in his boxers.

Quietly, Harry slipped out the door, closing it shut behind him. Although the house was chilly, the glow of the Christmas lights circling the tree provided some warmth as Harry padded his way to the tree. The colors of the lights reflected off the various ornaments, casting  a rainbow of colors onto the creamy walls around it. Unfortunately for Darcy, Santa already stopped here, from the looks of the piles upon piles of presents under the tree. Nimbly, Harry shrugged on a long coat from the coat closet and a pair of worn sneakers before easing open the front door. If Santa couldn't deliver the letter, then Harry would have to do it himself.

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By the time Harry gets back, the the sky has just lightened barely, although it was still very much the dead of night. Once he steps through the front door, the warmth immediately thaws his stiff skin, and the snow clinging to his shoes begin to melt. With the coat back in the closet, Harry is once again dressed in only a loose pair of boxers as he slips back into his room.

As soon as he collapses onto the bed, Harry grabs aimlessly for the blankets, only to be met with a lump on the other side of the bed. The room is filled with soft snoring, and Harry tries not to roll his eyes as he grabbed what little of the blanket he could salvage before falling asleep.

Yep, Darcy was definitely Louis' daughter.

woaahh, chapter deux! Again, if any grammar mistakes, please tell me! If there's anything you didn't like, tell me as well! Thank you :) -Clayla