Letters to Lou *Larry Stylinson*

Age 7

"Alright, Mr. Styles. There is no use in denying this any longer. Where did you take the cookies?"

Harry couldn't believe what was happening right now. Despite being a six foot tall man of steel, his seven year old daughter (who just lost her fifth tooth, by the way) had somehow bound him to a kitchen chair with the spare rope in the garage. Of course, there might have been some help from the three traitors that sat smirking at him from the couch, cheering Darcy on.

"I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about." Harry nearly gulps as Darcy eyes him menacingly, even as she is dressed in a too large Christmas sweater and has her hair is up in pigtails.

"Mr. Styles, you understand that until you tell the truth, you are not coming out of those handcuffs." Darcy scoffs. Once again, Harry is reminded of the uncomfortable plastic jagging into the skin on his wrist, much too tiny for his large hands.

"Oi, Darcy, where did you get those handcuffs?" Zayn asks in false confusion, while a blush crept up Harry's cheeks.

"I found them under-"

"Okay, Okay! I must confess!" Harry exclaims, as the three lads snicker on the couch. "I stole the cookies. Santa said he needed to go on a diet, so I ate them instead."

Harry nearly bursts into giggles as Darcy turns to him horrified. It took all he had to remain a straight face for the sake of the scene. Once Darcy regained her composure, she spun around facing the couch.

"Well, honorable members of the jury. What do you suppose is the rightful punishment for this," Darcy pauses, pointing at Harry's stomach. "This utterly indescribable atrocity!"

If Harry weren't so worried about what was going on in his three best friends' heads, then he would be applauding Darcy's vocabulary.

"I say dump him in the lake."

"Make him your slave!"

"Bury him in snow."

"In the snow naked!"

"Liam! And here I thought I could trust you!" Harry exclaims, shuddering at the thought of nothing between him and the cold, wet snow outside in the dark.

"All good ideas, gentlemen. Especially you, Uncle Liam." Darcy commemorates, as Zayn and Niall give Liam a small round of applause. "But," Darcy continues, "I must say, I have a personal favor I seek from this thieving thief before us."If Harry was scared of Liam, Zayn, and Niall, then he definitely wasn't ready for Darcy.

Darcy clears her throat, drawing the attention of the room. "I request Mr. Styles here to personally deliver a message to the North Pole. No questions asked."

Harry widens his eyes in surprise as Darcy produces a crisp envelope from her pocket. Sure enough, the letter is addressed to "Sir Elf Daddy," and Harry couldn't help but choke back a sob knowing Louis would absolutely love that title.

"Whatever you wish, Darcy Darling." Harry chuckles, as the other lads scrunch their eyebrows at the letter in confusion.

"That's Miss Darcy to you. Honorary Jury, release this man." Darcy commands, as the three boys ease themselves from the couch, untying the knots on the chair.

As Darcy drags Niall and Liam to the kitchen for another batch of cookies, Zayn unties the last knot, giving Harry a good pat on the shoulder.

"A letter?" He asks, eyebrow raised. Harry sighs, handing over the envelope. Zayn takes one look at the jumbled handwriting before enveloping Harry into a hug.

"She misses him, doesn't she?" Zayn murmurs into Harry's shoulder. Harry nods, clinging tighter to Zayn's sweater. They stay this way for a few minutes before Harry breaks away, rubbing his eyes.

"I just wish there was more I could do."

Vous aimez ce chapitre? Dites-moi, s'il vous plait! aha... my french sucks. Anywho, if there are any grammer mistakes, please do tell! If you read this, then you have no idea how happy i am to see you guys! If you know where that is from, I love you :)- Clayla