Letters to Lou *Larry Stylinson*

Age 9

It's a quiet Christmas this year, with Niall and Barbara on vacation, Liam and Sophia taking care of their second baby, and Zayn and Perrie taking Alicia to her grandmother's house. Harry felt older than ever now, sitting alone on the couch as Darcy phoned a friend upstairs. The loud chatter and giggles from her room only made Harry feel lonelier, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like once Darcy goes to college.

Harry takes a second to imagine Darcy in college. He could already feel the incoming waves of drama, with Darcy coming home from school each day already chattering on about the latest gossip. Even worse than that, there would be, Harry shudders, the boyfriends.

Harry honestly had no idea how he would react to Darcy's first boyfriend. He couldn't imagine anyone perfect enough for Darcy, although he had to admit there was bias there. However, Harry did know that if the boy she brings home has even one tattoo, well, they weren't sticking around for long.

Harry frowns, staring down at his own tattoos. Well, maybe there could be some exceptions?

Harry sits up straighter when the upstairs turns silent as the call ends. His gut tugs with hope to see Darcy skipping down the stairs- well, maybe not skipping- to jump in the space beside him on the couch, and act like she was his little girl forever.

Moments later, and Darcy still has not come down. Instead, the air is filled with the noise of the typewriter Niall had gotten her last Christmas. Ever since she peeled away the wrapping Christmas morning, there was at least an hour of clicking sounds each day. Sometimes Harry sneaks into her room in hopes of catching what she is typing, but nearly always the papers are hidden or tucked away.

"Hey, Papa?" Darcy calls from upstairs, and Harry bolts up from his place on the couch, taking two steps at a time up the stairs. Quietly, he peers into Darcy's room, which had been newly decorated with flower stickers and lavender drapes.

"Yes, Dar Dar?" Harry smirks as Darcy pouts at the nickname.

"Dad! I'm nine! I'm too old for Dar Dar." Darcy whines, grabbing the paper from the typewriter and folding it three times. She sticks it out to Harry, and gives a hopeful look.

"For Daddy." She says, and a blush oddly creeps its way up her cheeks. Harry purses his lips, and leans on one leg.

"I don't know, you've been a bad girl this year." Harry says, tapping his foot.

"Please, Papa?" Darcy begs, giving the ultimate puppy dog look. Harry has to admit, it nearly triumphs Liam's.

"Under one condition." Harry states, smirking. Darcy rolls her eyes.

"What?"

"I get to call you Dar Dar."

Darcy sighs dramatically, which looked quite amusing on a nine year old.

"Okay, fine. Deal."

Harry chuckles. "That's my Dar Dar."

Well, uh, that was kinda short (sorry!) If you are reading this right now, well, just know that I really appreciate it, even if you are the MOST HIDEOUS BEING ON EARTH!! jk, all of you are beautiful. BUT, if for some reason you are the most hideous being on earth, well, i love you :)- Clayla

btw, any grammer errors?