Yours - Larry

7

I've never had as much sex as I am now. It's happening in every room and on every countertop, on work-out-benches and sun loungers, not to mention his spa and pool—it even happened on his washing machine once. We're spend a week coming, continuing until we can't anymore and my body needs a break.

"Come here," Harry says, tugging me against his naked body. "Are you hungry?"

I hum in response, legs tangling as he wraps an arm around my waist. "Pancakes."

"Pancakes it is."

"I need soap and water beforehand."

He kisses my nose and moves away to run a bath. I stretch out on his bed, morning-sun warming my body as I soak in my new existence. I haven't had a nightmare since I poured my heart out to Harry. I'm not forgetting my sister, nor am I ever going to, but I can't help wondering if my momentary happiness is permitted. It seems wrong, perhaps, being happy when I'm not even sure Lottie is okay. But it feels good. It's been years since I've genuinely craved happiness, especially the kind Harry is bringing me, the kind that's progressively seeping into my bones so completely that it's overwhelming in every way I can come across.

"You coming, lovely?"

I get up so I can sink into water that's nothing but soothing against my sore body. He gets in behind me and pours soap into his hands to work it into my hair. I lean again him once it's rinsed out, sleepy as he presses his mouth to my neck.

"Do you suppose it's wrong that I sometimes feel happy when my sister is still gone?"

"Baby, no. You can't—"

He's interrupted by his doorbell. We get out mostly against our will, but we get dressed in a hurry so we can open up to a seemingly worn-out Niall.

"Morning."

"Morning," Harry says, eyes exclusively on Niall's newborn. "Did you mention you were coming over?"

"No, it was spontaneous," Niall says, eagerly handing Harry his baby. "Figured you'd wanna meet Hazel. Mummy hasn't rested in a week, so we're gonna spend some time away."

"That's very sweet."

"I'm exhausted," he says, yet smirks as he gives me a once-over. "Harry roughed you up nicely, huh?"

I raise a curious eyebrow. "You can tell?"

"He marked his territory," he says, instinctively making me touch my neck. "It's obvious you've gotten some."

"Quiet," Harry says. "We've got baby ears."

I snort. "You promised me pancakes."

"I remember, lovely." He moves to hand Hazel back, but Niall moves away instead. "Hold your baby, Niall."

"She's yours now," he says. "I'm gonna..."

He stops and wanders away instead. He passes out on Harry's couch, blanket tugged over his body as Harry laughs.

"Do you wanna make pancakes?"

"No. But I can hold Hazel."

He pouts but hands her over. "Be careful."

"I've held several newborns, H."

"Right. I'm sorry."

He makes me pancakes as I ensure Hazel isn't crying. Her tiny hand is wrapped around my finger, nonsensical noises making me melt.

"Niall makes very cute babies."

Harry hums. "Do you want some?"

"Yeah. I just... worry."