Yours, Mine and Ours. [ Larry Stylinson - MPreg]

five.

A FEW DAYS LATER...

After a long afternoon of housework, Harry found himself in need of a shower. So, after putting the twins down for their nap, he pulled out some new clothes and a towel then, made his way into the bathroom. A few minutes into his shower, a soft, melodic, rhythm faded in from another room. Bluhm, hum, hum. Bluhm, hum, hum. Bluhm, hum. Harry peaked his head out, from behind the shower curtain to listen. "Louis?" he called out, wrinkling his brow. Bluhm, hum, hum. Bluhm, hum, hum. Bluhm, Bluhm. Curious, he stepped back into the shower to rinse off then, turned off the shower and grabbed his towel. After running the towel over his hair, he then wrapped it around his waist and exited the bathroom. Making his way down the hallway, the sound grew faster and louder the closer he got to the bedroom. Bluhm, hum, hum. Hum, hum, hum. Bluhm, bluhm, hum, hum, hum. Harry stopped in the doorway, when he saw it was Louis, playing his guitar and singing something new.

Louis strummed a few notes then, sang, "when you need someone to hold you, or someone to just talk to...I just want you to know..." Harry closed his eyes to take in every note. "...There you go...you're wrapped around my finger again...Like a scar on my heart, or string I can't cut loose, nothing will ever break the love I have for you. There you go, you're wrapped around my finger, again." Louis stopped, letting the guitar fade out before jotting the lyrics on his phone.

After a moment of silence, Harry announced his presence. "That was very pretty," he said softly, leaning his head against the doorframe.

Louis jumped. "Motherfu—" he gasped, dropping his phone to the floor. As he bent over to pick it up, he noticed Harry in the doorway and shook his head. "Fookin' hell, Harry, don't do that!" he said with a relived sigh. "Practically gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry," Harry said, chuckling softly in his chest.

"I thought you were in the shower?"

"And I thought you quit," Harry teased, adjusting the towel around his waist.

"I did," Louis shrugged.

"So then, what was that?" Harry chuckled, softly, joining Louis on the bed. He held his towel closed with one hand and used the other to, gently, caress Louis' lower back. "Sounded like something new to me," he pestered, resting his chin on Louis' shoulder.

Louis shook his head. "It was nothing."

"Didn't sound like nothing."

"Harry..."

"Louis..." Harry taunted, sucking his teeth and rolling his eyes. He let out a soft sigh and pursed his lips, pulling the guitar away from Louis. Then, he leaned the guitar up against the bed before scooting himself closer to Louis. "...come on, babe," he pled, gently, taking Louis' good hand in his.

Louis stared at their hands, as Harry interlocked their fingers. He flashed a soft grin, caressing Harry's hand with his thumb then, glanced up to meet Harry's eyes and sighed through his nose, "You were right."

Harry pursed his lips and raised a brow, "About what?"

"About music being my whole life," Louis shrugged. He licked his lips and looked to the ceiling then, let out a heavy sigh and shook his head. "For the past few weeks, I've literally been having dreams about going on tour, writing songs, greeting fans...everything. Honestly, it's been a nice change from those nightmares of the accident I've been having," he admitted, timidly. "I really want to quit but I guess I just don't know how. And I've..." He paused and turned away from Harry, taking in a breath. When he turned back to him, he let out another heavy sigh and frowned, "...I've been afraid to tell you because I thought if you saw me actually enjoying music again, that would mean you'd want to go back on tour and I'm just not ready to—"