Larry Stylinson ao3 one shots.

and darling i will be loving you 'til we're 70

Written by:tomorrows

Summary:"Well, you deal with the football team, and we'll handle everything else," Teddy answers. He sits up confidently and crosses his arms - Harry always tells them that believing in yourself is 90% of the job - with his head held high. Louis sees a flicker of determination in his eyes, mixed with a bit of mischief and youthful exuberance. It reminds him of himself, when he was younger and even now, 32 years old and married with four children. He's really fucking grateful for the life that he lives and the kids that he has. (And his husband is pretty alright, or whatever.)

A canon spin on Posh/Becks where Louis coaches their daughter's football team for the very first time and Harry comes back from a summer working for Saint Laurent.

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"Well we can't bloody well make them green and white, can we?!" Louis hollers, red in the face and exasperated. "That's already Niall's team's colors!"

Auggie fixes him with a glare, lips in a thin line. He crosses his arms and like that he's the spitting image of Harry, is the problem. "I'm gonna tell dad you cussed again."

Louis' resolve stutters the tiniest bit.

"I have him on speed dial," Auggie threatens, still keeping his cool although his eyebrows are furrowed and he's having a proper strop. "He'll think green and white works just fine."

Louis rolls his eyes. He isn't aware that he's huffing and crossing his arms until Teddy chuckles from across the room and points it out, jokes that him and Auggie are the identical twins. Louis immediately uncrosses his arms and argues, "Well, your dad's practically color blind, so don't flatter yourself, alright."

"I'm gonna tell him you said that too!" Auggie cries even louder, stomping his foot and throwing his hands in the air. "We're doing green and white or I'm calling all of this off!"

"You can't call anything off! I'm the coach."

"Well you're not a very organized one!"

Louis narrows his eyes at his son, lips pursed. He's not very amused with him right now. This is what he gets for having a pair of twins with Harry. This is what he gets for having children with him, period. This is God pointing his finger at Louis and telling him, I told you so, mate, don't say I didn't, you should have seen this coming.

And then it dawns on him.

"I'm going to tell your dad you said that," Louis says with his head up high, finallygetting the upper hand for the very first time since they started arguing half an hour ago.

Auggie's glare weakens, although he tries not to show it. Just like Harry usually does, Louis thinks to himself. He quickly gets his resolve back together, but Louis can see the worry in his eyes. "You wouldn't," he challenges.

"You're not the only one with dad on speed dial, pal."

They stare each other down for a while, stormy blue boring into furious green. Louis knows that because Auggie is an exact replica of Harry, he's nothing if not stubborn as hell and almost, if not more, of an annoyingly determined little pest. One of them will have to give up eventually, but Louis already let Auggie decide the team logo so there's no wayin hell he's going to let him pick the kit colors as well.

He'll be damned if he loses all of his battles with his seven year old son.

"Fine," Auggie groans just as the silence comes to feel like too much for Louis. He balls his hands into tight fists and crosses his arms yet again. "We can do red and gold, but Ithink it's bloody ridiculous and we'll look like idiots."