Vlogging in Styles : The Original | Larry Stylinson ❀

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NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT? I am finishing this story FOR FOOOKS SAKE

"Alright Manchester, how's everyone fucking doing tonight?" Louis yelled out into the microphone, walking across the stage and smiling wide when the entire crowd cheered. 

It was the first day of his festival, and it was a madhouse. All his family was there. Harry's family was there, and it's been jammed packed with music, dancing and food. 

Harry was off in the sidelines with their family, watching his husband out of sight as he bounced around on stage and sung nearly all his songs. Silas was in his arms, happily babbling away and calling out Daddy every few seconds. 

Against his better judgement, Harry pulled out his phone and opened up his vlogging app. 

"Hi My Stylers," he said into the camera, smiling wide. "Long time no chat, eh?" he teased, now panning the camera around to show Louis beginning the track to his next song. "Look how hot my husband looks right now." 

"Gross," Gemma called from the side, grimacing. 

Harry shot her a look. "What? He rocks a tank top." 

"You speak about your husband like that on camera?" she continued to pester. "While holding your child?"

Harry rolled his eyes and walked away, getting closer to the stage. "Anyway, everyone look at him. He's hot yeah? So tan and good looking." 

"Daddy," Silas cheered, raising his arm in the air as if to reach for him. 

"That's right. Daddy is over there," Harry cooed at him, hiking him up higher on his hip while his other hand continued to pan the camera on Louis. "He's been singing songs about be for the past hour. So Sweet yeah?"

"Daddy!"

"Yeah, daddy," Harry smirked. "Daddy looks good."

Just as the last song finished, Louis walked toward the front of the stage again. "If nobody can tell, I am obsessed with my husband," he began, and Harry snorted behind the camera. Obviously he is. "I write my songs about him because he's my whole world and I love him."

The crowd awes, and in that moment, Louis turned his head and caught his eyes. 

"You know," he continued, voice still breathless from the last song, "I spent a long time trying to put love into words. Trying to capture what it feels like to love someone so much it hurts—in the best way. And, um..." He let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Turns out, I just had to look at Harry."

The crowd erupts into cheers, but Louis doesn't look away. Harry felt like his entire body was fully focused on him, his heart, his mind, his eyes. It was all Louis in that moment and he loved him so much it hurt. 

"This whole album—every chord, every lyric, every damn note—it's him. He's in the way the melodies rise and fall, in the way the words tangle together. Harry's in every love song I've ever written, even the ones I didn't know were about him yet." His voice wavers, thick with emotion. "He makes my world feel like a song I never want to stop playing."

Another deafening cheer, and Louis bit his lip, grinning as he gestured toward Harry. "So, these next couple songs? They're for you, baby. Not that you didn't already know that."

And as the first chords ring out, Louis doesn't seem to care about the thousands watching. He only card about Harry.

The song broke out, and Harry smiled wide when he looked up at the screen and saw a bunch of pictures of himself sliding across. Some of when he was young, some recent, some of them together. It's like a whole declaration to him and their love, and his heart swells with so much when the crowd is singing the song right back at him. 

Then the next few songs are more that get dedicated to him. No Control. Home. Defenseless. Written All Over Your Face. Many more that puts the spotlight on him, and he absolutely flushes. 

By the time the festival ended, Louis was bombarded backstage by their family. Hugs and kisses get passed around between everyone, ending with Harry and Silas last. He walked over to the two of them and immediately pulled them into a hug. 

"Hi my love," Louis greeted, kissing Harry square on the lips. 

"Daddy!" Silas cheered happily, making grabby hands toward him. 

"Hi, Buddy, did you enjoy the show?"

"Yes. Yes." Silas babbled. 

Louis smiled and leaned down to kiss him before looking up at Harry again. "And you?" 

"I love you," he immediately said. 

"No, I love you," Louis argued with a smirk.

"Think someone can watch Silas tonight?" Harry leaned in to whisper, a grin spreading across his lips as his hands rested lightly on Louis' chest. "Your words always make me horny." 

Louis tilted his head to laugh. "Baby, Im holding our son right now."

"So you're saying you don't want bend me over tonight?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow, as if challenging him. 

"My lemon drop, you know I fold easily for you," Louis replied, leaning in to kiss him, only for sticky hands to press to his face. 

"Da da, No." Silas complained. 

"What?" Louis pouted. 

"Ew." 

Harry laughed loudly. "Oh, I can't wait for what I'm going to do you later," he said to Louis, eyes sparkling mischievously. 

"Well, lets' drop him off and lets get you naked," Louis suggested. "It's been nearly a day. I almost forgot what sex felt like." 

Harry rolled his eyes and leaned in against his side. "You're ridiculous." 

"And you look sexy in those jeans.." 

As he leaned in for another kiss, Silas' hands went back to his face to push him away. "Dada. No. Ew." 

Harry turned his head and laughed again while Louis looked at their son with an offended look. "Silas, don't be bad. Dada wants to snog your papa, okay?"

"Louis!" Harry giggled. 

"What? Our son cockblocks us all the time and now I can't even kiss you?" he complained. 

"Just give him to our mum's and lets go. I have a surprise for you." 

"Papa."

Harry turned to look at Silas. "Yes, bug?" 

"No. No." Silas said innocently, his hand squeezing Louis shirt. 

"Silas, I think you meant yes. yes," Louis corrected. "Im trying to get you a sibling over here. Please let me?  Daddy will treat him good." 

Harry rolled his eyes. 

"Okay, da da." 

Louis wide eyes glanced over at Harry. "Silas gave us the okay. Let's go fuck." 

The Thing is next because I PROMISED DAMMIT.