Vlogging in Styles : The Original | Larry Stylinson ❀

Epilogue

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"Good morning my Tomlinsun's," Louis greeted into the camera, smiling widely. 

Harry reached over and smacked his arm. "Stylers. Louis please. This has been going on for years. Do you want me to divorce you over this?" 

Louis rolled his eyes and flipped the camera over towards his husband, who was dressed all cutely in his blouse and trousers, looking all professional and sexy in his get up. "You look hot," he blurted out because well, Harry does. "You sure you have to go to work right now?" 

Harry huffed out a laugh. "Yes, Lewis. Some of us don't have the luxury of babbling nonsense on stage for a couple hours." 

"Nonsense, hm?" Louis stepped closer, pressing a finger under Harry's chin. "It's not nonsense if it turns you into my submissive little—"

Harry's eyes immediately widened as he reached over to cover his mouth. "Stop that." 

"Papa," Silas called out from below, tugging on Harry's pants. "Be nice." 

Harry frowned as he looked down at their son, their five year old. It was actually insane to see him look so grown up now. "Are you telling me what to do little man?" he chastised. 

Louis snorted, panning the camera now to their son who was dressed in cute baby chinos and a little button up. "You're easy to boss around, darling." 

Harry reached over to smack his chest. 

"Papa!" Silas called out again, just as their twin girls babbled nonsense from the stroller. 

Harry huffed to look at his son again, then over to Leah and May strapped comfortably in their seat.  This was too much for seven thirty in the morning.  Leah was repeatedly kicking her little feet against the tray while May was holding their diaper bag hostage, gnawing on the strap like a feral gremlin.

Louis chuckled as he put the camera back on Harry. "Alright sunshine. Want to tell our Stylers—Tomlinsun's what today is?"

At the reminder, Harry's eyes immediately watered. "It's Silas' first day of Kindergarten." 

Silas, their newly-minted kindergartener, was standing in front of the school with his tiny backpack on, gripping the straps like a soldier about to go into battle. His face was scrunched up in serious concentration—completely ignoring the fact that his sisters were causing a riot right behind him.

"That's right" Louis began, flipping the camera around to show the front of the school. "Big day today. Our first born is officially heading into the world of education."

Harry sniffled dramatically, clutching his heart. "I'm not ready."

Louis swung the camera back to them, zooming in on Harry's face. "Baby doll, you literally work here."

"That's not the point," Harry said, voice wobbling. "He's my baby. Look at him! He's so small! How is he supposed to survive in there all day?"

Silas frowned, looking up at him and tugging on his trouser again. "I'm big, papa."

"You're tiny," Harry argued. 

"I'm five."

"Tiny."

Silas sighed like he was so over it already. 

Harry huffed and glared up at Louis. "Great, I have two of you," he complained. Louis absolutely beamed and leaned over to kiss the side of his mouth.