Vlogging in Styles : The Original | Larry Stylinson ❀

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Eek. I snuck in one more chapter before the epilogue. 

"Hello my Stylers." 

A sigh, then, "Tomlinsun's." 

Harry turned to glare at Louis. "Stylers."

"Tomlinsun's."

"Dada. Dada. Dada," Silas interrupted the two of them, happily perched on Louis' hip while the three of them waited in the doctor's office. 

"Si, tell daddy it's called Stylers, please?" Harry begged, reaching up to pinch his cheek from where he was lying on the examination bed. 

"Why don't you tell, daddy, yeah?" Louis wiggled his eyebrows. 

Harry looked up at him and narrowed his eyes. "I don't tell you anything." 

"Here we go," Louis sighed, turning the camera on himself. "Here my baby love is denying once again that he doesn't call me daddy—but little do you all know was that last night he was—"

"Louis, don't," Harry warned, reaching over to smack his belly. 

"It was hot," Louis reasoned, smile soon softening. "You're so hot." 

Harry rolled his eyes. "That is so romantic." 

"Especially when you bend—"

"Okay," Harry interrupted, grabbing the camera from him and settling it on himself. "Today we are finding out some news, so once we know if it's true, then we will share it with you my Stylers." 

Louis rolled his eyes. "H, I talked with the viewers last time I made a video—we confirmed that people who go by Stylers are fucking lame." 

"Dada. No," Silas complained, placing his sticky hand over Louis' mouth. "Bad. Bad. Bad." 

Harry looked up and cackled. "Good, Silas. Tell Daddy no." 

Louis plucked Silas' hand off and pressed it close to his chest. "You surely don't ever say no." 

"Oh my gosh," Harry glanced at the camera. "Stay tune. Hopefully we can share the news soon." Just as he clicked off the camera, the doctor was finally walking in. 

"Alright, let's see what's going on, shall we?"

Louis was beaming, gripping Harry's hand as he lied back comfortably. "What fruit do we think baby is?," he whispered, eyes dancing with excitement.

Harry snorted. "Maybe we have a raspberry today."

"Or a little peanut," Louis grinned.

The doctor rolled the ultrasound machine closer and gestured for Harry to lift his shirt. No swell of his belly quite yet, but there was some bloating. Louis smiled as he quickly reached out to place his hand on Harry's belly while the doctor reached to grab some gel. Harry looked up at him, and his eyes immediately started tearing up. 

When the doctor returned, Louis gripped his hand again. The doctor squirted the coldest gel in existence onto Harry's stomach, making him yelp.

Silas dramatically, pointing at the doctor like they just committed a war crime. "Papa cold!"

The doctor laughed. "Sorry about that. It'll warm up fast, I promise."

Louis snickered, rubbing circles on his wrist. "Wow, babe. You're so brave."

Harry glared at him, but before he could come up with a snarky response, the doctor pressed the ultrasound wand against his belly. The screen flickered, a grainy black-and-white image appeared.