Awful.. - Larry Stylinson

Chapter 1.

Harry Styles is an 18 year old guy who is determined to adopt a kid. Harry is also openly gay. He goes to the adoption centre and is lead in a room full of little orphans by the receptionist. Harry spots a certain blue eyed boy playing with his teddy, sitting alone on the floor, while the other kids are playing with each other. Harry slowly walks to the blue-eyed boy and gives him a warm smile.

"Hello, love. What is your name?" Harry asks.

"Louwe." He squeaks shyly, his pout turning into a tiny smile.

Harry coos at the way he says his name.

"How old are you?" Harry asks.

"Six." Louis says, holding six fingers up.

Harry smiles at Louis' cuteness. Louis gives Harry a small smile and kisses his teddy's head.

"What is your teddy's name, Louis?" Harry asks, looking at the teddy in Louis' small hands.

"Twiger." Louis mumbles.

"Tiger?" Harry asks, and Louis nods his head vigorously, beaming a smile at Harry.

"Can I take you home Louis?" Harry asks, biting his lip, nervous of Louis' rejection.

"You no take twiger away fwom me.." Louis says, his voice timid, tears glistening in the corners of his bright blue eyes.

Harry feels his heart swell. He picks up Louis in his arms and kisses his tiny forehead.

"I won't, I promise." Harry smiles.

Harry fills out a form in the same room as Louis is in. He gives the form back to the receptionist and takes Louis' small hand in his own. Harry takes Louis' luggage bag and pops it in the car boot. They drive off to Harry's house.

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*Harry's POV*

It was weird. I mean Louis is six years old, but he still cannot pronounce some words properly. Some of his sentences yet still did not make sense. Well, I guess that is what was the most adorable about him, other than his big blue eyes of course.

After eating warm pancakes, Louis and I go out to the the luggage.

I hold his suitcase and he pulls his hand out.

"I hold it! I hold it!" Louis jumps up and down, waving his hand in the air.

"No baby, Daddy will hold it. It is heavy." I say sternly.

Louis pouts.

I sigh.

"Come on then, help Daddy hold it." I give in.

"Yayy!" Louis shouts, making some of the neighbours look out of their windows.

We walk to the doorstep. Louis stops and takes a breath.

"It heavy, Daddy." Louis pouts.

"I told you Daddy will hold it." I say and he giggles.

We walk up to the new bedroom I made which is now going to be Louis'.

"Daddy, who's woom this?" Louis asks me.

I drop his luggage on the small bed and pick Louis up, pressing his small chest against mine.

"Your room baby." I say smiling widely, hoping he would like it. "Do you like it?"

Louis frowns and I furrow my brows, getting confused.