Baby Boy ✧ Larry Stylinson

Chapter 41 - honeymoon

Louis and Harry were both seated on beach chairs, sunglasses covering their eyes while the bright sun shined down upon them, tanning their bodies slowly but surely. The waves were crashing loudly in front of them, some of the water touching the legs of their chairs. "Can you believe that we're married? I can't believe we're married." Harry says, laying on his side and peering up at Louis whose arms were tucked under his head.

"I mean like, our wedding was two days ago so yes." Louis replies, snickering slightly when Harry shoots him a playful glare. "The only thing I can't believe is that I got to marry the most beautiful man on this earth." Harry flushes a light red at that, hiding his face in his arms and giggling quietly to himself. He still gets majorly flustered when Louis compliments him.

"Anyways," Harry starts off, causing the both of them to laugh, "I also can't believe that you took me to the Bahamas." He motions around him, and Louis turns his head just in time to see a little baby fall on his bum because the waves knocked him over. "This must cost way too much — especially with the first class ticket on the plane." Harry complains, pouting when Louis just chuckles at him. He hated it when Louis spent so much money on him — but it was their honeymoon.

"Harry, we're married now, so you better get used to the fact that I will buy you many expensive things. It's kind of like a hobby, I like buying sweet things for you." Louis explains, rising his glasses higher so they sit atop of his head. Harry only clears his throat, wiggling his toes a bit and breathing deeply.

"I'm sorry, daddy."

They sit there for a while, enjoying each others presence with the faint sound of people bickering behind them. "How long are we going to sit here and pretend we don't want to get in the water?" Harry inquires, glancing over at Louis with a sly grin on his face, two dimples popping out on either cheek and Louis thinks they look like mini craters.

"Wanna go in now?" Louis questions, sitting up in his chair and turning his head to look at Harry who was laying on his chest, letting his back get hit by the rays of the strong sun. Harry nods his head and Louis admires how strands of his curls fall in front of his face, sun behind him as he sits up too so it looks like a halo above his head. Harry was truly an angel. "Let's go then."

Louis gets up first, offering a hand to Harry who grabs it and stands up from his chair, taking off his glasses and setting them on the sand beneath their feet. The both of them walk down the hot sand, Harry occasionally jumping up and down because he claimed that his feet were getting burned, which ended up with Louis carrying him the rest of the way.

"Oh my, this is very cold!" Harry squeals when Louis sets him down in the water, the liquid only being high enough for it to cool down the green eyed boys' feet. Louis chuckles at his princess, walking further in the water with his hand clasped in Harrys'.

"C'mon, angel." Louis urges him, tugging at his hand but Harry shakes his head stubbornly, body already trembling from the coldness spreading throughout his body. "Baby." Louis pouts, bringing up Harrys' hand to kiss it lovingly. Once Harry gives in, they swim around freely, laughing and splashing each other like they're the only people in the world.

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They make it into their suite, Louis making sure to put the do not disturb sign on their door. "Princess, I love you so much." Louis breathes out, backing up Harry into a wall and kissing him feverishly. The lanky boy moans into the kiss, jumping up and wrapping his legs around Louis' waist when the older man pats his bum. "So perfect."

Louis lays Harry down on the bed, hands swiftly taking off Harrys' plain white shirt he had put over his body when they were done swimming, attacking his neck while doing so. "Daddy." Harry whimpers, lifting up his hips when Louis slides his swimming trunks down his legs to make it easier for him. Louis leans down and kisses him again, swiping his tongue inside of Harrys' mouth and moaning when he tastes the slightest hint of cherry.