DADDY'S LITLLE ANGEL // NARRY AU

Chapter 42// Disturb me

AN: I'm really late but the good news is that I'm back and I'm here to stay. An explanation follows in the AN at the end of this chapter. Enjoy.

WARNINGS: Smut

Half an hour later, Louis had arrived at their apartment and he had immediately fallen in love with the hungry girl sitting on Harry's lap.

Yes, you read it right, sitting on Harry's lap.

Honestly, Niall was surprised Stevie trusted Harry already. She had met him like an hour ago and her mother had died, the child must be traumatized as fuck. Maybe she recognizes Harry, though? Harry and Gemma were brother and sister, and although Niall had never seen Gemma, he was sure she must have been as beautiful as her younger brother. And they must have looked somewhat alike, too. Maybe the little girl found some comfort in the fact that Harry and her mother looked so alike.

Niall wasn't complaining, though. It was better this way, healthier for her. It wouldn't be good for her if she cowered away and didn't want any contact.

He couldn't deny that he wished he were on Harry's lap right now, but his time would come. And the good thing about it all was: Harry looked sexy as fuck as a daddy.

Like a real-life daddy. Not a bedroom-daddy.

Well, he looked hot as fuck as a bedroom-daddy too, but that wasn't the point.

'Where the fuck did she come from?' Louis asked, looking at the young child.

'First of all: no cursing,' Harry said, and it made Niall laugh a little too loud. Deja-vu.

'There's a child in our presence, Louis, get yourself together.'

Louis nodded and immediately took the child out of Harry's arms, playing with her hair and talking to her in his sweet voice. A voice nobody really got to hear, not even Niall, who had been Louis' best friend for years.

Louis mostly used his sarcastic 'I don't give a fuck'-voice.

But when Louis saw a child, he immediately became a huge teddy bear (well, a little one, Louis wasn't very tall) and became the nicest human being on earth. Fake as fuck, but little children were the only people Louis truly liked. Well, little children and Niall.

'Harry, go make her some mashed potatoes and some sausages, every child likes that. Oh, and carrots! Don't forget the carrots, every child likes that.'

'Sir, yes sir!' Harry called out, smiling at Louis before disappearing into the kitchen.

Niall was quite glad with the way Louis and Harry handled each other. After all, they hadn't immediately been friends, and the fact that Louis had kissed Niall when he was drunk hadn't made the situation any better at all.

But they handled it like grown-ups.

Wait.

They were fucking grown-ups.

Do you ever get hit in the face by reality, realizing you're a legal adult that has to graduate, find a job and pay taxes? An adult that has to do laundry and buy groceries and be nice to grumpy old neighbors instead of throwing eggs into their garden?

Yeah, Niall felt like that all the time.

He decided to go help Harry in the kitchen, and walked in only to find Harry cutting up carrots like his life depended on it.

'We're really going to do this, huh?' Niall asked.

'What?' Harry turned around and looked at Niall.

'Parenting.'

'I guess,' Harry smiled.

They were young. They were inexperienced. But when Niall got a kiss from the man he loved, only to get some mashed potatoes on his face, he knew they were doing the right thing.