A Little Mixed Up || l.s.

Twenty One - The Perfect Crib

"I can't believe you dragged me back here."

Harry ignored him and just walked right inside the store again, heading straight for the section of cribs. If Louis didnt rush him, he wouldn't have skipped over this entire section and forgot a crib. The most necessary thing to have and he forgot it.

"I know you're excited but I have smaller legs than you do, Harold, and I physically can not keep up."

Harry huffed a bit and then just turned around to face Louis, crossing his arms over his chest. Louis was about five feet away from him so it didn't take long to get close.

"You complain so much about everything." Harry commented with a small nod of his head. "Like.. Its abnormal how much you complain. And my name is not Harold."

"Okay, Harlot, let's backtrack—"

"I'm going to kick you in the balls."

"Ouch.. Anyways. Let's backtrack." Louis stated, making Harry roll his eyes but gave a small smile anyways. "I complained because you had me stuck in a store with baby stuff for like twelve hours. I look at baby stuff for a living. It gets to be a bit too much. And secondly, you honestly touch everything you see in a store and it makes a trip that should be an hour turn into about five."

That made Harry's pout make another appearance. "But if I dont touch everything, how would I know what I need?"

Louis just sighed. "Its so hard arguing with you because you're literally the most nicest person in the world."

Harry grinned. "Good. Then the argument is settled. Now, cribs." And with that, Harry turned back around and continued his tread towards the cribs.

Louis shook his head a bit and then just laughed softly, following behind him. He felt like they'd never be able to argue properly because Louis literally couldn't keep it up for too long because Harry either pouts (which he couldn't resist and he knows Harry knows that) or Harry just hits him with some facts (most that he's sure is completely made up) and he just can't say anything because he knew Harry would go all day. He couldn't risk that.

Harry hummed softly to himself as he looked over the cribs he passes, letting his hands gently trace over the smooth finish of each crib as he passed. He would stop at one and look at it for a while but then he would just go onto the next. He even turned his nose at some as if they weren't close to being good enough. Honestly, it was pretty funny to watch. Harry was dead silent and he never spent more than five seconds at one crib. Sometimes he would look at the price if he thought it was suitable but that was a deal breaker.

"Alright. You are literally a millionaire, close to being a billionaire. What does price matter?" Louis eventually asked Harry.

"If the price is too small for a crib, it makes me know that there's something wrong with it." Harry stated.

"Because paying a reasonable and affordable amount for a crib that the baby is going to use for maybe two years just won't do."

"Exactly." Harry nodded. Louis doesn't think that he understands sarcasm at all.

Harry continued looking around each crib he was passing, a very content yet concentrated look on his face. Harry had to make sure he looked at every crib to make sure he didnt miss anything. He wanted the absolute perfect crib for the baby hes going to have.

"Harry. Hey. What about this one?" Louis spoke up. Harry glanced up, looking over at where Louis was. He was in front of a crib and pointing at one so Harry decided to move forward and check out the crib that Louis was pointing at, biting down on his bottom lip.

"Its got a changing table attached and everything. Not to mention the wood it was made out of is like mahogany or something. It would look really nice against the walls with the purple you picked out." Louis explained, trying to act like he knew what he was talking about. He wasn't too good with this stuff. Only good about getting babies into loving homes. Come to think of it, everything that happened with Harry was a first for him. He never went to someone's house unless it was an arranged meeting and he never comforted someone at night because they couldn't sleep alone.

"I like this one." Harry spoke, breaking Louis out of his trance. He moved to gently run his hands over the polished wood work of the crib. The bed was high but not too high to where the baby could easily climb out of but not low enough to where Harry would have to bend down too much to put the baby to bed and tuck them in and kiss them goodnight. It was a good crib. "I like this one. I want this one."

Louis smiled at Harry and nodded. "I totally picked out the perfect crib for the worlds most pickiest father."

Harry paused for a second and then looked back at Louis over his shoulder.  "You just called me a father.."

Louis nodded. "I did."

Harry got a small smile on his lips before looked back at the crib and then just giving a small laugh. "I'm gonna be a father." He mumbled, shaking his head a bit. Hearing Louis say it so nonchalantly made it sound realer than ever. And it may have made Harry a bit emotional to where he had to bring his hands up and cover his face.

Louis instantly moved forward and just hugged Harry, who leaned down into his hold with small sniffles.

"I just really love the crib."

"Yeah, babe. That's exactly why you're crying." Louis grinned.

Harry just nodded his head. "Its just so beautiful." He mumbled out and Louis heard a small sob coming from him. He's just glad these were happy tears he finally gets to hold Harry out of.