Larry Stylinson One-Shots

#16

Title: Pillow Talk by Broken Bravery on Tumblr

Summary: Kara asked for Harry and Louis having the baby talk, so here you go. It's not that well done, as I was rushing, but it should be okay?

This ones fluffy:P

"Hey Lou?" Harry asks one morning, laying in bed together. They don't have to get up for another half hour, so they've opted for small kisses and lazy cuddles, and Louis was quite happy to stay silent and doze off a bit more, but.

"Mm?" He hums, nosing at Harry's collarbone without opening his eyes.

"You know how you were talking to Zayn last night about how you want to coach your kid's footy team?" Harry questions, and Louis' groggy mind catches up after a moment, replaying the conversation in his head.

"Mhm, why?" Louis murmurs tiredly, fingers stroking Harry's tattoo covered arm.

"I just, um. I was wondering what your plans were, about, er, that." Harry stammers uncharacteristically, and it makes Louis blearily blink his eyes open.

"About what?" He asks, propping himself up on an elbow beside Harry, his free hand still tracing inked lines.

"Like...kids." Harry sighs, and Louis meets his troubled gaze.

"Yeah, I want kids, you know that. A son first, then maybe a daughter. I told you all this back at X Factor, darling." He says, winking at his boyfriend.

"Yeah I know you did, but." Harry mumbles, rolling his eyes at himself. "I just....I was wondering if you meant...like. With me. Kids with me."

Louis' stunned by the question, and raises a ludicrous eyebrow before stressing "Of course I want kids with you. Did you actually think I didn't?"

Harry closes his eyes and shrugs, jostling them slightly. "I wasn't sure." He sighs.

"How could you not be sure? Harry, we've talked about getting married, kids is kind of a part of that deal." Louis tells him, and Harry turns his head into the pillow a bit.

"I know, I just. There's a difference between wanting kids and wanting kids with me. Parenting is a whole other can of worms, you know?" The younger boy explains.

"Can of worms." Louis mocks. "Do people actually still use that phrase or are you being insufferably hipster again?"

"Lou." Harry says shortly, and Louis focuses again.

"Okay, okay. Harry, listen to me, love?" He suggests, settling his hand over Harry's heart.

"Mhm." Harry nods, green eyes hopeful.

"I want kids with you. I've always, always wanted kids with you." Louis tells him softly. "I think about it all the time, did you know? I think about holding your hand when we see the first ultrasound, and both of us being frantic during his or her birth."

Harry lets out a chuckle and comments "You'd be out of your mind."

"I'm sure I will be, yes." Louis smirks, changing the tense purposefully. "I think about our child's first word, first steps, first sentence. I think about what they'll call us. Like, I'd like to be Dad, and I think you should be Daddy."

"I like that." Harry says as a bright smile grows on his lips.

"Good. And we'll talk like parents do, you know? All go see Daddy about that diaper change, Dad is busy doing literally anything else." Louis teases, revelling in the light in Harry's over exaggerated betrayed expression.

"Oh I am not changing all the diapers, you twat." He says, licking Louis' nose as payback.

Louis just licks his back, and gives in. "We'll work out a system, then?"