Animal

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Liam?" Louis turned in his chair with his Bic pen between his lips. "Isn't Liam in prison?"

"They got him out." Harry has his eyes pinned to Louis as the latter male wobbles out of his chair to approach him.

"Why?"

"For this fight." Harry smirks from behind a bottle of water. "Plus, his good behaviour made it easier."

"What are you gonna do?" Louis leans forward on his elbows on the cold counter top, brows leaning towards one another.

Harry sighs and sets the bottle down, before walking around the counter and pulling Louis against him. "Kill him."

It doesn't even phase Louis. The boy settles his frown and rests his forehead on Harry's chest under his chin. It was going to happen and he wasn't completely opposed to it.

"Won't Olivia be proud." He whispers with a roll of his eyes, fingers scratching the musk-scented shirt on Harry's chest.

Harry rubs Louis' sides with reverent and slow hands, holding the boy close and inhaling his soft, sleepy scent from his neck juncture. "That's my baby girl."

Louis blushed and pecked Harry's jaw, placing a small hand on his cheek to keep them so close continually. "Mine too."

"Indeed." Harry sunk his teeth into Louis' neck just enough to be shocking but painless, making the boy moan and bend his neck at an angle.

"N-Niall called." Louis stutters out of the vibrations locking in tight with his sensitive nerves.

"What about?" Harry kisses the red mark on Louis' neck and pulls back to grab his duffel bag.

Louis followed him up the stairs into the bedroom with a hand on his own lower back to ease the strain there, and his socked feet padding on cold wood flooring.

"Remember that time we all decided a joint dinner would be fun?"

Harry turns on his heel and gazes down at Louis with an impassive but edgy look. "A double date?"

"Yes but-"

"No."

"Haz, please!"

"I am perfectly capable of taking you out to dinner on my own."

"But wouldn't it be fun? Zayn's fully recovered now and Niall really wants this."

"I don't give two fucks about what Niall wants, Louis."

Louis wants to stomp his foot and pointedly storm off, but his ankles have been painful joints for two weeks now and he doesn't think another trip including those stairs would do him any good.

"Well I do." Louis crosses his arms. "Don't you care about what I want?"

With a heavy heart and long exhale, Harry pulls Louis forward between his legs while he sat on the bed. He rubs circles into both sides of Louis' baby bump after lifting his sweater up. His lips met the warm skin three times before he was entirely satisfied.

"I will take you out on a date, kill or die for you. I will be there when you bring my daughter into this world, and you can fucking count on getting pregnant by me again." Harry stares up into two pits of magnificent blue eyes. "I won't go on a double date."

"Well then you'll have to tell Niall yourself." Louis purses his lips and closes Harry's legs so he can climb onto his lap.

"Enough about your blond friend." Harry frowns. "How has my daughter been?"

Harry is a proud father to their unborn baby girl. Louis is never failed in his surprise because this is the last type of behaviour he expected from Harry, but there's no escape for the possessiveness and pride that Harry carries around with him.