Tongue Tied [larry mpreg] ✓

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Harry was up before Louis, which was predicted, since Louis came home beat, and Harry simply stayed with the kids all day. Rolling out of bed, Harry made his way into the kitchen, turning back on his phone. Many missed calls, unread texts, and unheard voice malls, made themselves known. The lad sighed softly, making sure none of them where from his mum or Gemma. When he was in the clear, he dialed his voice-mall, knowing he was in for it.

"Harry fucking Styles, where the fuck are you? Liam is going ape-shit." Zayn's questioning voice came down the line.

He deleted that one, and moved onto the next.

"Harry, turn on your damned phone."

"Harry, where are you."

"Styles, this was stupid on your part."

The rest of the messages where from either Liam or Zayn, attempting to get a hold of Harry, for a stupid radio interview. He turned off his phone again, wanting to enjoy the time he had with Louis and the kids, not knowing the next time he would be able to see them. He really didn't lie to Liam, he was with family, family he didn't know he had, until a few weeks ago. He wanted to make sure the kids liked him, and he wanted to somehow win Louis back. He didn't know how, but he wanted too.

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Later that day, after Louis had gotten up, and cuddled with Harry on the couch for a little while, until the kids started to whine, they where getting ready for a day out to the park.

"Harry, are you sure? I don't want.." Louis trails off, looking down at the kids.

"I'll make sure everything is okay, I promise," Harry replies, looking at him.

Louis nods, and finished getting the kids ready. Harry went into the kitchen, preparing some sandwiches, and putting them into a cooler, along with snacks and bottled water. Darcy wondered in a few moments later, and pulled on Harry's jean leg. The older lad looked down at his daughter, loving the way she smiled up at him. She made grabby hands, and Harry bent over, and put her on his hip.

"Lou-Boo, are you almost ready?" Harry asked, placing the cooler on his shoulder.

"Yeah Haz," Louis replied, walking out of his bedroom, with George on his hip.

Louis grabbed his keys, with Harry following, they made their out to Louis' car. They both loaded the kids into the car, and put the cooler int he back seat, Louis surprised how much easier everything went with another pair of hands. He pushed the thought from his mind, trying not to think about how much easier everything would be if Harry moved in.

He would get to wake up to a face he learned every part of, he would have someone to help along with the kids, he wouldn't have to count on his mum all the time... and maybe they would have a small, nice family. Where the kids would play all day, and him and Harry would sit on the couch and watch them play. They would be a happy family, a full happy family.

Harry would get to watch his kids grow up, while growin old with Louis. He would get to see his grandkids running around with their old dog that they would adpot at sometime. He would get to sit in the rocking chair, next to his husband, of how ever many years, still sassy and witty.

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They arrive at the park, and Harry's praying that no paps are out and around. But all it took was for Darcy to ask him to push him on the swings, and he could careless right now. He finally felt like a father, pushing his little girl on the swing set, with Louis played with George, making sure he came down the slide safely. His phone died a long time ago, and he couldn't be happier. He actually felt normal for once; he was truly happy. He didn't care if someone snapped a photo of him with his kids, and maybe soon to be boyfriend, he wouldn't give to flying shits.

He was finally happy for once.

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It wasn't until later that night, the kids asleep, and Harry and Louis cuddled up on the coach, that the famous lad finally felt.. normal.

"Let's turn in?" Louis murmured, looking up at Harry.

"Yeah," Harry replied, smiling softly.

The two got up, and quietly walked into Louis' bedroom, slipping underneath the sheets, and falling asleep; wrapped in each other's arms.

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sorry for such a short update.. but this is a filler. :)