Darling (Larry Stylinson)

5

Okayyy this chapter is dedicated to @readingmyheart99 for saying such lovely stuff about the story ily💕

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*Harrys Pov*

On Friday mornings I normally had my breakfast then hurried to work, usually turning up late. Not sit cross legged on my living room floor, with a young boy clinging to me desperately, a tear occasionally falling from his ocean blue eyes which I would quickly wipe away.

"Lou, darling?" I whispered softly, tracing patterns on his bony back.

"Y-Yes, Haz?" he murmured cautiously into my bare chest, testing the new name for me.

"You really need to eat, lovely. And have something to drink too." I said softly, "And we need to have a chat soon as well, darling."

He froze suddenly, becoming very still and silent in my arms.

"A-About what?" he whispered weakly, leaning back to look at me, a slight tone of fear evident in his soft voice.

"It's nothing to worry about, beautiful." I said softly, a faint blush on his cheeks, "I just need to know a little bit about you, so I can help you, love."

He nodded slowly, a faint okay escaping from his lips.

I smiled softly, my dimple showing. His head soon returned to its proper place against my chest, his closed eyes against my heart. I fiddled with a lock of his feathery brown hair, twirling it in my fingers.

After a minute or so of pure bliss, I gently stood up taking Louis with me. His legs were tangled around my waist, my arms securely holding him close to me.

We walked into the kitchen, gently placing him down on the kitchen side next to the cooker. His small legs dangling down the side.

"What would you like for breakfast, lovely?" I asked him, whilst putting the kettle on.

He blushed slightly, "wh-whatever you're having, please." he replied quietly, softly fiddling with his fingers in his lap. My jogging bottoms on his legs had managed to unroll themselves in the night, so the ends were dangling past his feet. I smiled softly to him.

"I'm gonna have some cornflakes Lou, is that okay for you too?" I asked him, not wanting to give him food he didn't want.

He nodded quickly, "yes please."

The kettle soon finished boiling and I made Louis a hot chocolate. With whipped cream circling the top and smarties covering that. I smiled softly to myself before handing it to him.

"Here you go, baby." I said, gently passing it to him,"be careful it's a bit hot, lovely."

He said a soft thank you Harry, then slowly his face scrunched into a frown.

"Wh-What is it?" he asked me softly, a blush tinting his cheeks.

"What's what, Lou?" I asked, unsure of what he meant. He blushed again and bit down on his lip. I carried on making us some cornflakes, trying not to make him feel embarrassed.

"The d-drink?" he mumbled delicately, nervousness etched across his face.

"It's called a hot chocolate, lovely." I said soothingly, "you know what chocolate is right?" To which he shook his head. I frowned and put the bowls down with the cereal in onto the table.

"It's a food, baby. Like a type of sweet?" I tried to explain, to which he frowned adorably.

"I, I d-don't know." he whispered faintly.