dreamer ➵ larry stylinson

epilogue

epilogue.

"Daddy! I'm a superhero!" My five year old son, Ollie said. He put his arms out in front of him and made sounds as he ran around the living room. His brown hair curled at his ear and his eyes were the nice green medow color. Ollie is a spitting image of Harry.

It took a while to have Ollie. One year after Harry and I got married, we finally found a nice woman to help us. Harry wanted to have the first child his; and yes, we were expecting another with my DNA. We decided that it would only be fair and again, it was a boy. I had decided to name him Greyson. So our family would be Louis William Tomlinson, Harry Edward Tomlinson, Ollie James Tomlinson, and soon to be Greyson Daniel Tomlinson.

I didn't understand why Harry had decided to go with my last name, but I'm glad he did. Ollie James Styles makes me almost cringe. Though, it would be amazing either way. Harry and I moved out of our flats a few months after the Paris trip - which was amazing. Honestly, I didn't deserve Harry, but I was very lucky to have him.

Now here we were, I owned my own book/gadget store where you can hang out, read books, buy kindles, iPads and whatnot. Harry was now the boss of his own company where he had the internship. And I couldn't be any more prouder. Twenty-six years old and running a company himself - It was amazing.

As for Lucy, we stopped having sessions after we worked everything out with each other. It took so much time. Shortly after Harry engaged, is when we decided to handle things ourselves. Lucy was an amazing therapist, don't get me wrong. We do still talk to each other; in fact, she babysits Ollie when we have our dates.

"Really now? I think it's time for bed, buddy." Harry chuckled as he watched Ollie run around.

He stopped running and pouted. "No! Dad, tell him that I go to bed at eleven."

I shook my head. "Nope, your bedtime is definitely ten, Ollie."

"No fair!"

"Life isn't fair."

Ollie stuck out his bottom lip and gave us those big puppy-dog eyes. "Please? Five more minutes."

Harry sighed. "No Ollie, it's getting late. Daddy and I are tired, so you have to go to bed, Alright? How about this: Tomorrow when we wake up, we'll all go get lunch and to the park since school will be out."

Immediately, Ollie's frown turned into a grin. "Okay! I'm going to go to bed right now so I can wake up early and then we can go!" Then he began running upstairs to his room.

I furrowed my eyebrows at Harry. "How'd you do that?"

He held his hands up. "I know my way around kids."

"Oh shut up."

"Make me."

"I will." I crawled over to the cushion Harry was sitting in and straddled him. He smirked at me and watched me with lustful eyes. It was amazing how Harry could go from cocky to horny in less than a minute. I started to plant kisses down his jaw and then hovered my lips above his. As I was about to press them against his, Ollie yelled for us.

I let out an over dramatic sigh and plopped myself down beside Harry. Harry only chuckled at me, rubbing my thigh, then leaving to see what our child wants. While he was going upstairs, I decided to turn off our lights, set our alarm system and go to bed.

As I was walking to the room, I stopped beside the door frame and watched. Harry was reading Ollie a bedtime story and making weird faces as he read. Ollie was giggling hard, which made a giggle escape my lips. Harry looked over at me, and gave me a big smile, then continued to read.

I walked to our room, stripping into my boxer briefs that Harry seemed to enjoy and laid in bed. It was almost surreal to think of our life of how it turned out. After a while, the bed dipped down beside me. I was almost half asleep before Harry slipped his arms around my torso and bringing me closer.

"Lou." He whined into my ear.

"What." It wasn't a question, more like a annoyed answer.

"Kiss me."

"No."

"Why?"

I sighed. "I'm tired, Harry."

"One kiss." He pleaded.

"One turns into five, and you know it. God, Ollie is so much like you." I mumbled, my eyes slowly drifting closed. It was silent now, but before I could finally sleep, my body was jerked onto my back and there was Harry on top of me. I glared at him. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Kissing you." He muttered before leaning down and kissed my thin lips. I kissed back, tiredly. His long curls were tickling my face, but what was I suppose to do? The boy wanted a kiss, so I was giving it to him.

I was the first to pull away. "There. Now go to sleep, silly."

Harry smiled and got off of me, returning our original cuddling pose. Slowly but steadily, we both drifted to sleep.

As always, the same dream was at it again. Though this time, we were already together and in our bed. His fingertips trailed against my stomach, that was covered by the same red material. Harry hummed into my ear, the same curls tickling my ear.

"Cut your damn hair." I muttered.

"Not until you cut yours." He yawned. Was that even possible in a dream?

"Not happening."

Harry chuckled. "Then it's settled, no one's cutting their hair. And Ollie and Greyson can be rockstars with mullets."

The thought made me cringe. "No, we're getting haircuts after we go to the park, it's settled."

"Damn, I was liking the long hair."

I rolled my eyes and turned around, snuggling into Harry's chest. He smelt so husky and it turned me on so much. He knew what he was doing to me every time he put the colonge on. His fingers went to the hem of my shirt, slipping underneath, and rubbing up and down my spine.

And the fact that we would live like this the rest of our lives made it more exciting. I don't know what I'd do without him, he was my other half and still is. Harry knows me better than my own mum, and I knew him better than his. And since seven years ago,

We were still fasinated with each other.

it's overrrr. :(((

thank you guys for being on this poorly written fanfic journey with me. my first ever completed fanfic with an epilogue. 

Though as much as I love Wattpad, I have moved to ao3 where larry fics are more appreciated. I recommend moving there to read very well written larry fics.

wow i should be their spokesperson. how do i sign up. 

anyways, thank you so much and I'm so happy i've completed a fic! I have learned it's harder than  it looks. 

peace out homies! 

-radicalwombat