All About Us (Larry Stylinson)

17. The Sixth and Final Tomlinson?

"Louis... Lou... Lou-eh... Louis!!" Harry said trying to wake his sleeping husband.

Louis turned over slowly so he was facing Harry and barely grumbled, telling Harry he was somewhat awake.

"Can you get me a pickle with cream cheese wrapped in pepperoni? Please?" Harry asked quietly.

"It's 3 in the morning." Louis mumbled into his pillow as he kept his eyes closed.

Louis was already exhausted after finishing the Winnie the Pooh nursery with Cody and Josh the day before. They finished painting last week but they set up the crib, rocking chair, changing table, and everything else the baby need. All Louis wanted to do what sleep.

"But Lou I want it." Harry whined.

Louis huffed before he slowly sat up and looked down at Harry. "Only because you're more than 8 months pregnant and I love you." Louis said as he shuffled out of bed.

"Love you too, thank you!" Harry called after him.

As Louis walked zombie like down the hallway he felt cold without his bed sheets as the cool air met his bare chest. He realized walking through the house in just boxers may have not been the best idea.

He slowly walked down the stairs, allowing a long yawn to escape as he walked through the living room and into the kitchen. Once Louis got to the kitchen he walked over to the fridge and opened it, squinting his eyes as he looked at the lighted food. He pulled out the pickles, cream cheese and pepperoni, and placed them on the counter.

"This is disgusting." He said to himself as he closed the fridge.

As Louis was putting together this 'food' he nearly threw up at the sight of it. He made three knowing Harry would want at least two. Louis picked up the plate and as he was about to walk back to the bedroom he heard the front door open, and close, followed by quiet footsteps.

Louis felt his heart jump out of his chest as he placed the plate down on the kitchen table and prepared himself to fight whoever came into his home.

He slowly started walking towards the foyer and his eyes widened as he saw the dark shadow of someone. As he was about to attack the person that broke into his home the person stepped into the light and he immediately dropped his fist and he felt his blood begin to boil.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Louis spat.

"I-I was uhm..." Alexis stammered.

"You were uhm?" Louis mocked. "Why are you coming home at 3 in the fucking morning?!" He asked annoyed.

Alexis looked at her dad shocked, unable to say anything.

Louis huffed and ran his fingers through his hair. "We're talking about this in the morning with your father. I can't deal with this right now. Go upstairs." He said angered.

Alexis quickly walked passed her dad and ran up the stairs to get to her room.

Louis stood in the kitchen feeling like he needed to scream as he just caught his 17-year-old daughter just trying to sneak back into the house. Instead he picked up the plate filled with Harry's pickles and stomped back up the stairs.

Louis opened the bedroom door and slumped over to the bed, passing Harry the plate of disgusting pickles.

"Thanks love." Harry said sweetly as he tried to sit up.

"Here, let me help you." Louis said taking the plate back and giving Harry a hand up.

Once Harry got comfortable on the bed he grabbed the plate from Louis and balanced on his round belly.