Bedtime Stories

*Story Time*

1. Story Time

~*L+H*~

"Daddy!" Came the sweet voice of his daughter. Louis groggily opened his eyes. Inches from his face was Harry. His thick hair was flung over his forehead and a long strain was in the hands of their six year old, Gracie. Louis laugh lightly to himself as she playfully pulled on it. She had climbed on the bed, and was sitting on Harry's chest. He curled over, placing his hand on her shoulder. She looked over with such a gleefully smile. "Papa!" She cheered. He placed a finger quickly on his lips, signaling her to be quiet. She nodded, placing a small finger against her own lips. He smiled and sat up. Louis' chest was bare, a pair of gray sweatpants covering the rest of him. He swung my legs over the bedside and retrieved one of Harry's shirts. He slipped it on and returned to the bed, crawling on all fours. His long brown hair was falling into his eyes and he had to swoop them to the side a few times. He smiled and leaned towards Gracie and whispered something into her ear. She giggled loudly, causing him to place his finger back to his mouth. She nodded as he counted down. He raised his fingers. One. Two. Three.

They both jumped up and started signing,

"Get up! Get up! Get out of bed!

Wake up! Wake up! You sleepyhead!"

A smile was growing on Harry's face. They continued to jump and sing but he was reluctant to move. So Louis stopped, Gracie following his every move. He sunk to his knees and lifted his hands. Gracie continued to follow. He smiled at her and quickly grabbed Harry's sides, tickling him. He immediate stay straight up and started laughing, squirming. Lou tightened his grip, Harry soon losing breathe. He wrapped his arms around Lou's neck, squishing him into his chest. Louis smiled and tried to escape, but failed. He became limp. Harry laughed and said in his sexy morning voice,

"What?" his British accent leaking through the word, "Give up already?" Louis lifted his head, replying,

"Never" before kissing him. But he moved his mouth and chin until Harry leaned back and giggled.

"Tickles," he says. Louis returned to Harry's lips, moving his chin fast. He was smiling into the kiss.

"Okay, you win!" Louis laughed before lying back on the bed beside him. Gracie was sitting on the end of the bed, still attacking Harry's feet. They don't remember how many times they told her Daddy wasn't ticklish there, but still that's where she aims. Harry laughs before sitting up, grabbing her under the arms, and plopping her on the bed in-between them. She was a giggling mess before Harry even started tickling her. Soon everyone was lying in the bed, just staring at the ceiling. Louis head over Harry's right arm and his left hand in Gracie's. Legs tangled on each other's.

Gracie let out a sigh and said, "Daddy, Papa." Which they simiationily said, "Yes." She smile and said, "Tell me the story."

Harry lifted his hand and ran it through Gracie's hair.

"Do you want us to start where we left off?" Gracie shook her head, her brown hair rustling. "No. Start from the beginning."

"Again?" Louis asked. She nodded.

"I love the beginning." Harry looked at me and smiled.

"Okay, Love." Lou rubbed my thumb along Gracie's hand. "It was the first day on my final year of high school. And I wish for nothing more but to leave this place and start my life. It took grand mum almost an hour to get me out of bed that day. 'You only had one more year to go, it'll be over quick.' She told me. But when I walked into the school and saw him, I was hoping she was wrong. I wanted this year to go as slow as possible."

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Sweet dreams, my shippers <3