My Beautiful Omega~(Larry Stylinson)

Five (Part 2)

"Of course I do. Not right now since we are still a bit young and we've only been together for a year," I explained.

"But, how would you react if Harry was already pregnant?" Harry tilted his head and I shrugged, "Then I guess I have another person to love."

"Who do you love?" He asked and I chuckled and planted soft kisses on his cheeks. "Well I love you, I love Harry, and I love my family, and if Harry was pregnant, then I would love the baby to death." I spoke as I planted more kisses on his cheeks. He giggled and his his face in his sweater.

"How old are you lovely?" I asked as I place slippers on his feet.

"Hazza is...1 and 2 years old?" He said unsurprisingly as he thought about it. I chuckled and started to sing one of my songs that Harry loved so much.

When I was done, Harry giggled and clapped his hands.

"That sounded so sweet Lou!" Harry complimented and I smiled at him. I simply kissed him on the forehead and helped him off of the counter. While we were walking to the living room, I was singing the next three songs.

"Okay this song is the one that Harry liked from his own album." Then I started to sing Kiwi.

Harry danced along to the sound of my voice as I sang.

"Amazing Lou! Now what are your songs?"

I thought for a moment and smiled as I said, "I liked Harry's song named Sweet Creature" Then I started to sing it.

Then I sang my favorite song from my own album.

"Ohhh they're so catchy! Now what is the song that you both love?"

I looked down and chuckled as I remembered how Harry would help me stop crying by singing my own song to me.

Whenever I thought about my mum, Jay or one of my sisters, Félicité. Or whenever Harry thought about his step-dad, Robin. We would always come to each other and talk. We would cuddle and calm each other down before singing the song.

This made me start to sing the song, 'Two of us'.

When I was done, I didn't here a response from Harry so I looked up to see him crying.

"Why are you crying love?" I asked and reached for his hand and he gladly took it and smiled weakly at me. "That was just so beautiful Lou..." He spoke quietly and I smiled. "For a twelve year old, you sure do act mature. I thought that you were my baby?" I looked sad and that's when he lit up again and chirped, "I am your baby! I'm daddy's baby boy! That is I am!" He bounced on the couch and I just smiled at him fondly.

"I love you Hazza," I spoke out of random which made him stop bouncing and looked at me. He smiled and exclaimed, "I love you too Lou!" He then wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. With him still in his little space and being so innocent, he never really kissed me on the lips.

"Daddy?" Harry brought me out of my thoughts and I hummed.

"What is it like to kiss Harry?" He asked me while blushing. I blushed as well and I fumbled with my hands. "Well um...it's very warm and sweet." I then started to think about all of the times that I've kissed Harry and I smiled. "His lips make me feel like as if I'm on a cloud. They're just so soft and nice. The way that they taste on mine is the same way that he smells. So relaxing, yet so sweet. They make me crave them so badly every time that I look at them."

"Wowee. Two you mus have wuved each ovwer berry much," Harry looked at me with a bright smile and I sighed happily and looked at the ceiling, "That we do bud...that we do."

We spent the afternoon talking about my love life with Harry. It does feel weird since I am talking to Harry, but it's fine.

The only question that was running through my head was: Who did this to my Harry? And from what happened before the other question was: Why did Harry seem so anxious on my thoughts of having children? And the question about how I would've felt if he was already pregnant? What was all of this about?

I didn't know that I was staring at Harry the entire time that I was thinking about this, but when I heard the sound of crying, it snapped me back to reality. I blinked a few times, before I focused on Harry, who was the one who was crying.

I took hold of him and pulled him close to me. "What's wrong darling?" I whispered into his hair and I heard him hiccup before he answered. "Y-you w-were staring at m-me. L-like as i-if there was s-something wrong w-with m-me."

"Oh no baby. I was just thinking of some things that's all. There is nothing wrong with you, I promise." I reassured him and I locked eyes with him. He sniffed again before he slowly nodded, but lifted his pinky and said, "Pinky promise?" I smiled and linked pinkies with him and said, "I pinky promise."

He smiled and cheered before he cuddled up against my body and I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Want pizza darling?" I asked while we were watching SpongeBob.

Hazza loved this show, but if it was Harry, he would like the shows of 'Supernatural' or something like that on the TV. I still don't mind. I actually find it quite cute that he loves this show. He would sing the songs and make fun of Patrick as much as he could. The jokes that he made were actually funny too. I would laugh and tweet the joke onto my Twitter page (giving him credit for it of course).

"Yeah!" Harry answered and I nodded before I pulled out my phone and called our favorite pizza place. I ordered our usual and they said that they would be here in 10 minutes.

In those 10 minutes, I watched over my Hazza and made sure that he was happy and healthy. I made sure that nothing was wrong with him and I made sure that everything was okay.

When the pizza got here, I paid the man and we ate dinner. You see what I mean by 'Harry is the chef in this relationship'? Anyways, when Harry was finished, it was time for him to go to bed. I changed him into some PJ's and I made sure that he had his stuffed bear with him as I tucked him into bed. I checked for the monsters and tucked Harry in tight, but not too tight.

I leaned over and kissed his forehead. "Night Night Lou, I love you!" He told me in his happy and cheery voice. I smiled and kissed his cheek as I said, "Night Hazza, I love you too."

I turned on his night light and turned the actual lights off before I closed his door and went to bed myself.

I hope he will be okay in the morning...I thought to myself as I laid in bed, slowly dozing off.
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-Daysia♡