Just a bunch of Harry (mostly Larry) oneshots I've come up with so please don't steal them.
Prompts welcome... most of these will be where Harry has some sort of disorder or condition.
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Don't steal my shit cause...
"Be quiet lad, daddy needs his sleep." The four year old groans, throwing his head back as Louis tries to figure out how to make pancakes. "Can you please grab papa's phone from the coffee table?" Oliver nods, quickly coming back with Louis' phone, he decides to call Anne, even though it's Mother's Day and she's probably still sleeping.
"Hello love, how are you this morning?" She asks. "I'm well thank you mum, I was just wondering if you could tell me how to make pancakes? Oli and I are makin' some for H and I have no clue." Anne laughs a little but says she'll gladly help him.
And twenty minutes later, they have big stack of pancakes and Louis is thanking Anne and wishing her a happy Mother's Day as he ends the call. "Alright bud, can you go wake your sister? Be nice please." He nods, but Louis decides to follow just in case. He turns out to be right in his decision because Oli tries to jump on her bed.
"Excuse me Oliver James. No jumping on the bed. Hop down." Louis says sternly, he sits down gently on Layla's bed and rubs her back. "Good morning sweetie, it Mother's Day remember? We have to spoil daddy today." She smiles sleepily, but cuddles into Louis side. "Oli and I already made the pancakes, but we're all gunna take them into daddy, ok?" She nods, rubbing the sleep form her eyes and following Louis out to the kitchen.
They plate up the pancakes and put everything on a tray, Oli carries the card they had gotten for him - and also both written in, because Louis really wanted them to be apart of it this year. While Layla carries the present and Louis carries the tray of food.
They open the door to see Harry sitting up slightly, his big belly showing under the covers. Both children run to him, jumping up on the bed and wishing him a happy Mother's Day. "Thank you babies, what's this? Did you two and Papa make pancakes for me?" He smiles, Louis walks around to sit on his side of the bed.
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He watches as Harry talks to them, his smile and everything about him is just so bright. And Louis loves it. "Papa!" Layla shouts softly, snapping him out of his trance and making him look wide eyed at the three people he loves most. "What? Sorry," He mumbles, smiling at Harry. "Daddy asked how we made the pancakes." Oli says, and Louis nods, blushing as he tells the short story.
Harry smiles, a hand resting on his bump. "Do I have a card?" Harry asks, smiling when Oli gives it to him. He reads the front and then opens it and almost cries because his babies wrote their own names. Albeit messily and he can hardly read them but they still write their own names. "Did you guys do this all by yourselves?" He asks, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. They nod, making him wryly chuckle and tell them how great it is. Layla passes him his present and again he's crying, because they bought him a fucking gift basket and there's gift cards galore in it and Harry doesn't know what he did to deserve a family like the one he has.
"Thank you so much babies, and you too Lou... You guys are the best." Louis smiles, leaning over and kissing Harry's lips softly. "Ok you two, go sit in the living room and daddy and I will be out in a minute." The two children leave, making the parents smirk at each other.
"I love the four of you so much." Harry mumbles against Louis' lips, the older man smiling and passionately kissing his husband. "I love you more though,"
