Vlogging in Styles : The Original | Larry Stylinson ❀

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Hello, everyone. Sill here, still ready to update. Enjoy this chapter. It's weird and supposed to be funny!

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"Hey, love, remember the other day when we were having sex?"

Harry frowned as he quickly turned his head to glare at Louis. He had Silas in his lap happily distracting himself with one of his toys, and the camera was set up in front of them on the coffee table to record them.

They were supposed to be doing a vlog about Silas. Showing off how much he's has grown and learned over the past months, but not even 10 seconds in to starting the video Louis already ruined it.

"Louis," Harry scolded, "Were filming. It's not the time to talk about sex."

Louis rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch they were on. He lazily draped his arm around the cushion Harry was on and let his hand fall on his shoulder. Harry tried hard to resist a smile, but those soft little touches get to him and he couldn't help when he lips curved up in a small, faint smile.

"It's a story though. The fans would love to hear about. They love when we talk sex," Louis argued.

"I feel like you like talking aboout it more than they actually like hearing it," Harry grumbled under his breath, slouching against the cushion and smiling down at Silas whenever his blue eyes blinked up at him.

Louis sighed, "Just indulge me buttercup. This is a good one."

"Fine," Harry huffed. "Can you specify the other day, then? We have too much sex for me to actually know which time you're talking about."

Louis smirked right away and leaned over to press an obnoxious kiss to Harry's cheek. "We do have a lot of sex, baby," he repeated like he was proud, causing Harry to roll his eyes. "Anyways-" he began, turning back to the camera. "Me and Harry were fucking the other day-"

"Don't say that," Harry interrupted.

"Fine. Me and Harry were making sweet-sweet love to one another the other day. It was rough and hard, and we ended up breaking the head board to our bedroom-"

"Is there a point to this story?" Harry blushed right away, biting his lip and glancing back and forth between the camera and Louis.

"What? That my baby is a little Louis slut? Everyone knows this, and I love it."

"Just keep going on with the story, Louis!" Harry grumbled, already dreading for ever allowing Louis to talk.

"Right," Louis giggled. "Anyways, me and Harry were drunk that night after we went to the bar to have a daddy and baby date-" Harry let out another groan that Louis simply ignored with a smile. "And when we got home, my beautiful dick was happily entering my husband's ass all-"

"Seriously?" Harry squealed, covering Silas' ears because well - he is at the age where he can talk and hear things. Harry doesn't need his son repeating his husband's dirty words. "You don't need to be so descriptive, Louis."

"It's a story. I don't want to leave anything out," Louis pouted.

"You can leave the actual sex part out."

Louis rolled his eyes, but continued on with the story. "Okay, well. Me and Harry were obviously having drunk sex. You know, Harry was moaning and whining for me to go faster - calling me daddy-"

"No I wasn't," Harry lied clearly, a pink blush coating his cheeks. He avoided looking at the camera and focused on Silas, rubbing his hair so no one could see his eyes that would show he was lying.