Photograph (Larry Stylinson AU) ~COMPLETED~

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Harry and I have been waiting for this moment for our entire lives. We have been talking about this for.. Maybe two weeks into dating? But now, it's finally happening. Well, not the way we planned it to go, but this is even better.

I slowly sit up in bed and rub my eyes a bit, trying to get the sleep out of them. I go to move, but stop when Harry's arms wrap around my waist. He's so cute when he's sleepy..

"Good morning, babe." I greet him with a smile. He looks up at me then focuses his eyes on my middle.

"Good morning, baby."

I smirk and push him away lightly, then make my way to the bathroom, leaving the door open so I could talk to him without having to yell.

"Lou.." Harry whines. "Come back to bed, you're warm." I laugh quietly and grin.

"Hug a pillow, darling. That's warmer than me." I call out.

"Yeah, but that's not the same.. You smell good." I shake my head then peak it out the door at him, my smile wide when I catch him with his face squished in my pillow.

"Looks like the pillow smells better than I do." I tease.

"No, never." He looks up at me. "You look beautiful, baby." I shake my head and he frowns. "Yes, you do. You always look beautiful, you don't even have to try."

I walk over to the bed and wrap my arms around his neck, our foreheads resting against each other's. He's such a sweetheart.. I definitely married the right guy.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Lou. And our little Lou is going to look beautiful, just like you."

I blush softly and look down at his hand on my stomach, smiling widely at the sight. Yup, you guessed it.. Baby time.

***

"Harry, this looks terrible!"

I frown at what Harry's picked out for me to wear. God, what a disaster.. Light blue jeans, a brown short-sleeve top, and a oversized zip up sweater. What the hell.

"It's cute, Louis!" He protests. I groan and take off the sweater and jeans, putting on my black skinnies instead. They're a little tight, but I'm sure that's fine.

"Take them off." Harry says while he's already undoing the button on my jeans. I bat his hand away and shake my head.

"Harry, it's fine, I'm not squat or anything." I sigh. But he shakes his head and pulls them down.

"I don't care, you're either wearing those baggy jeans, or sweatpants."

So I put on the sweatpants.

***

I wake up in bed, tucked in neatly with Harry's arm behind my back, and one of his hands laid carefully on my stomach. I lean over and kiss his cheek, smiling when his eyes slowly open and look up at me.

"You okay, baby?" He asks in a loud whisper. I nod and look down at his hand, then softly place mine on top.

"You didn't have to carry me upstairs, Haz, I could've had a nap on the couch." I say in protest. But Harry just shakes his head. Nope, can't have that.

"No, I want my babies to be comfy. And the couch isn't the best place for you to sleep. Beds are much better, and they have enough room for all of us." I grin at his words, a light blush spreading across my cheeks.

"You're so perfect, darling.. Thank you. You're going to be such a good dad." I lay my hand on his cheek, then press a small kiss to his forehead, soon moving up to kiss his curls.

"Do you have any names that you like?" I ask, wanting to get some ideas. There is one that I have my heart set on, I just want to know what he likes.

"I kind of like um.. For a girl, I like Catherine, and for a boy, I like William." Harry says with his almost regular cheeky smile. I roll my eyes and smile fondly. "And Oliver."

"For a girl, I like Charlotte- after my sister of course. And for a boy.. Um.. I like Harrison." I say quietly as I play aimlessly with Harry's fingers.

"I like that one." He says. I furrow my eyebrows and turn my head to look at him.

"Which one?" I ask.

"That one." He leans up and pecks my lips gently, making me half forget what we were just talking about.

"Haz.." I whine. "Which name do you like?"

"Alright fine.. I like Harrison. Then maybe his middle name could be Oliver? That'd be really cute." Harry says. I love that idea. But..

"But what if they're a girl?" I ask with a small giggle.

"Catherine. Catherine Charlotte Stylinson." Harry says. I nod happily and beam down at him. His smile is contagious. Once he smiles, it makes me smile ten times more.

"I love it."

***

Dear mum, Dan, the girls, and Ernest,

I feel like I'm carrying around a small watermelon.. It looks so strange. How did you manage to do this five times?
Anyway, I don't really want much for my Birthday or Christmas this year, so I was thinking about having our baby shower and our Christmas party at the same time; Christmas Eve. Mostly because the baby is due next month, and we don't have anything apart from the cot and a load of clothes..
It'll start at 12:45PM in time for lunch, then we'll have dinner and more of a Christmas party later. I know, it's going to be crowded, but it's alright, we'll manage.
Harry and I are keeping the baby's name a secret, but I'll tell you the gender. It's a boy! We're so excited about his arrival in January, it's so perfect. The month between our Birthdays.
I'd really appreciate it if you could tell nan and pop about the party, just to save a bit of time, we'll probably give them a ring anyway though.
Thank you all so much for you support, you've been amazing through all of this, and we can't thank you enough. We love you all, and we hope to see you soon!

~Louis and Harry xoxo <3