Four years later
The brilliance of New York City never seemed to dim through the night. The glimmer just brightened up as the sun went down and came back through with the next morn.
The night sky was shimmering with stars, as the darkest of blues painted through it. The cold persisted without any precipitation. Christmas lights were scintillating through the houses he passed by when he finally arrived over to his house.
Knocking the door of his house, he heard the ruckus which was going on in the background as his husband and whoever was in the chaotic haul behind the doors.
"I'm coming!" Louis' sweet voice called out and in moments the door swung open to show a man in a white sweater over blue joggers and a hairband with reindeer antlers.
"Hey! You must've got the wrong address! This is not your house." He smiled and shut the door before Harry stopped the slam with his hand, pushing it to the other side.
"Doll, I'm-"
"Don't 'Doll' me, Harry Styles," Louis snapped and went into the living room where all of their friends and family present.
"Louis, I'm sorry I'm so late." He apologized in all honesty, following him to the kitchen making his way past Zayn who mouthed a 'You're dead meat' to which Niall enthusiastically nodded his head to while Viola played with Kendall.
Answering him with a middle finger, he continued to chase after Louis to the kitchen which was filled with Christmas delights.
"Louis, I'm sorry I wasn't there during most part of the day." Harry apologized, hugging his tummy from behind.
Turning towards him, Louis gave him a skeptical look, "Bold of you to assume that you weren't there for most part of the day."
"You weren't there through the day." Louis snorted.
"Hon, you know the meeting was important, if I'd let it go unchecked-"
"-so my birthday is not important?"
"Louis, you know that's not what I meant!" Harry justified, as he wriggled himself out of the Mobster's grasp and made a run to the living room.
"Lou!" Harry interrupted and followed him, as he sat down in between Kendall and Niall.
"You missed the cake, you missed wishing me-"
"-I left you a note!"
"-a note doesn't count! Your physical presence does!" Liam countered.
"Whose side are you on?" He questioned Liam incredulously.
"Where is my princess? Probably she could understand her father."
"Not if the said father did wrong things and you aren't touching her until you go have a bath!"
"Fine but where is she?" He questioned him.
"Have a bath." Louis deadpanned.
"Fine!" Harry called out and stomped his way up the staircase to do the said errand.
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Criminal || Larry Stylinson Mob AU
Fanfiction"So all of this is my fault?" He scowled back. "Harry, he is fragile. He can't bear up with your anger or try to break past your stone cold exterior if you don't let him." His father reasoned. "No, dad. I highly doubt that's what he wants from me, I...
