"Like a sleepover?" Harry asked, as Louis asked if Perrie could stay one night.
"Yeah. Just like that."
Harry had had sleepovers with his cousins when he was younger, and could remember them being lots of fun. He smiled at the thought.
"Yeah! I'd like that. Can we sleep in the living room?"
Louis grinned. "Um. I think beds are better. But we can make a den for the evening, watch a film, eat popcorn and burgers. Whatever you want."
Harry clapped his hands, excitedly. "Pizza?"
"Oh yeah definitely pizza."
"Tonight please?" He was way too excited now.
"Think that's ok with Perrie. I'll double check."
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Perrie arrived at the house at 5pm. Louis took her coat and bag and they went into the living room.
"Oh wow! Look at this." She said as she saw the den built over the sofa. "Someone's been busy?"
Louis laughed. "Yeah someone was a bit excited." They could hear a muffled giggle coming from under the blankets.
Perrie crept around to the front and peeked inside.
"Pretty Perrie!" He said, with a big smile. "Come in the den." He waved her inside.
"This is so good Harry. Are you happy I'm here?"
"Yeah." He said crawling into her lap for cuddles.
"So...what have you and Daddy got planned for us?"
"We gonna watch a film, play games, eat lots of rubbish and sleep."
"Erm...not sleeping in there Harry. I told you that."
"Please." Harry begged.
"Yeah please." Perrie added, earning a huh from Louis.
"Ok. If it makes you happy. Budge up. Let me in then." He said as he crawled under the blankets.
They had put chairs at the end of the den to hold the blankets up, so they could see the tv.
"What time can we have the pizza Daddy?" Harry asked, hearing his tummy rumbling.
"I can put it on now if that's ok with Perrie?" She nodded.
"Too right. I'm starving."
"Jolly good. I'll go put it in the oven then. Be right back." Louis left the den and went to the kitchen.
"So...handsome Harry. How are you doing?"
Harry smiled at her, blushing slightly. He liked her calling him handsome, even though he thought he was ugly.
"I'm good thank you. I'm feeling happy right now."
"And that makes Daddy and me happy too. I wondered...you know you always say you love the colours I paint my nails?" Harry nodded.
"Well...I asked Daddy if it's ok and he said yes..." Harry sat up straight in anticipation. "...would you like me to paint your nails for you? You choose the colours."
Harry threw his arms around her. "Yes yes yes yes yes. Please pretty Perrie. What colours have you got?" He asked excitedly.
Perrie reached into a bag and pulled out a make up bag, she opened it and pulled out 4 bottles. Pink, light blue, yellow and purple. Harry looked at them, finding it hard to choose.
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Precious (Harry Styles)
FanfictionWhy isn't he crying? He's not dead! Please don't say he's dead! Harry's birth was traumatic. Nobody thought he would live. Thankfully he did. But his life would be full of health problems and difficulties.