Meeting of fate | Larry Stylinson

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It's been three months since they made it official. It's been proper nice, lovely even. Louis never really thought he would find, the one, as you say. But he's ninety-nine percent sure he's found the one.

It's nearing Christmas, as well as Louis' birthday, and it's snowing outside. The sidewalks are filled with snow, and if you open a window in the house, you can hear the giggling coming from all the kids around playing in the snow.

Louis has been having some time off, just to spend some quality time with his new family. It makes his heart beat faster when he calls them his family. They are, and he loves it. Loves waking up to Harry's beautiful face every day.

Some days have been harder than others, but they both realized that deleting social media for a couple of weeks would be great for them. And it has been helping a lot, not having to look at all the negativity thrown at them, especially Harry.

Louis despises it, the fact that he gets so much hate. Sure, his fans are great, awesome even, but some can just be... a bit disrespectful, let's say.

As the months went by, they became closer. They have made love, a couple of times actually. Louis has never really made love, it's just been proper fucking and then leaving the next days. But with Harry, it's so much more special. He has this feeling that he has to protect the other man, shower him in love, and be delicate with him.

Harry's sleeping next to him, and his arms around the sleeping man's small waist. The curly-haired man his clinging onto the pop star as if he was a koala, but Louis loved it. Loved feeling the puffs of air coming from Harry's mouth hitting his neck. Sounds weird, but he loves the closer.

He pressed a soft kiss to Harry's forehead, he's been doing that a lot lately, and it makes Harry smile, looking up at the other man with soft, green eyes. "Good morning, Haz," Another nickname. In some way, nicknames make their relationship more personal to Louis.

"Morning, Lou," He mumbles against his naked chest, giggling as the small hair tickles his face. "Wha' time is it?"

Louis looks over at the clock on the wall. "It's halftime past nine, surprised Soph hasn't woken up yet," The little girl would usually come barging in way too early in the morning, jumping on their bed to wake the couple up.

Harry hums softly. "Was a proper late night for her though, stayed up at past eleven," Soph's bedtime was usually around seven, sometimes seven-thirty, but last night they had a film night together. They had ordered loads of take in, snacks, candy, everything.

Louis chuckles and nods his head in agreement. "Yeah, right 'bout that, love. If she could have chosen we would have watched Frozen all night," The little girl was obsessed with Frozen, and she had told the men that she wanted a frozen inspired room.

Just as Harry was about to speak again, the door burst open and a very happy looking Sophia was in the door opening. "'Elloooo," She giggles, climbing up in their bed. That was a thing, ever since the beginning, really. Morning cuddles in the king-sized bed, often watching some Frozen related stuff on the Tv in front of them.

Louis gasped at her, smiling widely. "Gooood morning," He exclaimed, blowing raspberries on her stomach. She squealed, cackling loudly while she tried to escape from Louis' arms.

Harry smiled softly at the two, ever since Louis came into his life he has been feeling so much better. The blue-eyed man is always up to help Harry with Sophia, which he adores.

When the little girl calmed down from the tickling attack from Louis, they all cuddled up in their bed and watched some girl dressing up as Elsa.

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Harry's at work and Sophia is at a friend's house and Louis is bored. He's been staring at the white wall in front of him for the past ten minutes, trying to figure out what he can do.

All of a sudden, an idea comes to mind and he smiles in excitement. He's gonna re-do Sophias room, just as she wants it. Frozen themed.

He quickly grabs his keys and locks the door behind him, this day took a quick turn to the better. Louis knows the curly-haired boy will be disappointed in him for spending so much money on something that isn't necessary, but this is necessary to Louis. The little girl will be so happy.

When walking inside of the painting store, he was shaken to see how many different blue shades there were. A whole wall was covered with blue colors.

"Some of these look the exact same," Louis muttered to himself, taking a shopping cart with him. At first, it was quite hard to decide which blue he should choose, but in the end, a choose a quite light shade of blue. He took two cans of that shade, and even a white can to add some snow details to the walls.

He couldn't stop thinking about how happy this would make the little girl, she had been begging and begging for weeks now, but Harry had explained to her that they didn't have that kind of money right now.

Louis knew that the curly-haired man was talking about his salary, and he knew it was tight with money for him, so he wanted to do this for her.

She deserves it, Louis thinks.