Meeting of fate | Larry Stylinson

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The day of Christmas, also the day after Louis' birthday, the door to their bedroom was slammed open by an excited four-year-old.

Harry groaned, cuddling into Louis chest and hiding under the duvet that was covering them both. They were only in their boxers, so the skin to skin contact made them both warm enough.

Louis chuckled, looking at the little girl standing at the end of their bed, looking at them with excited, blue eyes. "What's up, baby?" Louis asked, even though he knew perfectly fine what was happening.

"It's Christmas!" She exclaimed, almost looking angrily at them both. "Daddy!" She groaned when she saw he had fallen asleep again.

Louis kisses Harry's forehead, softly stroking his arm under the cover. "Baby, wake up," He whispered softly, smiling when Harry stirred cutely.

"Don't wanna," He whined, cuddling closer into Louis chest, pressing a kiss there. They almost forgot the little girl was there until they heard a cough.

"Hello! I'm here," She exclaimed sassily, placing a hand on her hip. "Get up," Sophia whined, looking at Louis with puppy eyes. She was dressed in her Christmas pajamas that Louis has gotten her a few days ago.

Louis chuckled, "Well be downstairs in five minutes, alright darling?" When she nodded her head and closed the door behind her, Louis couldn't help but stare lovingly at Harry.

"I love you," Harry whispered in his morning voice, and the blue-eyed man could feel Harry smiling against his naked chest.

"I love you, more," Louis whispered back, kissing his lips softly before getting up from the bed. "Come on, it's Christmas," Louis smiled, his smile widening when Harry groaned.

"It's only six-thirty," Harry whined. "I'm tired after the sex," The curly-haired man smirked, looking at Louis teasingly.

"Oh, you shut up! We both know you were the one begging for another round, after our second time making love."

Harry loved the fact that Louis didn't refer their sex as fucking, he felt like it meant so much more when it was lovemaking. Loving kisses and touches, and loving words.

"Yup," Harry grinned, proudly. "And I do not regret one word."

Louis shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Don't complain then," Harry was about to ask what he was talking about when he stood up, but he felt a sharp pain in his ass.

Louis smirked smugly. "Oh shut up, you and your rabbit hips," Harry chuckled, carefully walking towards the door after dressing himself in his Christmas pajamas that matched with Louis'.

When they both got downstairs, they saw Sophia sitting impatiently at the Christmas tree looking hungrily at the presents. "I was thinking we could eat breakfast first, Soph," Harry said, not expecting the girl to glare at him.

"No! Please, no! I have been sitting and sitting here for hours," She complained, looking at them with a pout. Louis could feel himself giving in, so he just looked up at the white ceiling in order to distract himself.

Harry sighed. "Sure, we'll open a few now, and the rest when everyone else is here, okay?" Sophia nodded in agreement, so they both sat down on the couch next to each other, Harry cuddled into Louis' side.

Sophia was grinning wide, looking at all the presents. She stood up and bent down to take a big pink box out from under the tree. She read the note and quickly realized it was for her.

She squealed in excitement and happiness as she hastily ripped the paper apart. Harry was smiling at his daughter, while Louis was sat looking lovingly at both his boyfriend and his girl.