Larry Stylinson Fluffy Fanfic
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Last published Sun, Jan 24, 2021
He looks up at me from his place on the sofa. His green eyes make me melt. By the time I've picked myself up off the floor, his eyes have gone back to his book.
"Harry, I'm serious. I want a kid. I want to have a baby with you." I say, pouting slightly as he looks up at me again, deciding this time to put his book down and lean forward on the olive green sofa.
"Are you sure?" He says, chuckling slightly as my eyes widen.
"Yes. Absolutely." I say, barely getting a breath in before he grabs my hand. He pulls me close to him, pulling me onto his lap, our lips finding their way together.
Midnight memories.
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