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Louis knows it was a bad idea, a very, very bad idea to shift back into this small town in Virginia County. But his grandmother was sick and Louis is not that heartless to leave his previous granny when she needs him the most. He was twenty four, freshly out of uni and unemployed as fuck. It’s not like he had any hope in the city but at least he was able to afford rent and food on his own because of the multiple jobs he took. Now even though he doesn’t have to pay rent or the money for food thanks to his grandma and grandpa he’s still on edge.

“Loulou!” A small voice squeaks and Louis stops whatever he was doing, that was watering his grandma’s plants, he gasps and gathers the small bundle of sunshine in his arms, “It’s my favourite girl!” He says giggling when she nuzzles in his neck,

“What are you doing here?” Arabelle asks, “Just random things. What about you, baby bells?” He grins and she blushes at the name, with pretty little green eyes and deep dimples she was the prettiest seven year old Louis’ ever seen, “I’m not a baby! I’m seven!” 

“Awww still a baby!” 

“Hmph! Papa said not to get pissy about this so I’m ignoring you.” And she was way too understanding for a seven year old.

“Okay miss drama Queen come I baked some cookies.” 

“That’s scary.” She mumbles and he gasps at that before they both laugh, “Don’t worry, grans helped. So again why are you here?” He asks and she pouts, “Papa had work and Noelle left. I was all alone and papa doesn’t like that so he asked me if I had any friends and all I could say was your name, you’re my best friend, LouLou.” Louis’ heart was going to explode because of the cuteness aggression he just got, 

“Awww you’re so adorable! You’re my best friend too.” He says ruffling her curly blonde hair, “I have the best date prepared for us. Ice cream but don’t say to your papa and we’ll watch Tangled?” He asks and she squeals, “Yes! You’re the bestest.” 

“Hello there Miss Bella.” Grans says as a greeting. Arabella, shy as ever, just smiles at him saying a small hello and then going back to eating her cookies, “She’s adorable.” He comments before looking at Louis who nods with a wide smile, “She is. How’s grams holding up?” He asks and his grandpa smiles, “She’s doing better. I think it’s because her favourite grandson is here.” 

Rolling his eyes Louis giggles softly. “I’m your only grandson. Cookies?” He offers and the man shakes his head, “Did you find a job?” 

“No. I spoke to the bakery yesterday and I’ve yet to hear from them.” 

“Louis, son, I told you, you don’t need a job. Not here. My pension is enough for us. Just enjoy your life.” Louis sighs, he has had this conversation before, “Gran, I told you. I’m bored and I don’t like how I just sit here and do nothing.” 

“You’re just like your mother.” He smiles before leaning to peck Louis’ forehead softly, “Whatever makes you happy. But don’t forget it’s not a necessity.” Colton Darling, Louis’ grandfather used to be a well known sheriff, he was getting a good amount of money from the pension after retirement, one which genuinely didn’t require Louis to work at all. 

The day passes by with Louis and Arabelle watching movies and then playing around until it’s eight thirty and there’s a knock on their door, Louis gets up to open it, instantly coming face to face with eyes that are similar to Bella except they’re a bit more tired and aged, 

“Howdy.” Harry styles greets and Louis smiles, there was something about the older man that made Louis uneasy, Harry Styles was the current sheriff of the town, with a brooding personality that was eighty five percent of his height and built and fifteen percent his lifeless eyes. 

How could someone who is so…..scary have a daughter as jolly as Arabelle. The girl didn’t take anything from him except her looks. 

“Hello. Belle is sleeping. Do…Do you wanna come in?” He asks nervously, it wasn’t like he was attracted to Harry, Harry was not his type. His type was men who have a sunshine personality not this brooding six foot of a giant.

“Yes please.” Harry’s voice was deep laced with a timbre to it that racked a shiver up Louis’ body, 

He nodded and moved back before turning towards the hall, he could feel Harry’s presence behind him, there was silence between them until Harry cleared his throat,

“If you don’t mind me asking, can I know where you work?” Harry asks taking him by shock, Louis blinks and turns to face the man, “Uhm I’m not employed currently. I’m looking for jobs though.” He shrugs and Harry hums, green eyes flickering interest before he looks down to the couch,

The way his eyes go soft when he takes in his daughter shouldn’t be that interesting but it was. “How do you find Belle?” He asks suddenly and Louis blinks, “Bells is the most adorable child ever. She’s too cute to be true. Also I’m sorry but I fed her ice cream.” Harry hums before bending down to scoop little Bella in his arms, 

“P-papa?” The girl rasps and Harry smiles, dimples finding their way on his usual expressionless face, it was mesmerising. “Hello there bunny.” He says and Louis felt his heart expanding at the cute exchange,  “Missed you. Night.” And then she’s gone, Louis giggles at that and Harry’s just smiling before he leans to kiss her forehead,

“Louis.” Louis stops giggling, he never heard his name called out like that, “Yeah?” 

“Noelle, Arabelle’s babysitter resigned. I..I can’t take her to work and she’s too young to be in the house all alone. If you want you can work as her babysitter, we can discuss the details once you’ve decided on it. Because clearly Bella likes you and you like her, plus I won’t have to worry about doing a background check on you. So consider this offer and call me. Here’s my number.” And then he grabs Louis’ hand a pen from his uniform and scribbles a number,

“Goodnight.” Just like that he walks away leaving a very dumbfounded Louis.

Did he just get offered a job? Out of nowhere?

******

Harry offered to pay him more than what Louis was initially going to get from the bakery, 

“What’s the matter? Is that too less? If it is, we can agree on to—”

“No Mr.Styles! It’s-it’s too much. I don’t think this is what you should be paying for a simple job.” Harry frowns at Louis’ words,

“Simple? Moving in is not simple, Louis.” At that Louis blinks, “Sorry what? Moving in?” 

“Uh yes?” 

“Am I supposed to move in this house?” Harry leans back on his chair, they were in the living room, Arabelle somewhere playing with something, “I’m a cop, Louis. I can get an emergency anytime. Why do you think I need a babysitter? I’m desperate, okay. All I want is my daughter to be safe.” 

“Uh…Mr.Styles I get what you’re trying to say but my grandpa is sick….I can’t leave my grandpa all alone.” 

“Louis…your house is literally two houses away from mine.” The man says and Louis sighs, “I know. It’s just I don’t want my grandfather to feel like I abandoned him.” 

“Look, all I’m asking is for you to be here in this house with Arabelle at night. The whole day you can spend wherever you want with her.” He says with a sigh and Louis purses his lips, 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” Harry asks with wide eyes and Louis nods, he can clearly see how stressed the whole situation is making him and Louis doesn’t like seeing someone else stress. 

“I’ll have to talk to my grans and then shift—”

“I’ll help you. Don’t worry.” 

******

Harry’s house was not small per say, but it wasn’t huge either, it was a very cozy house with three bedrooms, a hall and a kitchen. Louis liked Harry’s kitchen a bit too much, it was massive enough for Louis to experiment. 

“What are we making today?” Arabelle in all her tiny excitement asks. “We’re going to make seafood Pasta with broccoli, shrimps and scallops on the side.” 

“If it’s on the side, why is it called seafood pasta?” Louis blinks at that question, “Uh I don’t know? Look it just says over here, now why don’t you help me with the broccoli first? Do you like them?” He asks and The little girl nods with a wide smile,

“I love broccoli! They’re so good for you! That’s what papa says.” Louis chuckles at that, “Your papa is a health freak. They’re good I guess.” He shrugs and Bella hums, “You don’t like them?”

“No.” Louis says and She gasps, “Why! Broccoli is good, Louis! They are so so good! LouLou, tomorrow we’ll ask papa to make some of his broccoli fries.” Louis giggles nodding at her,

“Okay, sweetie. Now come help me.” 

The pasta turned out to be a disaster and it took them like the whole day because once it’s done Harry’s footsteps are to be heard and both Louis and Arabelle look at each other. 

“Why does it smell like—what did you both do?” He asks clearly taking in their state, both of them covered in sauce and flour, 

“We were cooking.” Louis states and Harry snorts, “Yeah no shit.” 

“Papa! A curse word!” Arabelle chimes and the man just chuckles, “What did you make, Princess?” He asks coming forward to kiss his daughter’s cheeks, “You taste like pasta sauce.” He comments and Belle just giggles before pointing at Louis, “You should kiss Louis too!”

“Arabelle—” Louis starts, eyes widening when Harry just shrugs and comes forward, a hand wrapping around Louis’ waist to pull him, “It’s just a formal kiss don’t worry.” He says and holds Louis’ jaw before softly pecking Right cheek, Louis fists his hands to stop them from holding onto Harry,

“He tastes like pasta sauce too.” Harry mumbles pulling back, Louis with his burning cheeks just clears his throat, “Can I taste?” He asks and Both Louis and Arabelle yell a no making him jerk back,

“But why?” 

“Because…because no papa!” Arabelle screams and Harry chuckles, “Is it that bad?” 

“Louis tried his best! I’ll eat it.” She says and Louis’ heart can’t take all that so he just scoops her in his arms, “You’re so cute!” He says hugging her, “I’m getting jealous over here.” Harry comments and they both giggle,

“Who is up for pizza?” Harry asks. 

Somehow they manage to clean the kitchen, Louis takes a quick shower and so does Arabelle. Once done they all settle on the couch, “I’m sorry the pasta didn’t turn out to be good, bells.” He says and she shrugs while eating a slice of the pizza, “It’s okay, LouLou. You tried your best, isn’t that what matters papa?” She asks and Harry blinks before nodding, “Yeah. How was your day?” He asks and Arabelle goes on a ninety minute rant about the whole day. 

Louis smiles at the father daughter interaction, Big brooding Harry Styles was a softie when it came to his daughter, the sheriff who everyone knew was a completely different man once he entered his home. How stupid can one person be to leave not one but two amazing people. Louis knew little about Arabelle’s mom, Bethany, all he knew was she left once Arabelle was two or something. 

“She’s a quick sleeper.” Louis whispers playing with the soft tufts of the blonde hair, “She is. I hope she’s not troubling you too much.” Louis smiles at that, “She’s too understanding for a seven year old. If anything, I feel like I'm troubling her.” Harry chuckles at that, 

“She adores you. You’re her best friend, LouLou.” Louis blushes at that, he looks down unable to look in the green eyes that were staring at him, “She’s my best friend too. She’s very precious to me.” He mumbles, 

“Your hair’s growing long now.” Harry says and Louis blinks, unconsciously touching his hair, “U-Uh yeah I need to cut it.” 

“I don’t think you should. Looks prettier this way. I’ll carry her upstairs. You should sleep as well. It's late and you look tired.” Louis nods at that, did Harry just call him pretty? 

The fact that Harry’s comment stuck with him the whole night didn’t help, The man was literally a different person, The Harry Louis knew before was way different than this one. 

******

Louis knows the feeling of having a crush, he knows the exact moment when he’s about to get one, it happens when he starts noticing himself a bit too much, caring about every single thing about his body, his clothes, reminiscing about every smile and every single word he said to them, 

But having a crush on literally a straight man who has a kid and not to forget the man is his employer is diabolical. 

Worst of all, Harry wasn’t even his type. Or maybe he was, deep down he wanted someone like Harry, powerful, strong, caring to gather him in his arms and kiss him until the world disappears and it’s only them.

Harry does look like a generous lover. Someone whose sole purpose would be to just take care of their partner. Cherish and love them. 

“Hey sweets.” Louis greets Arabelle who smiles but there was something wrong with her smile, “Hello, Lou.”

“What is it, baby?” He asks and she shakes her head looking away, Louis’ heart hurts when he sees the unshed tears glistening in her green eyes, he cups her face before hugging her, no seven year old is supposed to hold  themselves back like this.

“What happened? Did someone hurt you, bun?” He asks and Belle shakes her head, “Can we get ice cream? And watch Tangled?” Who was Louis to deny all that? 

He didn’t stop asking what’s wrong but Arabelle didn’t reply at all. It was very strange with the way she was clinging to Louis, she didn’t want to let go. As if she was afraid. Louis could only hold her and console her that it’s okay;

At some point she slept in his arms and so did he only waking up because he felt a rustling beside him, he turned to find Harry staring at them, Louis’ heart was beating louder than ever, Harry looking this sexy should be a crime, his hair was disheveled, sleeve rolled to show toned arms with tattoos, there was a beard growing on his tired face.

“Hey.” He rasps and Louis bit his lips, watching the way Harry’s eyes dropped down before the man turned away, “Hi. How long you been here?” He asks trying to sit up but Belle’s hold on him was too tight, 

“Not long. Is she okay?” Louis huffs at that, “She’s not. Ever since she came back from school she’s been acting strange—”

“D-Don’t…not my-my mama. LouLou…not my LouLou.” A whimper cuts him off, he blinks down to see tears streaming Arabelle’s face, he immediately cups her face wiping it and gently shaking her, “Sweetheart wake up, it’s okay…It’s just a nightmare, Arabelle.” He says and she wakes up all teary eyed, relief filling up the green eyes before she hugs Louis, “Mama.” She whispers and Louis freezes looking at Harry who’s as confused as him.

“Honey it’s me…LouLou.” He says and she shakes her head, “My mama.” Louis gulps, unsure of what to do,

“It’s okay baby, mama’s here. He isn’t leaving, ain’t that right, Lou?” Harry asks and Louis blinks before hugging the shaking girl, “Of course not. I’m not leaving my Belle.” He rocks her in his arms until she calms down and then eventually sleeps.

Once Deep in her sleep, Harry takes her from him walking to her bedroom. Louis just sits there on the couch wondering what just happened. When Harry returns back he sits across Louis,

“I-I’m sorry I panicked I didn’t mean to—”

“Louis I called you Arabelle’s mama, you don’t have to apologise. Are you okay? You look shaken up.” Louis nods, “It’s just…she looked so sad, Mr.Styles….i-I’m going to talk—”

“Harry. Please call me Harry. And yes, tomorrow we’ll go speak to her teacher. Something must’ve happened to trigger her like this. Come here Louis.” He says and Louis frowns, “Pardon?” 

Harry chuckles at that, “You’re so British, come here, please.” Louis was a weak man for men who begged like that, it was logical of him to just do what Harry asked him to do, he walked forward until Harry pulled him down and then held him, “It’s okay. She’ll be okay, she’s a strong girl.” He says rubbing Louis’ back who whimpers in his hold as he hugs the man, 

“She’s just seven! She’s not supposed to be this strong.” He whispers and Harry holds him tighter, “I know.” He whispers back and nuzzles in Louis’ neck the way Arabelle does.

They stay embracing each other until Louis eventually falls asleep with the smell of bergamot surrounding him the next day he wakes up with Arabelle beside him drawing something,

“Morning!” She chirps and Louis grins, she nuzzles in his neck cuddling into him, “Morning, sweetheart. You okay now?” He asks and she nods, “Sorry LouLou. Didn’t mean to scare you. Can I talk about what happened?” Louis’ heart sinks a little when she doesn’t call him mama but he shoves that feeling away instead holding her close,

“Of course you can, baby. Tell me.” 

“One of the girls in the class said I-I don’t have a mama because my mama doesn’t love me. She said that you’ll leave me too like how…how my mama did.” Louis doesn’t realise he’s crying until Arabelle wipes his face, “Arabelle, baby, I’m not leaving you. Oh my god, children like that are horrible. Your mama was stupid to leave someone as perfect as my little Arabelle. Come here you.” He whispers hugging her tightly,

“I love you, LouLou.” Louis giggles over his cries at that,

“I love you too, bells.” 

*******

“Who’s that?” Louis asks and Arabelle looks up, “It’s Aunt Zoey, she comes here sometimes when papa’s home. They discuss some things in papa’s room and then she leaves. I haven’t seen her in months….i don’t like her. She thinks she’s my mama. She’s not. You are. Oh my colours!” The girl facepalms before getting up and running towards her room to get her colours unaware of Louis’ turmoil, 

His blue eyes were stuck on the lady who kissed Harry’s cheeks, eyes dancing with lust, Louis then looked at Harry who looked tense, “Zoey.” He grits, he shouldn’t be sounding hot when all Louis could feel is numb because they probably were dating, 

“I thought I told you not to come here anymore.” He says and she giggles before letting herself in, her eyes falling down to Louis who feels self conscious suddenly, she was dressed in a little sultry dress with her makeup and hair done to perfection while Louis was in his comfortable tee and some summer jorts which had paint on them because of Arabelle, his hair was a mess too. 

“Is this Noelle’s replacement?” She asks and Harry clenches his jaw, “That’s Louis and be a bit more respectful. Now give me five minutes before we leave.” And then he’s rushing up, Louis eyes his back with sad eyes, “You’re no better than Noelle. You faggots all think that you have a chance with someone as hot as Harry. But the truth is, you don’t.” She snickers and Louis feels anger filling him,

“I thought we left homophobic slurs back in the 2000s. I wonder how Harry will react when I say about what you were saying to me. Things that are not true at all. He’s my employer.” He says and she snorts,

“Save that bullshit for someone who’s dumb. Not me. Harry’s gonna be my husband in a few months so stay away.” She was blonde and dumb, 

“Delusion is a disease and you’re the biggest victim because where is the ring? Since I don’t see one imma believe that Harry is single. Excuse me.” He says and leaves, 

“Oops—” Harry crashes into him on the stairs, Louis blinks at the man before pulling himself away, “U-Uh Louis….I’ll be late.” He says and Louis hums, “Okay. Mr.Styles.” He mumbles not even looking at Harry.

It hurts to even look at Harry. Louis knows he has no right whatsoever because he and Harry have no chance to be together, the man was older and he was well settled with a child of course he’d want a lady at the end of the day to form a family with, not Louis who doesn’t even have a proper job. Louis who’s too young and immature as well. It’s okay it’s just a crush anyways, plus the sooner Harry gets a partner the better it’s for Louis as he can fuck off and his feelings will fuck off too. 

He gasps when there’s a tight hold on his wrist, he turns to find Harry’s eyes and his pursed lips, “I told you to call me Harry. There was a lighter…. the shelf. Is it yours?” He mumbles before the hold on Louis’ wrist softens and Harry caresses the inside of his wrist with his thumbs, Louis gulps at their height difference and proximity, Harry was too close right now. To the point where Louis is actually getting dizzy from his scent, the bergamot was sharp along with some other scent. Louis just wanted to nuzzle in his embrace. 

“Oh thanks. It’s mine. Uhm your date’s waiting, excuse me.” He says trying to move but Harry isn’t letting him, 

“Oh is she now? Why're you avoiding eye contact with me?” 

“I have to attend Arabelle.” He mumbles trying to pull his wrist back but Harry frowns holding it tighter now, “Why’re you upset, Sweetheart?” And yeah Louis forgot to mention that even though he’s the half British amongst them, Harry has a tendency of calling him terms of endearment. Like sweetheart, darling, babe. 

It just frees a bunch of butterflies in Louis’ stomach making him wanna whine out loud and let Harry control him. 

“You have a date, Mr.Styles and she’s waiting for you. I’m just tired.” Harry looks conflicted, he has this adorable look on his face right now, he looks partially confused and partially like a frog. 

“Is this what this is about? My date? I…Do you want me to stay?” He asks and Louis sighs, “Why would I want that? I get it you’re a man and you have need—”

“Loulou! Oh hello papa.” Arabelle greets and Louis jerks back only to realise he and Harry were way too close, Harry sighed and then grinned, “Hey bun. What’s that?” Arabelle shows him the drawing, “It’s me, you and LouLou.” She grins, Louis giggles when he sees the flower on his and Belle’s head, 

“Why’s there a flower on both your heads?” Harry wonders out loud, too invested for someone who literally had a person waiting for them downstairs, Louis pushes that ugly feeling aside, he and Harry were never going to happen. 

“Because me and LouLou are the pretty princesses. You are just there.” Harry’s green eyes rested on Louis who was blushing at the words from a seven year old, 

“Hmm pretty princesses…Shoot, I gotta go. I’ll see both of my pretty princesses later okay. Don’t stay up late.” He says before pecking Belle on her cheek and then looking at Louis who bites his lip, Harry’s eyes darken before he looks the other way, he sighs and then leans to peck Louis’ cheeks making his breathe hitch because Harry’s lips were too close to his mouth, 

“I won’t go if you ask me.” He whispers, pulling back, “Go, Mr.Styles.” Harry clenches his jaw, mask of indifference taking over before he nods and leaves.

“Wanna watch Horror movies?” Arabelle asks, grabbing Louis’ hand, he smiles at her, “You don’t like them.” 

“I don’t. But you do. You look sad. I hate Aunt Zoe too, I used to get sad when she came over because she’s bossy and mean. Come, LouLou.” 

“Used to? Now you don’t?” He asks and Arabelle shrugs,

“Now I don’t because I have you.” And Louis would never have imagined that a seven year old’s words would make his mood better but he guesses it’s the Arabelle effect. 

It was late at night, Belle was asleep on top of him. Louis was playing with her hair, his eyes flicking towards the clock, Harry was probably out there, holding her, touching her like how Louis yearns to be touched. 

To distract himself Louis gets up with Arabelle, with a bit of difficulty he ends up putting the girl in her bed. He wasn’t sleepy and his sadness made him want to watch a romance movie. 

In the end he ended up watching “Me before you”. Louis liked to watch sad movies when he was sad. He misses his grandma, she was doing better and even though he visited her today he still misses her. She’s doing amazing as per the doctor. 

Louis sniffs snuggling in his blanket as the last scene of the movie starts, he hates this scene if William wanted to he would’ve just—

“He should’ve accepted.” A deep voice says and Louis jerks at that, with teary eyes he looks up to find Harry looking at the TV and then he looks at Louis, his eyes softening. Louis’ eyes fall on the light purple mark on Harry’s collarbone, he looks away at the TV instead,

“Scoot.” Harry mutters and Louis gets up from his lying position, “Come here, darling.” Louis sniffs and shakes his head, “You reek.” Harry frowns, sniffing himself,

“N—”

“Of her.” He whispers loud enough for them, Harry nods before disappearing. Louis huffs continues watching his movie. 

Within five minutes there’s footsteps and Louis doesn’t even turn when Harry sits right next to him, a bowl of something pushed against him, Louis eyes the big bowl of ice cream. 

“You’re upset. It’s your favourite flavour.” Harry says as an explanation, “We ran out of these.” Louis mumbles and Harry shrugs, “On my way back I got these for you.” Louis closed his eyes, his heart was hurting now, Why was Harry doing this? 

“Don’t you see it, Harry?” He whispers and Harry blinks, “Huh?” Louis notices he changed and he didn’t smell like a sweet perfume instead he smelt like his signature scent, “You’re so smart yet so dumb. God I wish I could hate you.” Louis mutters and Harry smiles, looking younger than he is, “Come here, please.” He almost begs with yearning eyes, Louis like the pathetic guy that he is climbs into Harry’s lap, deeply sighing the man’s scent and instantly calming down, a large hand resting on his hair and then Harry’s nuzzling in his neck, 

“Can…Can I ask you something?” Louis asks once they’ve settled with Harry holding him and them watching the movie together, “Hmm.” 

“What happened with Arabelle’s mother?” He knows he was crossing a line between them but he doesn’t care, Harry can’t just come home after fucking someone and then hold him as if he means something to him. It doesn’t make sense but it kinda did. 

“Cami….Me and Cami were quite young when we had Arabelle, I mean I was fresh out of military school and she was a college student. I saw her in the park and I was mesmerised, she was the most beautiful lady I’ve ever seen. I introduced myself and we dated and then got married, our marriage wasn’t perfect, far from it she was paranoid that I was cheating on her because of my late night shifts but I wasn’t. I was a rookie policeman who had to take over his senior’s job. I explained to her so many times but she still continued to doubt me. We both wanted a divorce because we simply fell out of love, but when it was time we learnt that she was pregnant with Arabelle.” He smiles playing with Louis’ fingers, Louis could only just listen to the man, 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that happy my entire life before, I thought we could work it out now that she was pregnant but she didn’t want a baby, she..she wanted to abort Arabelle. I promised her that all she had to do was give birth to her and I would never let Arabelle in her way ever. Because to me, my unborn child was my family. Growing up, that was the one thing I craved. Cami agreed and then once Arabelle came into this world, she left us. Since then it’s just me and my precious daughter.” He says and Louis’ heart hurts, He knew about Harry being an orphan courtesy to their small town and Louis’ grandpa, but he didn’t know that this man who was made of hard exterior had this much hurt inside him. 

“Do you miss her?” Harry shakes his head, “No. Not even once.” Somehow that made Louis happy, “Arabelle adores you just so you know. You’re an amazing father. I wish I had a father like you.” He says and Harry smiles, a beautiful smile that had Louis weak in his knees, 

“Thank you, baby. I’m sorry about your father, I knew David, I met him once when I was twenty six.” Louis frowns, “How old are you?”

“Uhm thirty three.” Louis’ eyes widened, “You’re younger than I thought!” Harry blinks before laughing out loudly, “Shouldn’t I take offence to that, baby?” Louis pouts, punching him, “I…You’re just a few years older than me! Why do you act so mature! I feel like a teenager.” He complains and Harry who is still laughing just pulls Louis closer as if staying away from him simply pains the man, 

“You’re like a fetus. You’re what? Twenty one?” He asks and Louis gasps, biting the man’s arm making him fold with laughter, “I’m twenty four!” He shrieks and Harry smirks, “Same thing. Tomayto tomahto.” He shrugs and Louis rolls his eyes, a yawn ripping out of him, “I can’t believe I thought you were forty.” He mumbles and Harry gasps this time, “Why? Is it because of my receding hairline?” Louis blinks before giggling. His first response was to play with Harry’s hair, running a hand through them, 

“Your hairline’s perfect. It’s just you got this whole older daddy vibe around you, you know, the hot stuff.” He explains and Harry grins, “So you find me hot?” At this he flushes from top to bottom before jumping off of Harry, “Anyone with two working sets of eyes can say that, Mr.Styles. Don’t you have to work tomorrow?” He asks and Harry chuckles following him, “I do and you’re blushing.” 

“Okay goodnight.” Louis mumbles before running upstairs, he peeks to see Harry following him with a predatory smile, “Are you running from me, dove?” He asks and Louis gulps, shaking his head. He gasps when Harry pins him against the door, trapping him, “What’s this?” Louis breathes holding himself back from whining when Harry closes the distance between them, slotting a leg between Louis’ open legs, “So you find me hot?” He asks, eyes flickering down to Louis’ dry lips, “Will you let me go if I say yes?” He asks breathlessly, “Hmm Depends.” 

“On what?” Louis bites his bottom lip when Harry trails a finger down his collarbone, “My daughter was right when she called you a pretty Princess.” He says dark eyes on Louis’ exposed collarbone and sternum area, he was wearing a low cut tee that showed a lot of skin. “Such a pretty Princess.” Harry mumbles leaning down to kiss Louis’ collarbone, who gasps, hands flying to hold Harry’s wrist which was on his waist, “Prettiest in fact…” Harry murmurs sucking on the skin, Louis whines throwing his head back as the pressure on his groin increases, his hips moving on its own. 

“Use me, Princess. Get yourself off.” He murmurs, keeping his thighs firmly so that Louis could rub himself on it, “Ride my thighs, Honey. Just like that, yes. You’re doing so good. So amazing.” He breathes trailing his mouth on Louis’ sensitive neck who whines, “Yes baby. Cum for me.” And Louis does, his eyes rolling back as he shudders and paints his underwear with his own cum.

 Harry whispering sweet nothings in his ear, Louis slumps down on the man who rubs his back softly, In daze Louis looks up, eyes immediately connecting with Harry’s neck and the mark resting on it, he gasps eyes widening at what just happened.

He pushed Harry away ignoring the confused look in the man’s eyes before opening his door and locking it behind him, his heart thundering inside his chest, he just…he just got off by grinding on Harry’s thighs and his words. Didn’t the man have a girlfriend? Wasn’t he straight? 

Tears welled in Louis’ eyes and he ignored the soft knocks on his door, “Sweetheart? Louis what happened?” 

Louis sniffled and curled in his bed, sadness taking over him. He’s had enough experience with straight men to know what happens at the end, yet he went ahead with this. He knows he shouldn’t be assuming Harry’s sexuality but it was painfully clear that he was straight. 

Or maybe not 

A cynical voice in his mind whispered and he shook his head, Harry was straight. And Louis had lost his mind because what the fuck was he thinking giving into Harry and his own fantasy? They made a connection tonight and Louis just fucked it up by acting like a little slut. He was here as a babysitter for fucks sake but why did he think that playing house for a few days would eventually make Him Harry’s wife? Louis groans a fresh wave of tears falling, Harry’s tapping was incessant against the door until the man eventually gave up. 

“I-I’m sorry, Lou.” He says and the hurt in his voice makes Louis cry even harder before he eventually sleeps.

******

“You look so beautiful!” Louis exclaims to Belle who giggles and twirls in her pink tutu dress, “You should wear a dress too, LouLou.” She says and he giggles, “I’m a man, silly. The people…they won’t like it. They’ll talk.” He says sadly and Arabelle frowns, “Who cares about them. If Loulou likes it then he likes it! If anyone talks I’ll talk to them, I’ll protect you.” She says and Louis knew that once Harry finds a partner Louis won’t be able to survive without Arabelle, 

“You’re so young.” He says and she pouts, “Then papa will. He loves me and he will protect you. I know my papa.” She says confidently and Louis’ heart breaks, Belle was a child, she didn’t know that gender norms were a thing, that clothing was actually gender based, a man wearing a dress would enrage so many people and…and what if one of them is Harry? Louis will break if Harry turns out to be someone who hates him for who he is.

“Okay, sugar. Now shall we go? The carnival’s gonna start.” He says and Belle nods while wearing her shoes, “Will papa be there?” She asks, holding Louis’ finger as they walk, “Yes he’s on duty remember?” 

“Oops I forgot!” She grins looking exactly like her father, Louis smiles, he misses Harry. Since that day he and Harry haven’t spoken to each other, no more late movie nights, or deep conversation. None of that, Harry barely is at home, since the town carnival was going on the man was out until late, as a sheriff it was his duty to check everything. 

That and Louis might’ve been avoiding him. He barely talks to the man, when Arabelle’s around he pretends that everything’s fine ignoring Harry’s lingering looks.

“Grandpa!” Arabelle squeals jumping in Grans’ hold who laughs hoisting her, “Belly!” She scrunches her nose and Louis sighs at how creepily she resembles her father, “I told you not to call me that! I missed you!” She mumbles hugging him and he smiles, “Aww I missed you too, belly.” Louis giggles at their cute interaction,

In these past few months Arabelle grew extremely close to Grans and grams, to the extent where she literally falls them grandpa and grandma, “How’s grams?” Louis asks and Grans just grins, “Fit as a fiddle.” Louis gasps at the voice before turning to find Grandma standing perfectly fine, Louis instantly hugs her, inhaling her soothing scent, 

“Oh I missed you.” Grams just smacks his back, “You literally saw me yesterday.” 

“God forbid a boy missing his grandma.” He complaints and she giggles, she had blue eyes just like him and she resembled his mother too much.

“Styles is treating you well right, baby?” She asks and Louis blushes, she makes it sound as if they’re married. Oh how Louis would love that. 

“Yes he is. Come let’s enjoy.” 

******

Louis was lost, no genuinely he ended up in the darker part of the carnival in search of popcorn that Belle wanted, she was with his grandparents while he was positively lost, frowning he walked towards the light when a rustling stopped him, 

Now Louis knows it’s not a good idea to be curious especially in the dark but he just couldn’t help himself as he followed the noise, gasping softly when he sees a woman—Zoey, on her knees and Harry standing with his pants pulled down,

“Zoe, not here. Anyone could—”

“Shh Har, You’ve been too stressed lately and even the other night you just left. You’re ignoring my calls. I don’t wanna leave.” She complains and Louis frowns, the other night? What does she mean? 

As if feeling eyes on them Harry turns his head, now Louis knows he’s not visible but somehow he feels like Harry caught him, he gulps ready to leave when,

“Stay…Stay, baby.” The command is so soft and not meant for Louis but for some reason he stays, eyes narrowing when Zoey grins, “Good girl, you’re so pretty—”

“I like that—”

“Shh Zoey, don’t speak. Do your job.” He coldly mutters and the girl doesn’t care as she shrugs and goes to her job and that’s to suck Harry off, “You’re probably wet down there aren’t you, Princess? Fuck, I wish I could hold you.” He says and Louis whimpers, his panties were strained because of his cock, 

“Why don’t you touch yourself for me, baby. Imagine it’s me who’s doing it…that’s right. Touch yourself, sweetheart.” He orders and Louis whines hands already inside his pants as he rubs himself, “Ha—”

“Shhh….don’t speak.” He harshly mumbles to Zoey who garbles around Harry’s dick and Louis just wants to rip her head away, “That’s right, you’re doing so good for me, baby. Talk to me, sweetheart. Please. I’ve been so lonely.” He says and Louis whines, “You’re not letting me—” she gets silenced when Harry thrusts inside her mouth. 

“You look nice when you’re silent.” He mumbles, “Come for me now, I want you to stain your pretty panties for me.” And Louis, as if on autopilot, literally shudders and comes, Harry groans and then comes as well, “Did you hear something?” Zoey mutters standing on wobbly knees, “No. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a duty.” Louis immediately zips his pants running from the scene, 

He goes home instead texting his grandpa that he felt light headed and they can drop Arabelle once they’re done. 

******

“Want my help?” Harry boredly asks and Louis gasps turning to find the man leaning against the kitchen door, he had no right to look this hot right in the morning. He was wearing a tank top which was covered in sweat, the tattoos in his arms on display, he looked like he came from his morning run, 

“No thanks.” Louis mumbles turning around to remove the jam bottle from the shelf, he grunts rising on his tiptoes, he hears a cough and a Jesus from behind but chooses to ignore it, eyes widening when a larger hand reaches from behind to grab the jam bottle, 

“So cold.” Harry mutters, Louis frowns and takes the jam bottle not turning around, “It’s not cold.” Harry’s breath was too close to his neck, the man was too close. His lips touching Louis’ skin as he mutters, “Wasn’t talking about the jam. Your behaviour. So cold.” He says and Louis bites his bottom lip when Harry presses his mouth against the side of his neck, 

“Arabelle—”

“She’s sleeping…Why’re you running away from me?” He asks and Louis gulps, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Harry grunts and then flips him around so they’re face to face, “So are we going to ignore the fact that I made you cum twice and you’ve been more distant each time that happened?” He whispers, anger and sadness laced his words, Louis gasps, bleary eyes finding dark green ones staring at him with an intensity that could kill, 

“What do you mean?” Harry sighs, “There’s only one person who I call Princess and it’s not Zoey, Princess.” He says and Louis shoves him away, “You’re a committed man, Harry. And-And straight too! I’m not an experiment.” He says and Harry pulls him by his wrist, “Experiment? You think I’d use you? I’m hurt, Louis. I thought I was….is that how low you think of me?” He asks and Louis gulps, 

“It’s not you…I’ve been with men before, Harry. The type of men who’ve been with only women in their life but then suddenly they want to experience something new. I get it, I understand your point, it’s because I’m here taking care of Arabelle and staying under your roof you think I’m your partner and you got attracted to me. But once you fall for a woman, none of this will matter, I won’t matter.” He says with a smile and Harry just gawks at him,

“That’s some bullshit I’ve heard in my whole fucking life. Your psychology didn’t even make sense, you know what if you want me to stay away, I will stay away, Louis. But if you don’t, I’ll be wherever you want me.” He says and Louis just sighs, “I’m just your employee, Harry.” 

Now if this was a romance movie Harry would just scoop Louis in his arms and kiss him while saying some romantic shit but since it isn’t, Harry just sighs, “Point taken.” 

******

Things after that weren’t tense, it was just awkward. And very childish too. Mostly on Harry’s part, Louis was just there while Harry was acting like a brat, 

“Bells, hon why don’t you give this plate to the Princess over there?” Harry asks and Louis sighs, this man was so dramatic even Louis can’t compare. Arabelle giggles oblivious as always before taking the plate from Harry and giving it to Louis, who grabs it and then puts it on the shelf, 

Arabelle was their mediator, they stopped talking to each other instead communicating through the girl, “Belle can you please ask what your papa wants for dinner?” 

“Papa, loulou ask what you want for dinner?” Harry presses his lips looking at Louis, “I’m eating out tonight.” Louis looked away and said, “Arabelle what do you think about eating at grans’ today?” The little girl just squeals in happiness running outside, leaving the two adults alone. 

Awkwardness creeps around them and Louis just nibbles on his bottom lip, of course Harry’s going out. He’s probably taking Zoey for another date—

“It’s a friendly dinner, with Niall, my friend who just came to town.” Harry interrupts Louis’ thought process, “I didn’t ask.” The boy mutters, wiping his hand and then turning away, “Your face said it all….I’m not with Zoey. Or anyone.” Louis looks up at the desperation in Harry’s eyes,

“Can I take a leave tomorrow? My grandparents can take care of Belle, I have to meet up with an old friend, I haven’t seen him since I came to town.” He says instead and Harry just sighs, “No need, I’m gonna be home tomorrow. You can take a day off.” And that was it. After that silence spread between them until Harry eventually went to his room. 

*****

“Louehh! My god I missed ya!” Zayn Malik also Louis’ childhood best friend hollers, Louis giggles rushing into Zayn’s familiar arms, his best friend and him stayed together in London because well they were like two peas in a pod, inseparable since childhood to the point where Zayn followed Louis all the way to London and then started pursuing his very successful art career in the city. When Louis’ parents died, Zayn was there to hold and console him, when Louis first realised he was gay in eighth grade Zayn was the first person to know that and when Tommy from ninth grade punched Louis, Zayn was there to beat him into pulp. 

Zayn was his platonic soulmate. 

“Oh how I missed your annoying ass.” Louis mumbles freezing at his words, Zayn laughs loudly turning heads towards them, “Ass? Oh what happened to my British lad?” 

“Oh sod off.” Louis mumbles but grins when Zayn hugs him, “You’d never guess who I spoke to before coming here.” 

“Who is it?” 

“Sarah!” He grins and Louis gasps, “Ain’t no way!” Zayn just shrugs before pulling Louis inside the cafe, “We need to catch up.”

*****

“You’re Home late.” Harry grimly says, eyes on Louis before they narrow at the hand that was on Louis’ shoulder, “Is this the man?” Zayn asks and Louis nods, a blush on his cheeks because of how annoyingly hot Harry looks, “Hey I’m Zayn—”

“Don’t care. Arabelle missed you.” Harry instead talks to Louis, “I-I told you…is she still up?” He asks and the man shakes his head, “She was very sad the whole day. Come in, you're shaking like a leaf.” 

“You’re a very rude man, Harry styles.” Zayn mutters and Harry just glares at him, “I don’t have to be nice to people who don’t belong to me.” At this a mischievous grin takes over Zayn’s features, “So you’re saying Louis is yours?” He asks and Louis sputters, “Zayn!” He gasps at the same time Harry says, “Sure is. Now leave him as it’s getting colder.” He grunts, stepping forward to gently pull Louis, the smaller one had no shame as he nuzzles shamelessly in Harry’s neck,  “Say goodbye to your friend, Sweetheart.” Harry mumbles and Louis owlishly blinks at him before nodding, 

“I’ll see you later, zee. Goodnight.” Zayn smirks before leaning to peck Louis’ forehead, “I’ll come by tomorrow….to meet this favourite styles of yours.” Harry grits his teeth before turning around, “Night to you too, Styles.” 

“Night.” Harry grunts before walking inside and shutting the door, he locks it behind him and then turns to find Louis removing his shoes, “What an obnoxious man.” Harry grumbles and Louis bites his lip before giggling, 

“Are you by chance drunk, Louis?” The deep tone of the voice sends shivers down Louis’ spine who nods, “Just a bit.” Harry sighs before wiping his face, “Okay let’s go….did you eat?” 

“Hot wings.” Louis replies and Harry shakes his head, “Come here.” Who was Louis to deny? He simply paddles until Harry’s wrapping his arms around him, The man nuzzles in Louis’ shoulder inhaling him loudly, “You reek of him.” He mutters before tilting Louis’ jaw and nuzzling in his neck, he inhales again sighing in relief, “So much better.” Louis, who was just standing there, doesn’t say anything as he lets Harry smell him like a mad man. 

“You’re weird.” Louis mutters after ages and Harry chuckles still not letting go, Louis closes his eyes sulking in the embrace, “I’m tired.” Harry presses a kiss on his neck, “I’ve got you, baby.” That’s all he says before bending down to pick Louis up, 

If Louis was in his senses he would’ve noticed how hot the whole thing was, Harry picked him up like he was nothing, with his legs around the older man’s waist Louis simply rests his head on his shoulder letting the tiredness of the day get to him,

“I missed Arabelle too.” He mumbles when Harry drops him on the bed, he was too tired to notice that the bed wasn’t his, Harry hums removing his socks and then pressing a thumb on the underside of his feet making Louis giggle and kick, “Only her?” Louis’ cheeks heated up and he hummed, “Can you get me something to sleep in. I don’t wanna sleep like this.” He mumbles and Harry chuckles before nodding, “Of course, Princess.” 

Harry handed him the softest T-shirt ever and Louis didn’t question it as he tugged his own off before wearing the one in his hand, it was Harry’s, of course it was, the moment Louis was engulfed by the man’s scent he just sighed and rolled onto the pillow, eyes growing heavy, “Louis your pants..” 

“Don’t care.” He mumbles and like a lightbulb shuts his eyes giving into his slumber. 

******

“L-LouLou.” A voice mumbles in his ear, he hums, the hand around his waist tightening, “LouLou wake up.” A a jab on his arms stir him up, he blinks rapidly getting adjusted to the sunlight, he finds Arabelle’s cute green eyes staring at him with confusion, “Bunny?” She pouts, “Why are you cuddling with papa! Even I want cuddles.” And then she snuggles into Louis unaware about his turmoil because he just realised what she said, the hand on his abdomen caresses his stomach while Arabelle just giggles and snuggles in more. 

He was positively a sandwich now between the father and daughter, “I wanna be between you and papa but Papa’s cuddling you too tight.” She mumbles and Louis huffs a giggle trying to squirm away from Harry, who is still asleep but conscious enough to tug Louis towards him. 

“Oh my god! I forgot, wait!” And then Arabellle’s running from there, “Harry….let me go.” He weakly mumbles, Harry on the other hand just hums resting his nose in Louis’ neck, “How the fuck do you smell this amazing even in morning?” The man grumbles and Louis bites his lip to stifle the whine he almost let out because of how hot Harry’s morning voice was,

“Arabelle saw us.” He whispers and Harry kisses his neck, “And? She saw her mama and papa in their same bed. She should get used to it.” Louis gasps when Harry trails his hands inside the T-shirt he was wearing, a warm, large hand trailing up Louis’ burning skin, the touch leaving goosebumps on their way, “Harry.” He moans when the man starts kissing his neck, hands now fondling Louis’ chest. Louis turns his head gasping at their proximity, Harry licks his own lips groaning when Louis whines at the particular pinch on his nipple, 

“I would sell my soul for this view every morning.” The man whispers and Louis never wanted to kiss someone so badly before, 

“Ki—”

“Papa! Loulou look!” Arabelle’s voice makes Louis push Harry off him, he immediately sits up covering his hard on with the quilt, 

Harry chuckles slowly before sitting upright too, “Bunny what did I say about entering my room without knocking?” He asks and The girl pouts, “Loulou wasn’t in his room and I wanted to wake you up so we could search for him.” Louis coos at that, “I’m sorry to scare you, bells. What’s that you’ve got?” 

“I made this for you.” The girl grins showing him a Pearl bracelet, he gasps, taking it gently, “It’s so pretty.” He says and she grins showing her wrist, “We can match.” Hard on and everything gone Louis pulls her up for a hug kissing her hair, “Okay, honeybee.” She giggles in his hold. 

“Erm some love for papa dearest would be amazing too.” Harry says and Louis looks at the man to find the most endearing look in his eyes, it makes Louis’ heart beat a bit faster, 

“No…you had Louis the whole night.” Arabelle says but then she stops and pouts, “Okay come papa hug us.”  Harry chuckles before moving forward to engulf them, “Don’t you both have like school and work?” 

“Yeah we do. But it’s okay.” Harry mumbles, kissing the back of Louis’ neck.

******

Suddenly being in the same vicinity with Harry was making it hard to breathe, Louis wanted to get laid. ASAP. The fact that Harry being touchy wasn’t helping, Suddenly he was every fucking where, up in Louis’ way, kissing and hugging him, even in front of Arabelle who by the way supports the whole thing.

“Where’s Belle?” Louis jerks at the sudden voice, “She’s staying with Grams. They wanted to hang out together. I think they will stay the night together.” He said not turning around, he felt Harry standing close to him, arms winding around Louis’ waist as he stood right behind, his front stuck to Louis’ back, “Yeah.” The man breathes, now nosing in Louis’ neck, “You smell amazing. Where are you going?” 

“W-With Zayn.” 

“Don’t go. Stay.” Harry pleads trailing a path of kisses, his hands wandering inside Louis’ tank, Louis jerks back at the sensation of the warm hands on his naked skin, he gasps when Harry sucks his neck, “Baby. My baby.” He rasps and Louis shakes his head, “I-I have…stop.” He mumbles weakly and Harry just continues to trail his hand up until he’s playing with Louis’ nipples,

“You have such beautiful tits. So pretty.” He whispers and then stops hooking his chin on Louis’ shoulder, “Would you let Zayn touch you like this?” He asks, kissing Louis’ ear who shudders, the hand inside his tank rubbing Louis’ nipples, “What about Zoey?” He asks and Harry chuckles, biting Louis’ neck, “Zoey got nothing on you. Show me your pretty face, sweetheart.” He whispers and Louis shakes his head only to gasp when Harry turns him around, 

The shock on Harry’s face is evident as he stares at Louis, “You have makeup on.” He says and Louis gulps, immediately looking at anywhere but Harry, “Y-Yes…’ts coz I’m goin’ out.” He rasps hurriedly only for the older man to grab his chin and make him look up, “You look so fucking hot..so gorgeous. Jesus, Louis. I would sell my soul if I get to see you like this everyday, you should wear makeup often…Fuck.” He whispers softly, caressing Louis’ neck, “Can’t believe you never showed up like this, My pretty baby.” He says and Louis whines, before his eyes drop on Harry’s parted lips before looking up, “Stop me.” Harry murmurs leaning down, Louis makes a sound before brushing the tips of their noses, when he doesn’t say anything Harry groans lowly smashing their mouths, 

Louis mewls turning his body in Harry’s arm as they hungrily kiss, Harry’s one hand now holding his waist as he pulls them closer, the other one was cupping Louis’ neck licking inside Louis’ mouth, 

Soon Louis was pinned against the wall, his phone rings and Louis gasps trying to push Harry but the older man just grunts and grabs Louis’ hand pinning them on the top of his head with just a hand, helpless Louis moans ashamedly as he lets Harry kiss him into oblivion,

“H-Haz.” He whimpers when they pull apart, Harry heavily breathe, he rubs his thumb on Louis’ spit slicked lips, hooking it in, eyes darkening when Louis moans and sucks on it, “You want more, baby?” He asks more like begs and Louis nods, “You’re perfect.” He mumbles. And then replaces the thumb with his tongue, Carnally licking inside Louis’ mouth, Louis whimpers, falling pliant as he sucks Harry's tongue. 

Harry loosens the grip on his wrist before completely letting go, Louis whimpers at the loss gasping when Harry bends to pick him up, his legs immediately tighten around the man’s waist. “You want me, baby, don’t you?” He observes sucking marks on Louis’ neck, “Tell me…please.” He whispers looking at Louis with wide eyes, Louis grabs his face, “Begging are we now?” He asks with a cheeky grin,

“Let me touch you, sweetheart.” Louis moaned when Harry gently slid him on the bed, “You touch me, all the time.” He breathes, “Spread.” Harry lowly commands, Louis whimpers obeying him, the man slides in between, “So commanding.” Louis whispers, “Sweetheart, tell me.” He whispers back, he was caressing Louis’ cheeks now, “Beautiful Angel.” 

“I want you. I want you so much. It hurts, Harry.” He almost sobs, Harry grins before leaning to smash their mouths, licking inside Louis’ soft warm mouth, “You have me, sweetheart.” The way he says it so earnestly has Louis’ heart thundering, Harry had him a chokehold, quite literally, Louis fears it isn’t just a crush anymore. 

Harry was ruining him for any man. 

Was? The cynical voice in his head asks but Louis was too lost in the raw almost possessive kisses that the man on top of him was giving, Louis arched his back when Harry raised his top to suck on his nipples, “Been dreaming to get my mouth on these pretty tits.” He rasps clutching Louis’ other chest with a big hand as if holding onto boobs, Louis whimpers, shuddering in delight every time the older man sucked his sensitive nubs. 

“Where do you want me to touch you, sweetheart.” Harry whispers looking at him, Louis moans and bring his large hand down between his legs, pushing it towards his hole, Harry’s smirk is probably the hottest thing ever as he bites Louis’ bottom lip,

“You want me to touch your pussy, baby? Get my fingers in this hole.” He whispers pushing a finger against Louis’ pants and inside his hole, Louis gasps nodding eagerly, “What do you want inside, tell me.” 

“Everything…You..your hands, your mouth, your…fuck…Nnghh.” He moans when Harry cups him from his pants, “My what baby.” Harry asks and Louis whines arching into Harry, “Your cock. Please.” 

“My good girl.” Harry mumbles before smashing their mouths. He’s quick to undress Louis, dark eyes looking at Louis’ naked body, zeroing on the panties, “Gorgeous.” He mumbles rubbing the lace near Louis’ pelvis with a rough thumb, “T-Too girly?” Louis stammers and Harry scoffs, 

“My pretty girl is supposed to wear girly stuff….You look so beautiful. So sexy. I’m gonna buy you more of these panties, baby.” He promises, bending to kiss Louis’ pelvic area, he sucks the sensitive skin over there making the smaller boy gasp and hold onto Harry’s hair, “You’re just gonna wear them in front of me ... .no one else, Louis. I mean it.” He says and Louis nods, 

“Okay.” He whispers and Harry smiles before settling in between Louis’ legs he nuzzles between his thighs, kissing and sucking the flesh, he pulls the panties off by his teeth before bunching them up and keeping it aside.

Louis immediately covers his cock when Harry stops him with a hand on his knee, “What’re you doing?” He asks and Louis’ cheeks heat up even more as he avoids eye contact, “I have a cock too, Harry.” He whispers as if ashamed of himself but in reality he just doesn’t wanna turn Harry off, he knows him and Harry have done things before but he’s never been fully naked in front of the older man.

Harry frowns before kissing the side of his knee he rubs a thumb on Louis’ inner thigh, his fingers brushing Louis’ who still didn’t remove his hand, “I know. I know you’re a man, Louis. I might’ve not seen you naked but we have done things and I have touched you. If you still think I’m gonna run away or get disgusted or anything like that from looking at your body you’re sorely mistaken, baby. So please let me see you, honey.” He begs stroking Louis’ cheeks as he kisses his mouth softly, 

“W-What if you don’t like it?” Louis asks in a small voice and that breaks Harry’s heart who cups his jaw, “There’s nothing I can’t not like about you. I’d be a blind man to not find you lovable.” He says earnestly, Louis gulps closing his eyes when Harry kisses the lids, “My beautiful baby.” Louis shudders a breath before grabbing Harry’s hand, he kisses the back of it,

 “Yours.” And then he trails it down to replace his hand on his cock with Harry’s, Harry sucks in a deep breath cupping Louis, “This is mine now.” Harry says licking in Louis' mouth, “This cock belongs to me. You belong to me.” Louis shudders when Harry strokes his cock, his grip was too hard, clearly inexperienced. 

Louis brought a hand over the man’s curly hair, “Softer…” he whispers and Harry’s eyes soften along with his grip, “Yes….Harry. Fuck.” He gasps when Harry’s strokes turn gentle but firm, “D’you like this, baby?” He asks rubbing a thumb on Louis’ wet slit, 

“Yes…Soo good. So good. L-Love it.” He whines when Harry chuckles, kissing his neck, “Can I look?” The man asks and Louis bites his lip before nodding, Harry kisses his lips and then looks down, "You're so small and pretty.” He says, “All mine.” And then he starts peppering kisses and bites until he reaches Louis’ cock, 

“H-Har—nngh.” Louis jerks when the man licks his head, “Hmm tasty.” He mumbles before engulfing all of Louis’ length in his mouth, Louis gasps thrashing around the bed only to freeze when Harry slaps his butt, “Calm down sweetheart.” And then he’s sloppily slurping and licking Louis’ length, 

There’s some teeth involved but Louis doesn’t point it out as he’s too deep in the pleasure, the only thing Harry’s scraping does is bring him closer and closer to edge. 

“I-I’m gonna…I-Harry.” He helplessly pulls Harry’s hair tugging it who groans, the vibrations causing Louis to shudder and empty in Harry’s throat who moans swallowing the cum, He pulls out Louis from his throat smirking at the smaller boy before spitting the remnant of his cum on his hand, “You taste too good. Next time I’m gonna eat this little thing out.” He mumbles stroking Louis’ hole who whines, 

Harry shoves two of his wet fingers that were covered in Louis’ cum inside the boy’s hole who immediately clenches around him, “Relax, baby.” He whispers kissing Louis’ nose, the boy whining and unbuttoning Harry’s shirt, a small hand rubbing the strong chest, Harry moans leaning to kiss Louis, fingers going in and out of the boy’s clenching hole while the boy in question unbuttoning his shirt, once it’s fully unbuttoned Harry rips it out of his body, resuming his work.

“Harry.” Louis moans between their kisses, Harry hums grinding his clothed cock against Louis’ twitching one no doubtedly ruining his pants in the process, his fingers make a squelching sound as he pushes it in and out of Louis, the boy’s hands around Harry’s neck as he holds him tight, 

“Yes baby. Fuck you’re so tight.” He rasps sucking Louis’ bottom lip and nibbling on it, the boy whimpers when Harry’s finger grazes his prostate, 

“Put it in me…Fuck me, Harry. Give me your cock.” He cries, almost sobbing, Harry groans and nods, moving away from his position to unzip his pants and kicking them off.

Louis gasps when he sees Harry’s thick length, he moans spreading his leg for the man to settle between, Harry trails his hand from his knee to his thigh before settling it on Louis’ hips and holding there, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself, Princess.” 

“I-I don’t care.” Harry chuckles and leans to kiss Louis, “Don’t you dare regret it.” Louis shakes his head, his arms went back to their previous position to lock around Harry’s neck, playing with the curly hair there, Green eyes locked onto Louis’ blue as Harry stroked his cheeks, “You look lovely under me.” He says and Louis blushes, eyes fluttering and mouth opening in a soft whimper when Harry slides inside him. 

They don’t break eye contact whatsoever making the moment more intimate than it should be. Their lips were grazing each others as they gasped in unison, Harry took that chance to seal their lips in a kiss before settling all the way in, Louis shuddered in his hold, eyes now watery, 

He was such a pretty sight for sore eyes. 

“I could die inside you.” Harry grits experimentally, swirling his hips, making Louis’ grip on his hair tighten, “I’m so full ... .Harry.” He whispers and Harry groans before pulling back and slamming in with a force that rattles Louis.

After that it’s like something snaps in Harry as he starts pistoning his cock in and out of Louis’ hole, “You’re so tight, baby. Fuck your cunt makes me feel like a mad man.” Louis moans loudly when Harry grabs his hand from the back of his neck and then pins it beside his head as he starts fucking him roughly,

He leans back to grab the back of Louis’ legs and then he folds Louis’ body in half before snapping his hips, “Harry Harry Harry..” Louis moans making Harry go even faster and harder,

“Baby baby, my baby.” Harry sounds like a man on a mission as he takes Louis in every way possible until both of them are coming, Harry’s cock filling him up making Louis whine and cum even more. 

“I’m gonna lock you up with me.” All Louis hears before sleep succumbs to him. 

******

There’s something thick moving inside Louis, he whines pushing his arse back and moaning when there’s a slap on his butt, “Greedy.” A thick voice whispers and Louis shudders, “My greedy princess.” 

“H-Harry.” He moans and then his head is turned and there’s soft lips on his, he kisses Harry back, opening his eyes to see green eyes settled on him, “M-Morning.” His voice is rough from all the screaming he did, Harry smiles, “Good morning.” He removes himself chuckling at Louis’ whine of protest And then flips the smaller one so that he’s sitting on top of Harry, 

“Shh sweetheart.” He rasps before sliding in Louis again and making him sit on his cock, the boy gasps looking down to see the bulge in his stomach, he cups it gasping when Harry poked the bulge, a tingle shooting up Louis’ spine, “That’s me in you, baby. My dick in your tiny little body.” He rasps moving Louis’ hips back and forth.

“H-Harry fuck me…please.” He cries and Harry grunts before kissing him and snapping his hips upwards, he bounces Louis on top of him, “Touch your clit, honey. Get yourself off.” He mumbles sucking Louis’ nipples, he presses a thumb on the moving bulge biting Louis’ chest who just moans and dribbles cum, 

“Good girl. You did amazing, Princess.” He says and Louis shakes his head, hips now moving on his own, “Fill me up…knock me out, Harry.” He begs kissing the man’s face who groans turning them around so he’s on top, “Fuck. Fuck.” And then he’s filling Louis up, the boy cries out loudly before shuddering and coming again. 

They both kiss lazily as Harry keeps pumping his hips, neither of them planning to get away from the tiny bubble they created, Louis gently plays with Harry’s hair letting the man kiss his face, “Your daughter’s about to be here.” He says and Harry hums,

“We have time for a shower. And some kissing time. I love your lips.” He mumbles and kisses Louis again, “And your eyes.” And then he kisses Louis’ eyes. “After a shower I’m gonna make us breakfast because someone’s stamina is not enough.” He comments and Louis blushes, “Fuck off.” Harry chuckles and pecks his forehead, “Did I lie though?” 

“Oh shush. Not everyone here has the stamina of a horse. Also…what you did was hot.” He says biting his lips, Harry frowns, dark eyes settled on Louis’ lips as if he didn’t spend a night devouring them, “What do you mean, sweetheart.” 

“I-I liked being used by you. Y-You can use me, any time. Even when I’m sleeping. I-I like the idea of you fucking me when I’m helpless.” He gasps when he realises what he just admitted, “If-If it makes you—”

“Shhh none of that. Fucking hell. Is it okay to get this turned on by listening to that?” He asks pushing himself even more inside and sure enough he was hard inside Louis who moans, “I-I don’t know.” 

“Baby, the idea of using you when you’re helpless is making me want to do things to you. Shit, Lou. What else do you like, my love.” He asks and Louis’ eyes widen at the nickname but Harry doesn’t seem affected as he caresses Louis’ cheeks, “Uhm ... .You can degrade me. Slap, choke, whatever you want.” Harry groans, “You’re perfect. You were made for me, weren’t you?” 

“For you…” Louis whispers, “Harry.” He calls out softly gasping when Harry’s lazy strokes hit his prostate, “Yes, sweetheart.” 

“No Zoey. I’m made for you….so are you.” Harry’s face stretched into a big smile, "Anything you want. And yes, I’m made for you.” Louis pulls him down for a kiss. 

Their morning spent with them having sex over and over again until Harry carries him to the shower, once he does the man washes Louis with the utmost care and love. Louis in return does the same. 

Once clean Louis is being carried again to the kitchen, It’s like Harry has a thing for carrying Louis around, it’s not like the younger one minds. 

“Should I help?” Louis asks and Harry scoffs, “Nah. Just sit here and let me take care of you.” Louis blushes and nods, he eats a strawberry watching Harry move around the kitchen. 

Playful and light conversation between them where Louis is mostly yapping while Harry is listening. 

“Do you miss the city?” Harry asks cracking an egg in the pan, “Sometimes? But then I like the town, it’s nice, not pressurising and plus I have the people I love here. Like my grandparents, Arabelle and….” He trails watching how Harry was intensely staring, “And?” 

Louis shrugs, giggling , when Harry slows the stove and walks towards Louis, opening his legs and sliding in between, “And who else, sweetheart?” He asks, pressing a thumb on Louis’ neck where there’s a light throbbing, “I like you covered in my marks.” He mumbles before looking up in Louis’ eyes,

“Caveman.” Louis mutters locking his ankles around his back pulling him forward, “And who else, honey.” Harry coax, Louis takes the strawberry that the man offers him, purposely licking and sucking Harry’s fingers, the man’s eyes visibly darken, 

“Zayn.” Harry growls when Louis starts sucking his fingers, “Louis.” Harry warns, A delicious shudder runs through Louis who gags on Harry’s fingers, “Daddy.” He mumbles, 

A large hand slides from his waist to his head where Harry grabs his hair in a fistful, tugging it up, “Such a naughty whore. A fucking tease.” He mumbles now thrusting his fingers in and out of Louis’ mouth.

Louis whines raising his hips in the air, he was in Harry’s tee and his own pants, “No sweetheart, I’m not gonna touch you…that’s what bad girls who take some other man’s name gets. I should brand my name on you.” He mumbles almost absent mindedly as he watches his finger slide in and out of Louis’ seductive little mouth. 

“Y-Yes.” The boy croaks and Harry blinks before pulling back. Completely avoiding all body contact, He smirks at Louis’ whimper, “Breakfast.” The man points towards the pan. “Harry—”

“Do I need to spank you for calling me by my name?” That shits Louis up who’s burning to have Harry's hands and cock on him, he knows they’ve had sex the whole morning and the night before but he still wants more. 

“Sorry, daddy. I want you.” He mumbles in a small voice and Harry’s face softens, “I’ll give you my cock once I feed you, my love.” And then he reaches to peck Louis’ forehead, “My boy deserves everything.” 

As per his promise, Harry sits on the chair first, “Come here.” Louis blinks but follows, “Sit on my cock.” Louis bites his lips untying Harry’s sweatpants before pulling it down, the man spreads his legs and Louis’ hole twitches, Harry’s cock was thick and long, it’s a wonder how Louis fits it inside him, he pulls his own pants down stepping out of them, he tucks his shirt up giving Harry a show as he does, knowing how the man’s eyes were on him.

He straddles the man’s lap already loose from before, strokes Harry’s thickness twice and then sits on it, They both groan together, Harry’s mouth on Louis’ chest as his hands grip his hips tightly. 

Once Louis is comfortably sat, Harry kisses his chest and pulls back, “Now I’m going to feed you.” He says and Louis pouts, “I can eat by myself.” Harry rubs his pouty lips, “I know…makes me feel happy to feed my angel.” Louis blushes and nods. Harry feeds him bites and takes a few himself until Louis’ whining about how full he is and how he wants Harry to fuck him,

“Greedy baby. Ride me, sweet boy.” He says and Louis whimpers crossing his arms to hold Harry's head down and kissing him, tasting the sweetness of the pancakes they just had, he skilfully raises up and then grinds his hips, mouth near Harry’s ear moaning softly, the man under him shudders, his cock twitching inside Louis. 

Louis was taking his sweet time to ride him, “You feel so good inside me, daddy.” He breathes gasping when Harry squeezes his ass and then smacks it, “Yeah. Tell me more, honey.” The older man says playing with Louis’ ass, he rubs a finger at the area that joins them, Louis whines moving his hips in a faster cadence, 

“You make me so full, so happy. I love your thick cock inside me, Fuck. Haz, nnghhh right there.” He moans biting Harry’s shoulder when Harry starts fucking him from under, the man grunts standing up and soon Louis’ laying on the table Harry growls thrusting inside him at a feral pace, 

Normally Harry was a calm man but the Moment he’s inside Louis it’s like he becomes a different person, he fucks Louis with a purpose that can only be described as destroying, he fucks Louis like he wants to brand the boy inside and out, he takes Louis like he owns him. 

“You’re so fucking hot. Shit, Louis.” He grunts like a wild man before grabbing Louis’ flailing hands, he grabs them both hips snapping in and out, Louis’ whole body arching from the table, 

Louis locks his ankle behind Harry’s ass pulling him in, the man smirks as if an idea popping in his brain, he grabs both of Louis’ legs throwing them on his right shoulder, the position making the smaller boy even more exposed, 

“H-Harry!” Louis whispers and the man just slides inside, dark eyes fixed on Louis’ wet hole, “Wanna fill you up with my cum. Always.” He mumbles, thumbing over the stretched rim, Louis gasps his legs twitching on Harry’s shoulder, who turns his head and kisses his calf, “You’re so perfect.” He whispers before hooking an arm around the back of his knees and bending to kiss Louis messily all spit and tongue. 

“Cum for me, my love.” Harry mumbles and that’s all it takes for Louis to shudder and cum between them, Louis cups the older man’s face, “Fill me up.” And Harry does with a groan before he presses deeply inside Louis.

They both lazily kiss after their orgasm, Harry’s lazy hands stroking Louis’ cum filled belly, he rubs the boy’s swollen belly before bringing the cum to mouth and licking it, “Stop it. I can’t believe we eat on this table.” Louis whines throwing a hand over his eyes, Harry chuckles removing himself, he frowns and pushes a thumb inside Louis’ hole collecting the cum that was leaking out, Louis whimpers at the sensitivity, 

“N-No.” 

“I don’t want it to leak out.” Louis pouts and nods, arching when Harry starts fingering inside, the squelching sounds more erotic than anything, “I can’t…I’m tired.” He whispers and Harry kisses his tummy, “I know. But you can still give it to me, I know you can.” And Louis does, he shudders beautifully and submits to Harry’s demand. The man comes too but this time he paints Louis’ abdomen and thighs. 

They take another shower and just when Harry was kissing Louis there was a loud knock indicating Arabelle’s presence.

“Harry…mmhh belle’s here.” He mumbles and the man nods kissing him before taking a step back, he fixes his hair and his boner. Louis does the same before they both open the door to greet the little girl,

“Hey there bells.” Louis greets grinning when the girl just runs to him, he stumbles back with an oof but giggles and holds her up, wincing at the ache in his butt. 

“Wow, look at you greeting your mama but not your papa.” Harry grumbles and she giggles, turning to stick her tongue out, “I missed Loulou! And papa but loulou more.” Harry chuckles, leaning to peck her forehead, 

“Aww baby we missed you too. How was your day?” He asks, kissing her cheeks, “We went to aq-aquim? The fish house! It was so big. And then grandma and grandpapa took me to a movie. It was so nice!” She gushes cutely and Louis can't help but giggle as he walks them towards the couch, Harry trailing behind them. 

“Yeah and then there in the aquim we saw a gigantic shark! It was so big, LouLou. I liked it, grandpapa said we can do this again. Will you come with me?” She asks and Louis coos running a hand through her hair, “Of course I will. Even your papa will come with us. Right, Haz?” He asks and Harry who was sitting on the other sofa staring at them fondly blinks, “Huh?” Louis rolls his eyes, “You, me and Belle are gonna go with grams and gran to the aquarium. Not today but on your free day, is-is it okay?” He doesn’t know where the shyness creeped in but he looks away from Harry’s intense eyes, 

“Yes yes okay. Sounds amazing.” 

******

“How are you doing, my sweet child?” Grams asks once Louis is inside the room, he smiles walking to hug her inhaling her soft scent, “I’m doing amazing. How’s your health? I’m sorry I was being too busy with Arabelle’s school and then Harry’s absence because of the new case.” He says and she smiles, “My Lou has grown up so much. It feels like you got married.” At that Louis blushes profusely,

“W-What! That’s absurd, I'm just doing my job.” He sputters and she smirks knowingly at him, “Pretty sure babysitters don’t get a kiss on their cheek from their employers.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s a new thing.” He says and she laughs, “Sure is…you look happier, honey. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted. Even if it is by the hands of the grumpy Styles.” Louis smiles at her, “He’s an amazing father.” Is all Louis comes up with making his grandma chuckle, 

“And an amazing partner?” She asks and Louis pouts, “We didn’t talk about that. Enough about me what did the doctor say?” He asks changing the topic because he doesn’t wanna breach the confusing part of their relationship.

His grandma gets the hint but she looks at Louis with a worrying glint in her eyes, “I’ll live until you get married and give me new great grandkids.” 

*****

“Why do you look upset?” Louis asks Arabelle who was pouting, she’s been silent the whole day, “Nothin’.” She mutters and Louis smiles, “Wow so you’re keeping secrets from me now?” She looks up and shakes her head, “Gabby says you’re not my mama and you’ll leave….. Me.” She mumbles and Louis frowns,

“We need to have a serious talk with Gabby because how is she assuming that I’m leaving my Arabelle?” He asks smiling when she gives a small smile to him, hesitancy and fear in her eyes, Louis coos before gathering her in his arms, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you, okay.” He whispers kissing her hair and she nuzzles in his neck reminding him of Harry,

“Promise, LouLou?” Louis rubs her arms, “Promise, Bells. I’ll be here as long as you need me.” He says despite the heavy feeling that one day Harry will want to settle with a woman and Louis will have to give up his job because at the end of the day Harry was still paying him. 

For being a babysitter or his whore? 

Louis pushed that snarky voice away instead standing up, “Okay this is too sad now, Come we’ll dance.” She shakes her head, “I don’t like dancing.” She mumbles with blushing cheeks and Louis giggles, 

“Awww that’s too bad because now I’ll be just dancing alone.” He pouts and she giggles, her eyes flickering behind Louis before her giggles elevated, Louis was about to turn when there were arms around his waist, “Is that right? Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Harry mumbles and Louis grins, cheeks heating up when Belle claps her hands, “Dance now.” She orders, 

“Whatever you want, angel.” And then Harry’s swaying them, before turning Louis in his arms, a wide grin on the man’s face,

“Hi.” Louis whispers shyly when Harry caresses his cheeks, “Hey.” Harry whispers back,

Louis crosses his arms around Harry’s neck licking his lips when the man trails his hands down his waist, “Your daughter’s watching, behave.” Louis scolds and Harry grins, “I’m behaving plenty. Plus she’s just too happy. You make us happy, Sweetheart.” He says and Louis’ heart stutters, 

“Belle, should I kiss your mama?” He calls out and Belle shrieks, “No! Only I kiss Loulou." She mumbles and then Harry pouts, he looked so silly that it made Louis giggle, “Please! You can close your eyes and count till twenty and I’ll be done.” He promises and Belle huffs, “Okay…One..Two…” 

Harry didn’t need to be told twice as he smashes their mouths together, Louis whimpers limping in his hold as He moves his mouth along with Harry opening it further for the man’s tongue to evade. Harry hummed in his mouth sucking Louis’ tongue, his hand holding the smaller one’s lower jaw and waist, 

“Twenty! Papa!” Arabelle shrieks and Harry pulls back, dark eyes on Louis’ swollen and shiny mouth. “Later.” He promises before collecting the spit from the corner of Louis’ mouth by his thumb and bringing it to his mouth. “You’re nasty.” Louis whispers and Harry grins, all sharp and predatory, “I am. For you.” Louis giggles shoving him gently,

“You wanna dance with us, pumpkin?” Harry asks his daughter who shrugs, “Can we watch Tangled after?” Louis laughs and nods, “Okay then!” And together they all just dance, the sound of laughter along with joyful giggles ringing around.

There’s a warm feeling in Louis' chest as he stares at The father daughter duo. He doesn’t know how he’s ever gonna leave them without feeling like a piece of his heart has been ripped.

*****

Louis was a professional hoarder, he sometimes bought things that was impulsive even for him. Just like how his eyes were set on the mini skirt, a very stupid fantasy of buying it. “You gonna buy it.” A voice whispers behind him, circling an arm around his waist, Louis shudders at that, twisting his neck to find Harry’s green eyes settled on him. “We’re in public.” He hisses and Harry frowns, “Okay?” Louis blinks and looks around to see a few people turning their heads towards them, 

Louis pulled out from the embrace, “Let’s go.” He mutters, “What’s going on?” Harry asks and the smaller one just ignores him walking towards the kids section, “We have to buy new clothes for  Belle. She’ll look good in the jean—”

“Louis are you…you know anyone with two eyes can see that we are a couple here?” There’s a fire in Harry’s eyes, one that both burns and turns Louis on, “Couple? You mean people who sleep together?” He murmurs picking a pair of jeans for Arabelle, “Louis. Do not deduce us to that. We'll talk at home. This topic is not over.” The whole time it’s tense, they both shop for Arabelle in silence, once they start walking out the door Harry’s hand stretches out for him but then he freezes before clenching it in a fist and retreating it back, 

Louis shut his eyes almost whimpering, he didn’t like this. He hated arguing with Harry but the older man needs to understand that they have no proper relationship between them and Harry can’t just randomly decide to start being touchy feely in public. 

They walk near the car, Harry opening Louis’ side, "Don't look at me like that, Louis. If you don’t want me to kiss you right here.” Harry mumbles when they’re close to each other, “This doesn’t have to be an argument, Harry.” Harry’s eyes softened, “It’s not an argument, sweetheart. I’m hurt and we have to talk.” Louis’ eyes flutter when Harry leans to kiss his forehead, the man then stops grunting, “Get in.” Louis frowns but obeys looking at the hand curled at the top of the car protecting Louis’ head.

The ride back home is silent, tense. Harry’s jaw is clenched, Louis bites his bottom lip leaning to put a hand on Harry’s lap, “You’re mad.” He whispers, “Back to your seat, Louis. And I told you, I’m not mad, I'm hurt.”

“You can’t be hurt when it’s actually the truth, Harry. And stop calling my name all serious. You said it’s not supposed to be an argument. And now you don’t even want me to touch you!” He breathes and Harry looks at him, “You didn’t want me to hold you back there, Louis. It’s like you’re ashamed of me. Are you?” The hurt in his green eyes makes Louis whimper, “Of course not! It’s just that our relationship is so unclear, Harry. I don’t know where we stand. So unclear. And then…then you just hold me as if I mean something more to you. In public.” He whispers a tear falling, Harry’s jaw clenches, 

“Unclear? Louis, ever since you I haven’t touched anyone, doesn’t that mean something?” Louis inhales sharply, “Just because I’m your personal bed warmer now doesn’t mean we are something, Harry. It’s…You don’t get it. It’s fine. Are we in a relationship, Harry? As in couples?” He asks, “Louis you know we are, baby, I…Louis, fuck I should’ve known this was a bad idea. You’re too young. So young.” He breathes and Louis frowns,

“Wasn’t I too young when you started to fuck me? I’m not even that old, Harry.” He spits and the man chuckles, “Fuck okay I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Shit, Louis that was bad.” 

“Of course it was, asshole. You know what I think we need to take a break. And you know what maybe you should fuck people your age since I’m so fucking young right?” 

“Louis…” he sighs and Louis shakes his head, “No, Harry. Have we ever been on a date? Ever?” Louis asks and Harry stops the car, the house in front of them, 

“The only time we go out is with Arabelle, never the two of us so how do you expect me to get comfortable with the idea of you being clingy to me in public with no Arabelle? I like you Harry, I like you too much ... .I need to not like you that much. So I need time.” And without listening to Harry he opens the door and walks out. 

Arabelle meets him halfway all cheery and happy, “You okay, LouLou?” She asks and he smiles, sniffing as he kisses her forehead, “We got clothes for you, Pearl.” She nods but clings to Louis, “I didn’t eat all of the ice cream we can share some.” She whispers as a secret, 

Louis giggles cuddling her back, “Okay. Do you wanna go to the park today?” 

*****

Things were tense, Harry stayed out late and when he was at home he drank. He was still an amazing father to Arabelle but with Louis he barely looked at the younger boy and it’s not like Louis didn’t do the same. 

Arabelle was a buffer but even she was getting sad, the light in her green eyes dimming with every tense interaction that Louis and Harry had, 

“Papa, what about Mama’s kiss? Why isn’t LouLou getting any more kisses? It’s unfair!” She says one morning, Louis freezes from where he was packing Arabelle’s bag. He was basically Arabelle’s mother at this point without the actual title. He should quit he knows but he can’t just leave Belle because of some stupid stuff that took place between him and her father, 

He can’t even go to his grandma’s house because her and gran went out for a mini vacation. It’s not like he was a stay-at-home wife or anything, he hung out with Zayn and most of the time Zayn would just come to the house, especially these days when Louis needs him a bit more because of the sadness that Harry left.

“Belle take your bag, we have to leave now.” Harry says fixing his belt, he was in his uniform as usual, a frown on his face, he seemed to carry those too much, Louis wanted to reach out and kiss it off of him, 

“No! LouLou gets a kiss!” Louis sighs giving her lunch to Harry, their fingertips brush and Louis bites his bottom lip, there was a thrill that shot up his body, he was craving Harry. He wanted that man. 

“Arabelle, enough of the tantrum, we need to go.” Harry sighs, his eyes were dark as they stared at Louis, “No! Arabelle is not going. LouLou gets a kiss!” She screams and Harry frowns, glancing at his daughter, her firm set of green eyes glaring at Harry, “Belly, do not scream at your father. Little lady, do you want me to take your iPad?” He asks and She frowns,

“I’m sorry papa…please kiss LouLou. He looks sad.” Harry sighs giving up, “Come here.” He murmurs now at Louis, “Huh?” 

“Louis, I have to be on duty. Please come here.” Louis gulps and frowns, “Do not kiss me like it’s a fucking duty.” He grumbles and Harry’s eyes soften, he gently pulls Louis towards him by his hips, “Temper tantrum in this family is crazy.” He mumbles before kissing the side of Louis’ mouth, so, so fucking close to Louis’ mouth, the smaller man shuts his eyes tight, a whimper leaving him as his hands fists Harry’s shirt,

A loud giggle makes Louis jump as he pulls back, Arabelle just stands there all smiles as she walks towards Harry, “Let’s go papa.” Harry sighs looking down at his daughter. He shakes his head and then without looking at Louis moves forward.

Just when they’re about to leave there’s a knock on the door.

“My favourite Styles!” Zayn greets the moment Harry opens the door with Arabelle, “And I wasn’t talking about you, A-hole.” He grumbles to Harry who rolls his eyes, Arabelle giggles softly, “Uncle zee, Morning. Papa kissed me and LouLou.” She grins and Zayn pulls a face, “Eww. Why are you looking at your mama and papa kiss, belly button?” He asks and she shrugs, 

“LouLou wasn’t happy with my kisses.” 

“What are you doing at my house, Zayn?” Harry speaks for the first time, 

“I’m here to take my best friend out on a date, because someone needs to. Excuse me, bye belly button we'll pick you up from school and hey there best friend! Gosh I missed your sad kitten face.” Zayn pushes past Harry and attacking Louis with kisses, Harry grunts, 

“Zayn.” He grits and Zayn winks at him, “Go away officer, Lou, you ready?” 

******

“So when am I getting the news of you being pregnant?” Zayn asks, making Louis roll his eyes, “Yeah pregnant by just the sexual tension in the house. It’s gone to the point where Belle just wants to leave us alone. And all Harry does is brood and give me those eyes, look in my opinion he is the one who fucked this up because he is the one who never defined our relationship.” He huffs, 

Today was Arabelle’s sports day. The girl was practicing with her schoolmates, Louis’ blue eyes were trained on her, she looked quite uncomfortable if he’s honest. 

“Of course it’s his fault. Fuck Harry styles.” Zayn mutters, 

“Was doing that until a couple days ago. He’s not even looking at me right now, ugh. Anyways, do you think Belle’s okay?” He asks and Zayn nods, “She seems fine. Your man’s looking. Oh my god! How about you make him jealous?” Zayn squeaks and Louis scoffs, eyes fluttering to find Harry’s gaze on him, a shiver runs his spine ever since that kiss shenanigan they’ve avoided each other even more if that’s possible,

He looks away first, “Huh?” Zayn smirks, “Look you can’t make him jealous with me because duh I have a girlfriend now, but….but there’s always lovely Greg over there who is also looking at you with heart eyes. I think you should go talk to him.” He says and Louis shakes his head,

“Greg is literally Belle’s teacher. And that man does not deserve this.” He says grinning widely when Arabelle waves at him, he blows kisses her watching her giggle, 

“The fuck is she doing over here.” Zayn’s voice pulls him from his bubble, he frowns following his best friend’s line of vision only to freeze when he sees Zoey now hugging Harry, intimately might he add. 

Louis’ heart sinks and his stomach tightens, the tiny ball of anxiety growing bigger when he sees how Harry smiles at her, but that’s all he does. “Are…Are they back together?” Louis’ voice is shaky even to his ears,

“Lou I don’t think so. No. They’re not. There’s only one way to figure it out, and that’s by making Harry jealous. So….” Zayn trails and Louis bites his lip, “Okay. Imma go talk to Greg. I’ll be right back.” He stands up from his seat before walking towards where Arabelle’s teacher, Greg Thompson was there,

“Hello Louis!” He greets and Louis smiles, “Hey Greg. I wanted to ask if everything’s okay with Belle?” He asks and the other man just nods with a wide smile, “It is it is, don’t worry she’s in good hands. And now she’s making friends too. Isn’t that amazing?” He asks and Louis grins wide at that,

“She is! That’s wonderful—”

“Mr.Thompson.” The familiar deep voice murmurs making all the hairs on Louis’ nape stand, he holds the gasps when there’s a hand trailing around his waist and then his front, just being there. Anchoring and possessive. 

Harry was standing right behind him so no one could see his hand from the back but Greg surely could, his brown eyes flickering down and then back up, smile straining, “Sheriff, Styles.” He tightly says,

“Shouldn’t you be doing teacher duties like taking care of the two kids who I’m pretty sure are wrestling over there instead of chatting leisurely with the parents?” He asks, Louis’ eyes widens at that, he cranks his neck back to stare at the firm set of Harry’s jaw. It was a beautiful jaw. Louis wanted to suck marks on it.

“Parents? As far as I know Louis’ just the babysitter.” Greg grits, “Tomayto Tomahto, Thompson. Now go take a look at the kids before I file a complaint to the school.” With a pissed sigh Greg looks at Louis, the corners of his mouth softening as he gives him a tight smile, “I’m sorry, Louis. Duty calls but we can have a chat if you want, over tea?” 

Louis should refuse, because the hand that was now tightening around his front indicated that but if Zoey can come here and kiss Harry without the man having no problems he’s pretty sure he can do the same. Plus it’s just tea.

“Sure. Please go now the they’re tumbling around.” He says and Greg smiles before turning to run towards the fighting kids,

“Do you like this, Princess?” The voice behind him murmurs, low and gentle, “Like what?” Louis asked turning in Harry’s hold and finding himself way too close, he takes a step back but Harry’s hand on his back doesn’t let him, he looks around in panic but all the parents are busy in their own lives, 

“You love torturing me a bit too much don’t you?” He asks an angry set in his jaw but his eyes were gentle as they mapped Louis’ face as if reminiscing, 

“Say hi to Zoey from me.” His voice cracks but he doesn’t back off before wiggling out of Harry’s hold, 

“Matter of fact if you’re gonna get a fucking wife make sure your daughter like their new mother because Arabelle Hates Zoey and I’m pretty sur—”

“I wanna kiss that filthy mouth silent. God go away before I actually end up doing that.” Harry grumbles, his eyes were kinda glassy and his cheeks a bit flushed, Louis’ own cheeks heated up at that,

He just gapes at Harry all wide eyed and blown pupil before turning around and running towards Zayn who looks exactly like a Cheshire Cat.

“Yeah I don’t think Zoey and him are together.” He mutters once Louis sits back.

“Shut up.” He whispers stuffing his face with popcorn.

*****

“You did such an amazing job, Belly button!” Zain cheers and the girl giggles in Louis’ arms, “Did I?” She asks grinning mischievously at the medal around her neck, Louis laughs along with her, “Of course you did! Now what do you want—”

“Hey Arabelle you won I see.” Zoey’s voice comes and Louis immediately frowns, he looks at Zayn who looks tense too, 

“Hi aunty zoe.” Arabelle mumbles immediately closing off, “And you’re still here too.” She sneers at Louis who rolls his eyes, “Harry’s not around us right now so if you want to talk to him wrong place.” He says ready to flee the scene with Belle who was now hiding in Louis’ neck, he put a hand on the back of her hair,

“You need to know that you’re just a babysitter, just because some seven year old call you her mother it doesn’t make you on—” 

“I think you need to calm down Zoey seeing at least Belle calls me her mother unlike you who were pretending to be one since god knows how many years yet all you achieved was Belle’s silence. She’s not even comfortable while you’re here.” He retorts done taking her bullshit, surprise crosses her face before contorting to rage,

“You cun—”

“Language, Zoey.” A deeper voice says, “Papa.” Arabelle mumbles raising her head to look at her father who was now standing behind Louis, “Harry he started badmouthin—”

“I heard everything that was going around so there’s no point in you lying right now. The only reason I called you here was because you said you were lonely and sad about your mother’s death. I respect you, that's why I’ll ask you to leave because you’re making my family uncomfortable.” He says with finality in his tone,

“So what now? You’re a homo? No one’s gonna accept this, Harry—”

“Zoey, Leave.” Harry grits, an angry dangerous tone in his voice, “Leave before I force it.” She scoffs and glares at Louis one more time before walking away,

“What a biatch.” Zayn mutters, he looks at Louis with concern, “Lou you okay?” He asks and Louis nods, he wasn’t making eye contact with Harry who came forward to take Arabelle in his arms, the girl clinging to her father now, 

“Bells, can you go with Uncle Zee? I need to talk to Louis right now.” 

Louis not mama. Not lou, not anything. Just Louis.

Arabelle nods and Zayn takes her not before giving Harry a warning glance, the older man just rolls his eyes, “Lou, sweetheart, talk to me.” He mutters once they’re both away,

“There’s nothing to talk, Harry. You heard her. You can’t be a homo—”

“She was bullshitting, my love. I don’t care about the people.” He says and Louis glances up with sharp eyes, “You don’t? What will you do when everyone gets to know about us and then they start bullying Arabelle? What will happen when Arabelle realises that she doesn’t have a mother, a lady as her mother instead some random guy who pretends to be his mother?” He asks more like sneers, 

Harry frowns, “Arabelle loves you, I—” he stops with wide eyes, “You what, Harry?” He demands and the older man just shakes his head.

“We shouldn’t be having this conversation here. Not like this.” He says and Louis scoffs, “I don’t wanna have a conversation with you. I think I’m done. You need to start looking for a new nanny, Harry.” He says and the man frowns, “Louis no. Don’t do that.” 

“I’m done Harry.”

“Baby.” The man whispers, face filled with agony, “I-I’ll be working till the end of this month. I can’t risk you or Belle. I’m sorry.” Harry gulps, eyes watering, Louis looks away from him,

“Don’t do this, Louis.” He whispers walking close and Louis takes a step back, “I’m sorry.” 

*****

The ride back home is silent and sad, Arabelle tired from her sports is sleeping and unaware of the inner turmoil going, 

“You go first. I’ll be home later.” Harry mumbles once they reach, Louis nods, “Be careful.” He whispers and Harry clenches his jaw, “Not like you care.” The man says and Louis scoffs, “You think it’s easy, Harry? Leaving Belle and-and you?” A traitorous tear drops and Harry whimpers at that, reaching to cup Louis’ face and wiping it with his thumb, “I’m sorry, baby. I-I just…I know it’s not easy for you, I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not. We should go in.” Harry nods taking his hand back along with the warmth, Louis almost begs him not to, 

“I’ll be home later. Night.” 

*****

“Haz?” Louis whispers in the dark, his eyes fixed on the man who was sipping a beer on the stool, still in his uniform, at his voice Harry looked up, he looked tired, the toll of their fight evident on his face, “Sweetheart.” He rasped in a voice full of fatigue, “Please come here.” At the softest request Louis couldn’t help but walk towards him like there was a magnetic pull, 

“You’ve been drinking. A lot.” Louis observes and watches Harry’s hand twitch and tighten around the can as if he was holding himself back from doing something, Louis licked his dried lips as he fiddled with his fingers, 

“Sit.” Harry’s voice was deep like molasses, “I’m still leaving.” The man pursed his lips at that before standing up, Louis gulps at how close they were, his face almost against Harry’s chest, he wanted to close the space between them, 

He gasped when Harry slid down on his knees, “Forgive me, Baby.” He rasps pulling Louis closer by circling a hand around his waist, “I’m miserable. I need you. I’m sorry.” He says as he presses kisses on Louis’ exposed tummy, Just Louis’ luck who was wearing a crop top to sleep. Louis sighed hands digging in Harry’s hair as the older man kept kissing his stomach, sucking small bites before looking up at Louis;

“I’d do anything you ask me, sweetheart. Anything, Please don’t go. Please.” He begs nuzzling his nose in Louis’ stomach who tilts Harry’s head, a thumb rubbing the soft lips he pushes it inside and Gasps when Harry sucks and bites it, “Anything?” 

“Anything? I’d kill for you. I’d die for you, just say it. I was so wrong for saying everything to you, I’m sorry for hurting you, so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I don’t care, Louis, I don’t care about anything except you and being with you and my daughter.” Louis couldn’t take the green eyes on him any longer, “Kiss me.” He whispers and Harry growls before standing up and smashing their mouths, Louis sighs as he kisses the man digging his hand inside Harry’s hair, he pushes him on the stool before straddling him.

Louis whines in his strong hold, Harry’s hands on him were possessive and strong, gripping his waist tightly and his hair as he licked inside his mouth like a starving man. The days of not touching each other truly felt like torture, Louis was desperate and so was Harry. 

Louis’ hips started grinding on the man’s obvious hard on before he whimpered, pulling away, “Missed you, My love.” Harry whispers caressing Louis’ neck and jaw, he leans to bite Louis’ jaw like a feral animal sucking Louis’ jaw and then his neck, “Bed.” Louis mewls getting up from his lap and then walking towards the stairs, he gasps when Harry pulls him back.

Harry shakes his head, “No.” he groans before manhandling Louis in a position which had his back to Harry’s chest, and his butt perched on his lap again, the man grabs his jaw and kisses him, “Missed your mouth so much, angel.” He rasps trailing kisses down Louis’ neck who whines high, his legs spreading when Harry pushes a hand inside his shorts, “Haz.” He moans and Harry grunts taking off his shorts entirely, “Shit.” The older man breathes in his ear making him shiver before rubbing Louis’ hole, 

“Missed this tiny hole. Fuck I’m gonna fill you, sweetheart. Knock you up, This way you’ll be tied to me. Forever.” He grumbles one hand inside Louis’ top playing with his chest while the other rubbing Louis’ taint, he pushes a dry finger inside making Louis hiss and moan, “My good girl. Did you let anyone touch this hole? Did anyone touch my pretty wife’s hole?” He asks bringing his finger to Louis’ mouth who sucks the thick digits shaking his head,

“N-No one.” Louis mumbles his crop top riding up as he arches his back for Harry, the man bites his ear, “I’m gonna make an honest wife out of you. Tie you to me so no one, not even Zayn can have you. You belong to me. Only and only me.” He grits before shoving his now spit slicked fingers inside Louis who gasps nails digging in Harry’s wrist, “Your wife….yes. Yes.” He gasps, 

“Yeah sweetheart, I’ll make you my wife. Just like that, take my fingers princess, fuck you’re so tight.” Louis was sure his nipples were bruised with the way the man behind him was abusing them, 

“..More more.” Louis gasps turning his head for a filthy kiss, Harry moaned stroking Louis’ prostate with his fingers, “Give you everything.” He rasps, another finger joining making it three fingers inside Louis’ ass who clenches around the thick digits,

“Would knock you up so good, baby. You’d have my children in your womb. Pretty girl. My pretty baby. The whole fucking town, Fucking Greg, will know how I came inside your pussy to get you all knocked up and mine. I’ll give you everything. Don’t leave me, you’re mine and I’m yours. Only yours.” 

 Louis jerked and shuddered before coming, “That’s it, give it to me, Princess.” He whispers and Louis tilts his head to sob in his mouth as they messily kiss. 

Harry scoops Louis in his arms before standing up, he walks them towards his bedroom. “Did you miss me, honey?” He asks laying Louis on the bed and hovering above, Louis bites his lip, one hand already reaching to undress Harry, “So much.” He whispers cupping the man’s face with his other hand and Harry smiles, kissing his palm. “How much?” Louis pulls Harry’s shirt off of him, 

“Enough to know that I wanted to kill anyone who touched you.” Harry grins leaning to kiss him again, Louis brings Harry’s hand to his belly resting it there, “Now Mr.Styles you better put a baby in me.” He whispers against Harry’s mouth before biting the man’s bottom lip who groans squeezing Louis’ tummy, “Whatever my pretty wife wants.” 

Louis gasped when Harry flipped his body making him lay on his stomach, “First I need to eat my Princess because god knows how long I’ve been starving for you.” He mumbles biting Louis’ lobe who cries, Harry’s naked body a welcomed weight on him as the man trailed kisses down his spine, sucking marks on his wake.

He slaps Louis’ arse squeezing the meaty bits before putting his mouth on the area and sucking, he bites before licking it to soothe the pain, he spreads Louis’ thighs before sliding his hand and then hooking it around in a way where he raises Louis’ arse and spreads it. “My favourite hole. You’re so wet down here, honey.” He mumbles softly kissing the puckered hole, Louis shivers wiggling when Harry bites his cheek, “Shh lemme admire my beautiful baby.” He mumbles licking in before groaning and diving deeper. His facial hair was brushing against Louis’ sensitive skin making him even more sensitive than usual.

Louis moans and shudders when Harry keeps eating him as if he’s the last meal on the planet, “H-Harry…Haz…wan’ please…give me your cock.” He whines and Harry groans before leaving his position, Louis gasps when Harry’s hand grabs his own and pins them beside his head, a blunt wetness on his wet hole before Harry breaches in, Louis’ teeth snap onto the pillow which was wet from his tears and saliva, 

Harry groans in his ear, “You’re so tight, darling. Fuck you’re so small.” He grits and Louis whimpers, with a hand wrapped around Louis’ front Harry pulls him back so that he’s on his knees and then slides his other hand to grab his neck, choking him slightly, “Y-You like that? Fuck you’re so big, Haz. So big.” Louis slurs eyes rolling back when Harry slides in all the way, his pelvis connecting with Louis’ arsecheeks,

Harry smirks near his ear, a large hand splayed on top of the bulge in Louis’ belly, he squeezes it, “Of course I do. You’re so tiny I could easily break you. My cock can tear you apart, baby. Look at this tiny waist. My entire hand covers the span of your abdomen.” He whispers flexing his hand to show that it actually does, Louis whines thrusting his hips back so that Harry could move which makes the man chuckle,

“So eager, just like a slut.” And then he pulls back and thrusts in with a force that has Louis almost falling if not for the tight grip on his throat and tummy, he moans loudly his nails digging in Harry’s wrist, “Use me, daddy.” He whispers and Harry’s grip on his neck tightens and his hips pull back and snaps in with a rattling force that has Louis’ cock dribbling even more precum, “Yeah I will baby, only I get to use you. No one but me. I’ll fill you so much that you won’t need to have anyone else.” He murmurs tilting Louis’ head up with his hand before swallowing his loud moans, “So loud. Gonna wake my daughter with your slutty little moans.” Harry smirks and Louis sobs, tears streaming his face, 

“So pretty. I’m gonna give you my fingers to suck on okay, my love.” Louis nods whimpering when Harry stuffs his mouth with his fingers, he sucks on it his head now resting on Harry's chest, who is busy sucking on his neck, marking and biting it. His stubble burning Louis’ skin in the best way, Harry’s hand leaves his neck to slide in his hair fisting in a pony tail before he puts Louis on his fours, mounting him in a position that was all sorts of filthy, he takes him from the back until they both are coming.

“Say my name, Louis. Tell who owns you.” He grits and Louis loudly moans, “You. Harry! Fuck fuck fuck I’m Harry’s, Harry’s property….Harry’s wife.” He whispers and Harry groans,

“Louder baby.” He grunts pumping inside Louis who mewls, “I’m Harry’s wife. Harry’s wife. Fill me up, gimme babies.” He moans and Harry groans before filling him up. “My wife. My beautiful wife.” 

After the third round with Louis on his side and Harry’s dick still inside him they both drift to sleep.

*****

“Good morning.” Louis whispers, playing with Harry’s hair who blinks, “Did I die? Am I in heaven?” Louis giggles at that, “You can just start your morning with a simple good morning, Mr.Styles.” He says and Harry huffs pulling him impossibly closer, his dick which was hard thanks to Louis’ warmth and the morning twitches inside the boy, “Now why would I do that? My pretty little darling deserves everything extraordinary.” He softly says caressing Louis’ face, 

The boy blushes softly running his hands over the fade eye bags under Harry’s eyes and the stubble over his face, Harry looked even more hot with the extra facial hair if he’s being honest. 

“We should prolly talk.” Harry’s smile drops, “Baby, I would get it if you leave because I was being an asshole towards you and I respect your decision—”

“I’m not leaving!” He shrieks stopping Harry mid speech, “Huh?” 

“Yeah, I was hanging around with Belle yesterday when you left and I realised, I love her and you way too much to just leave and let someone else take my place. I can’t do that.” He whispers softly, Harry blinks before smiling,

“No one’s gonna take your place…You love us? Like me and Arabelle? Like you love me?” He asks and Louis’ ears heat up, “There’s no point in hiding this now. I-I do love you.” He admits and Harry grins, bending to kiss Louis’ lips, “My sweet boy, I can’t wait to marry you.” Louis freezes,

“Harry…You didn’t even say you loved me for you to marry me.” He says and the man pulls back, “I call you my love on a daily basis by the way, you won’t see me doing that to anyone.” He says and Louis frowns, “But-But…okay never mind.” He mumbles trying to move but Harry chuckles pulling him closer, 

“You’re not leaving me, my love. I don’t think I’ve ever felt for anyone this way, I’m head over heels, deeply in love with you. Like so much that I’m pretty sure I’m ready to sacrifice myself if it means I get to see your pretty smile.” He says and Louis whines, “You’re too good at this.” The boy complains leaning to kiss Harry who chuckles, “I am because my heart belongs to you. I don’t deserve you, baby. After the horrible things I said to you, you shouldn't forgive me. But every second we spent away I wanted to kill myself. Everytime I saw your smile not directed towards me, I wanted to die. I’m a loser.” He whispers and Louis kisses his nose,

“My loser. I’m sorry too. For everything. I love you, god, I love you so much, Harry.” He whispers kissing the man’s face who smiles bringing their mouths close,”I love you more my darling. So much more.” Slowly and gently he rocks inside Louis making love to him until they both are gasping and coming together. 

*****

“Why are we at Papa’s work, LouLou?” Arabelle questions and Louis shrugs, showing her the dangling lunchbox in his hand, “We made this for him, remember? Your father’s working too hard these days isn’t he?” Arabelle nods, 

“I didn’t get to kiss him goodnight.” She pouts and Louis giggles, “It’s okay baby your papa did kiss you when he came late.” He smiles remembering how a tired Harry went to Arabelle’s room to peck her forehead, 

“He did! I didn’t see him in the morning either!” Louis nods, “He has to leave earl—”

“Louis! Why are we here!” Zayn grumbles after exiting his car because that’s how they came to the station, Louis rolls his eyes, “I need to give lunch to Harry, my man’s working a bit too hard.” He offers and Zayn smirks,

“Aww you’re so housewife Lou core, next thing you know you’re pregnant and barefoot.” He teases and Louis punches his arm, “I can’t get pregnant idiot.” 

“But if you could I bet you’d be already.” And then he starts laughing making Louis punch him again, “Bells you know there’s your sibling in here.” Zayn says touching Louis’ belly who gasps, “Zayn!” 

“Huh?” Belle mutters confused green eyes looking at Zayn, “Your mama here—”

“Oh my god, don’t listen to your uncle, Belle. He’s an idiot. Come let’s meet papa.” He glares at Zayn who giggles.

“Is that our Pretty Bell I see?” A boisterous voice greets and Louis looks up to see a brunette with an accent, very Irish accent. “Uncle Niall!” Arabelle jumps and the man laughs before looking at Louis, his blue eyes flashing with familiarity and he smirks,

“Styles, your wife and child are here!” He yells and Louis’ eyes widen but before he could say anything a disheveled looking Harry appears, Louis’ eyes instantly soften at the confused tired look in his beautiful green eyes, he blinks, “What?” 

Louis frowns and then he remembers why he’s actually here, he shows the lunch box in his hand, “We got you lunch!” He says and Harry blinks before registering it and then he finally grins coming towards them, he gathers Arabelle in his arms smothering her with kisses that makes the girl giggle and then he looks at Louis. Louis gives a meek smile but Harry was having none of it as he gently puts Arabelle down and right in front of everyone gathers Louis in his big arms, he nuzzles his nose in Louis’ neck, 

The smaller one looks at everyone with wide eyes but they don’t seem to mind as they just coo at the scene, “I needed this.” Harry mumbles kissing his neck softly before looking up, their soft eyes looking at each other, last night Harry was tired and they didn’t speak enough just cuddled and went to sleep, 

 “Hey Styles, are you like catching bad guys or something?” And Zayn ruins it, Louis wants to break friendships with him, Harry looks up, “Zayn.” He acknowledges before rolling his eyes, “Isn’t that what sheriffs are supposed to do? I should put some guys behind you for speeding tickets or something.” He grumbles and Zayn chuckles,

“You can put the FBI behind my ass and still wouldn’t catch me…anyways Niall right can you show me and Bells around the station while we leave these two lovebirds behind.” And okay nevermind Louis loves Zayn,

Once they’re gone Harry grabs Louis’ hand and takes him to some corner, he cups Louis’ face and kisses him, the blue eyed boy gasps holding onto Harry’s uniform shirt tightly shuddering in The man’s hold,

“You’re so perfect. Fuck I love you so much.” Harry mumbles smothering Louis with kisses who giggles, “I’m just being a good housewife for you.” Harry’s eyes darken at that,

“My wife.” He rasps, thumbing Louis’ spit slicked lips, “My perfect wife.” And then he’s kissing him again Louis moans crossing his arms as they continue to snog each other. 

“Once I’m done with this case I’m taking you out on a date, okay.” Louis bites his lips nodding, “Okay.” He whispers going on his tiptoes to kiss Harry again. “How does Niall know about me? He called me your wife.” Louis asks and Harry shrugs, “I can’t shut up about how I miss you so much and I can’t wait to go home to my wife.” Louis huffs a giggle,

“How about once you’re done with the case you go out with Arabelle first and then me? I don’t want her to feel neglected, Haz.” Harry smiles softly, “Okay. I was planning on going on a family trip on her birthday to Hongkong…Disney land.” 

“Oh that’s amazing Haz! She’ll love it.” 

“She will but you know what she’ll love more ... .if her mama accompanies.” He says and Louis bites his bottom lip, “You sure?” 

“Baby, I love you and trust me Arabelle loves you more. I hate to be a competitor with my own child but it is what it is. And she’ll want you over there with her as well. So my darling don’t overthink too much. I’ve already booked our tickets.” Louis gasps, “Harry!” 

The man chuckles leaning to kiss Louis’ neck as if he can’t physically stop himself from kissing the boy, “We’ll have our first little family trip. You can wear anything you want, sweetheart. Anything.” He whispers nibbling Louis’ jaw as his hand squeezes Louis’ arse, 

“Family trip.” Louis murmurs,

“Yes..a family trip. Me with my wife and daughter. So perfect.” Harry sucks his neck, hand creeping inside Louis’ pants, “I’ll—”

“Styles! We got a lead!” A voice booms making Harry groan and and thump his head on Louis’ shoulder making the smaller one giggle,

“I think break’s over, Officer.” Louis mutters moaning softly when Harry sucks his neck, “Fuck me. I’ll see you at home. I’m sorry sweetheart.” He mumbles and Louis frowns, “Why are you apologising?”

“We haven’t had sex since years, I know you must be—” Louis stops him by pecking his mouth stopping Harry, “I’m happy just cuddling you. Plus we did sneak out quickies.” He says grinning and Harry just chuckles, “Tonight if I’m late, I want you to be open for me. Hmm.” Louis blinks the sentence catching him off guard,

“You’re such a pervert.” 

******

Living with Harry and Belle felt like a dream and was too good to be true, Louis knew that. There was a bad feeling in his chest every time he was with the father daughter duo as if something was gonna happen, something far worse. 

Harry snuggles in his neck, the clock reading 3, Louis winces when Harry’s cock twitches inside him. His cheeks heating up as he recalls the way they were fucking few hours ago. He gasps when Harry bites his neck, “What’re you thinking about, Princess.” The man rasps and Louis arches his back involuntarily, he moans when Harry starts moving in and out, “N-Nothing.” He whispers and Harry tsks, a large hand engulfing Louis’ jaw to make him look at him, “You’re thinking out loud, my love.” Harry slides out of him making him whine, the older man now hovering above him a soft flush on his face as he traced the corner of Louis’ eyes with his thumb, 

“Would we end up like this if we met earlier?” Harry smiles, kissing Louis’ mouth, “Yes. I’d be stupid enough to not pursue you.” Louis blushes, “Is that so?” 

“Fuck you’re so pretty. It’s crazy. I’m going crazy.” He says and Louis giggles spreading his legs as Harry slides inside him, “You’re so big.” 

“I know you can take me, Princess.” He groans and Louis gasps which is swallowed by Harry’s mouth, Louis locks his ankle around Harry’s butt before twisting them around so he’s on top, he bucks his own hip when he feels Harry deeper in this position, Harry groans, a large hand traveling up to rest on the bulge on the smaller boy’s stomach, he smirks before holding Louis’ waist, “I’m so deep inside you, sweetheart.” He rasps and Louis whines before moving himself on top, 

He gasps when Harry’s cock pokes on his prostate, “Touch me..Harry…Haz…please.” He cries, throwing his head back when Harry does exactly that, stroking his flapping cock, he rubs a big thumb on his tip, “You look so perfect riding me, my love. Fuck look at this, your needy little pussy and clit loves my cock so much.”

Louis leans down to kiss Harry’s mouth, “My body loves you so much. I love you.” He whispers gasping when Harry sucks his bottom lip, “Keep saying that.” The man whispers and Louis smiles, “I love you, I love you so much…oh.” He shudders when Harry stills, cock pulsating inside Louis until he’s filling him up. Louis whines and comes too between them.

“God I love you so much.” Harry whispers hugging him tightly, Louis hums eyes now blinking tiredly, he finally succumbs to sleep, Harry’s scent wrapped around him. 

******

“Hold my hand tight, LouLou.” Arabelle whispers and Louis looks down at her, she had her eyebrows crossed in worry and Louis’ heart actually did a backflip, she looked so much like Harry right now it was crazy, speaking of the man Louis turned to find Harry’s worried glance on him too, “Yes sweetheart, don’t worry we’re here for you.” 

If you’re wondering what’s going on it’s just Louis’ first flight jitters before the take off, “What if this crashes?” He asks and both Belle and her father look at each other before laughing, “I hate both of you.” He whispers and Harry sobers up before kissing his temple, “Honey, nothing will happen. I promise, it’s just a few hours. Besides me and Arabelle will protect you, right Belly?” He asks and Arabelle nods enthusiastically, “Yes mama don’t worry, we’ve got you.” Louis pouts and Harry kisses it off making Belle giggle. Louis blushes when a lady who was walking towards the aisle smiles at them. 

He nuzzles in Harry’s neck, “Thank you.” 

“Where’s my thank you?” Belle asks sassily and Louis giggles before leaning to peck her forehead, “Thanks my baby.” The girl grins before leaning back in her seat.

“Are you okay now?” Harry asks and Louis hums looking at the man, “I’m fine.” He whispers and Harry shakes his head, “Baby, I’m not talking about this.” 

“Oh that…yeah I’m feeling fine about it.” He says the paranoid feeling was still there but he was ignoring it. It was Belle’s birthday week and she deserves everything. 

“You promise?” Harry asks and Louis leans to kiss his cheek, “Yes…don’t worry, Haz.” 

*****

Disneyland was all sorts of perfect. The moment they stepped out of the airport into the soft buzz of Hong Kong. A Disney shuttle, complete with Mickey shaped windows, carried them toward Disney Explorers Lodge, nestled on Lantau Island.

Arabelle gasped as they walked into the grand lobby filled with tribal totems, lush greenery, and soft tribal music playing in the background. At the check-in desk, a cast member leaned over and handed Belle a birthday button with glittering gold letters.

“Happy early birthday, Princess Belle!” the cast member said with a wink. Belle grinned wide turning to look at Louis and Harry who smiled at her happiness, she squealed when Rapunzel strolled towards them, “Hello Princess Arabelle, I’m Rapunzel.” She greets and Arabelle nods, “You’re my favourite!” And then she hugged Rapunzel who giggled while hugging her, "I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here, we’ll see you later.”  

They were taken upstairs into their rooms, Harry booked them a two bedroom, one solely for Belle and one for them. “This is so beautiful!” Belle squeaks looking at her father who smiles, "You like it?” She nods hugging her father, “Thank you papa.” Harry coos crouching to hold her in his arms, "You don’t have to thank me, angel.” Louis’ heart melts at the adorable scene.

Later after they were freshened up, Dinner was at Chef Mickey, where the buffet was colorful and bursting with dishes from around the world. Belle even got to take a photo with Mickey himself, who kissed her birthday button and gave her a high four. And Louis knew it was gonna be a long day.

That night, Arabelle’s jet lagged hit her as she didn’t even demand for nighttime stories instead just slept. Louis laughed softly, covering her tiny body with the blanket. Harry leaned to peck her forehead. 

“Do you think she’ll love this?” Harry asks once they leave her room, Louis smiles at that gently intertwining his hands with Harry’s, “She already does. You’re an amazing father, Haz. Don’t worry she loves this.” He assures and Harry nods, kissing Louis’ head before yawning. “I’m so tired. That little ball of energy drained me.” He laughs and Louis giggles. 

“You love indulging into her whims.” 

“I do. She’s my little girl. She deserves everything. I can’t believe she’s turning eight tomorrow, Lou. She was just a baby when I held her, smaller than anything and now she’s turning eight. Next thing you know she’ll turn eighteen and then twenty eight and I don’t even know if I’ll be always there with her. Thinking about that stresses me so much.” He whispers and Louis blinks, He hugs Harry, “You’re so adorable with this rant of yours but let me tell you, honey, you’re not going anywhere and neither is she. Humans are supposed to age, Haz. You stressing yourself over something you can’t control is not gonna do anything. Aww you big softie.” Harry huffs when Louis just holds him tight. 

They sleep on their bed just like that. With Louis holding the bigger man tightly. 

*****

 Arabelle awoke to soft music playing and… balloons?

“Happy birthday, Bells!” her parents cheered. The little girl just blinked, Harry laughed at that, she was so adorable. 

The room had been transformed overnight courtesy of Arabelle being a heavy sleeper and Louis and Harry doing their best. Harry might be a perfect man but he was not the one for group projects. Louis can tell. 

Balloons floated near the ceiling. A plush Rapunzel sat on the table next to a small cake with sparkles. Arabelle clapped her hands with delight.

“Make a wish, sweetie.” Louis says softly and she nods, sincere green eyes at Louis and then Harry before she closes it and blows the candle, 

“What did you wish for?” Harry asks and she shakes her head, “If I say it won’t come true.” Harry laughs at that before getting more presents out, “Here. Happy birthday, Belly.” He kisses her cheeks and she claps her hand in excitement at all the gifts surrounding her. 

The entire day they go wherever Arabelle demanded. At last it was the fireworks and then belle was just getting a piggy back from her father as they returned to the hotel, 

“Best birthday..ever.” She mumbles sleepily. Harry chuckles, “You said that last birthday too with your missing front tooth.” Arabelle grins, drowsy green eyes now looking at Louis who just giggles, “It was the best birthday too, papa. But this one is the bestest.” 

“Is it because we saw Flynn Ryder?” Belle giggles, “No..okay maybe. But because LouLou is here with us. Love you, LouLou.” Louis’ heart stutters at that, “I love you too, Bells. Happy birthday.” She grins and then closes her eyes resting her head against her father’s back. 

Once in the room, Belle was fast asleep snoring even as Harry and Louis finished tucking her in. “What if I randomly leave?” Louis asks and Harry makes a face, “I’d search you up. I have money, I’ll follow you.” He shrugs, looping his arms around Louis’ waist, “That’s illegal, Officer.” The officer in question chuckles making shivers run through Louis’ spine, 

“Is it, now?” He says in a deep voice and Louis bites his lip, “You should handcuff me to your bed then. Make sure I don’t leave.” Harry smirks hands now trailing down to cup Louis’ ass, 

“Is that so? Should I just lock you up in my house, make you my captive and then use you whenever I feel like it?” He breathes nosing Louis’ jaw whose eyes flutter, “Yes. I-I got something for you.” 

“What is it, baby?” Harry mumbles kissing Louis’ ear, “We need to take a shower…I’m sweaty.” Louis whispers and Harry is now trailing his lips down from Louis’ ear to his neck, inhaling deeply, “I don’t mind.” Louis scrunches his nose, slapping Harry’s shoulder, “Gross.” 

“I have a feeling we're gonna get more sweaty, honey.” He mumbles but Louis’ already pulling him towards the shower. 

The shower is full of them teasing each other, intimate touches and kisses here and there. After a lot of whining, Harry finally pulls away from here coz of the ‘surprise’ Louis had for him. 

“Eyes shut Harry!” Louis hisses and Harry whines, “I want to see my beautiful baby! I haven’t had enough of him!” Louis rolls his eyes, his own blue eyes staring back at him through the mirror, he was wearing a light blue almost see through lingerie, a very feminine and provocative lingerie, his chest covered with intricate lace that shows his nipples, his eyes drop down to the lace covering his abdomen and then finally on the panties he was wearing underneath. He gulps, smoothening the fabric, his cheeks a rosey red as they stare back at him. 

His nervousness was sky high when Louis finally left the bathroom, he smiled when he saw Harry sitting on the edge of the bed with the towel wrapped around his lower abdomen, his fingers were drumming against his knees and his eyes were closed. Louis bit his lips and walked towards him. 

Once he was near Harry he leaned to hold Harry’s hand, “Not now.” He softly whispered pecking Harry’s lips, he takes on the man’s hand and then places it on his waist, eyes taking in the furrow formed between Harry’s brows, the man was feeling the material as he rubbed Louis’ waist, 

Harry leaned forward and kissed Louis’ abdomen making the smaller one gasp as he buried his hands inside the curls, “Can I please open my eyes, Princess?” He husks out and Louis hums, slowly Harry opens his eyes, blinking to take in Louis’ form. 

For a second they both are just silent, Louis’ fingers now tightening around the curls while Harry he’s…yeah he’s gone. He blinks rapidly, “Are you still gonna keep me captive?” Louis nervously jokes. He hates this, fuck this he should’ve never—

“I’m gonna buy lingeries for you, marry you, make you wear these for me every night and then breed you.” He breathes and Louis gasps Harry’s now pulling him closer, His mouth on Louis’ abdomen, “You’re such a sight, my god, Louis.” He breathes, “If you ask me to worship you right now, I won’t think twice.” He whispers, “Harry…Harry please.” Louis whimpers and the man is pulling him on his lap making him straddle it, 

Hands digging Louis’ hair as he smashes their mouths in a fierce kiss, Louis whines when Harry stands up, he thought the man was taking them to the bed but instead he starts walking towards the vanity, “I want you to see how fucking pretty you look wearing this while I breed your pussy…You make me insane, Louis.” He grunts nibbling on Louis’ bottom lip who moans digging his nails in Harry’s neck. 

Harry makes him sit on the table before pinning Louis' back to the mirror, their mouths refusing to detach from each other, the older man trails his mouth down from his jaw to his neck before finally pulling the strings of the lingerie down Louis' shoulder so that he could cup his chest, Louis whined he was sure there was a patch of wetness around his panty because of how he was so turned on. 

“Look at your little tits, sweetheart. Bet if I suck hard there’ll be milk leaking out from them, right, Princess?” He smirks, squeezing Louis’ chest, who whines, “Please.” 

“Does my girl want me to suck on your tiny little tits?” Louis nods, arching his back for Harry who leans down to do exactly what he said, suck on Louis’ nipples, he nibbles and lick while his other hand assaults the other one before switching and repeating it to the point where Louis shudders and comes. Harry just continues his assault until Louis shoves him gently, “N-No…..I want your cock.” He whimpers, pulling off Harry’s towel that was surprisingly wrapped around him, Louis pulls it off with his ankle shoving it down, Harry smirks and grabs the said ankles before kissing them. 

“Greedy little girl. My greedy little Princess. Fuck… mine. Only mine.” He grumbles kissing Louis’ abused chest once before kneeling in front of him, he kisses Louis’ thighs biting and sucking them until he reaches the area where Louis’ dying for him to touch, he kisses the wet patch, “Fucking wore panties for me too.” He whispers, hooking his fingers in the panties and pulling them down, “Look at how you wet your panties, Sweetheart.” He then leans to put his mouth on Louis’ hole but the boy whines putting his toes on Harry’s shoulder and stopping him.

“Honey?” 

“I-I want your cock, please. Please Harry.” Harry chuckles softly, his fingers grazing Louis’ dry hole, “Don’t you want me to eat your pussy out the way you like it, baby?” He asks eyes set on Louis’ glazed ones as he spits on Louis’ hole who shakes his head, “No.” Louis whispers dumbfounded. 

“You’re so cock drunk it’s crazy. My little slut.” And then he’s standing up to his full height, his cock almost slapping Louis who whines cupping it, he strokes the thick length looking at Harry. The man just clenches his jaw before grabbing Louis by his hips, pulling him off the table and turning him around, a loud smack resonates across the room followed by Louis’ loud moan. 

Harry stares at Louis’ eyes through the reflection, the sheer desperation and want on his face was insane, his fingers rubbed on Louis’ taint before sinking a finger in, Louis gasps hand tightening around Harry arm around his waist, the man was holding him upright, “Bet you can come just by one finger because of how needy you are, my love.” He whispers and Louis shakes his head, “Fill me up.” He begs and Harry smirks before biting his shoulder. 

Louis looked like an absolute wreck. Both strings of the lingerie were pulled until his elbows making his marked chest extremely exposed, his own cock leaking and poking through the material, his face was flushed and he looked fucked out despite the fact that Harry didn’t even fuck him yet. Harry would trade souls for this sight. Harry’s tanned arm around Louis’ pale abdomen was doing something to his brain and the fact that Louis’ feminine fingers were digging into his arms didn’t help. 

“You look so helpless. So fucking easy for me.” Louis’ moan gets muffled by Harry’s mouth who kisses him with extreme intensity, two of his fingers scissoring and opening Louis until Louis is scratching his arm, “E-Enough…please Haz..Harry. Harry fuck me. Please.” He cries, “Fuck.” The man whispers before pulling his hand out and then instantly rubbing his cock against Louis’ taint who moans, eyes rolling back once Harry sinks in. 

“Look at yourself, sweetheart.” Harry grabs his jaw squeezing it as he makes Louis look at his fucked out state, dark eyes falling on the bulge in Louis’ stomach, which was prominent despite the lace covering his abdomen, they both stare as it moves with Harry’s slow but deep thrust, “You’re taking me like a good girl, baby. Such a perfect princess.” He rasps now tilting Louis’s face so he can suck on the pretty boy’s lips, “Open.” He whispers and Louis blinks before following the order, 

Harry spits directly in his mouth before smashing their lips again, his other hand was holding onto Louis’ hips as he pounded inside, “I wish I could be inside you forever, sweetheart. Jesus Christ you look so fucking pretty.” He whispers, Louis squeaks when Harry removes himself, bends down to scoop the back of Louis’ knees, hooking his arms around it before sliding in. With every thrust the lace scrapes Louis’ cock making him hiss at the sensation.

In this position Louis could see Harry’s cock sliding inside him clearly, “Look at your debauched little cunt taking me in, so greedy aren’t you.” He grunts moving Louis up and down who whines his own hands were wrapped around the back of Harry’s neck, he moves his hand mouthing at Harry’s jaw, the scruff there scratching his sensitive face, he kisses there, “You’re so big, Haz.” He gasps licking Harry’s lips who smirks before kissing him properly, “Yeah? You like that? Your tiny little hole surely loves my cock doesn’t it, sweetheart.” 

“Y-Yes more…I want more.” He whimpers and Harry’s thrusts start getting harder, “Touch your clit for me, Princess.” Louis shakes his head, “Wanna come on your cock…so close, breed me. Wanna carry your children.” He whines and Harry grunts shifting Louis’ entire body hooking it by one arm under both his knees, Louis moans at the manhandling, Harry was tossing him as if he weighed Nothing and it turned the smaller boy more than anything. 

“My wife wants me to make him pregnant and that’s what he’ll get. Look at how small you are, doll. So easily manhandled.” Louis’ eyes roll back when the orgasm hits him out of nowhere, his cock spurting ribbons of cum all over the lingerie, “That’s it sweetheart, doing so good, baby.” Harry rasps. Louis whines snuggling in Harry’s neck once he’s done shuddering, the man lazily thrusts inside him, “U-Use me ‘arry.” Louis’ fucked out voice croaks, Harry grins, before moving them away from the mirror towards the bed, 

“I was planning to do that, dove. I'm too selfish when it comes to you.” He mumbles removing himself before depositing Louis on the bed on all his fours, Louis whines at the sudden emptiness, Harry’s already on him kissing him silent, he slaps Louis’ arse before sliding inside, Louis gasps against his mouth and Harry licks inside. He pulls back and bunches the lingerie tightly as he starts fucking in and out of Louis’ hole, he smirks slapping the jiggling flesh, Louis’ too fucked to even raise his head as he just gives up and rests his head on the bed moaning as Harry uses him, 

Suddenly Harry’s sliding an arm across his front and pulling him back by bunching the lace until Louis’ back is plastered to his front, he cups his chest flickering the sensitive nubs as his mouth mark Louis’ neck and shoulder, he nuzzles inside, “You smell so fucking good, taste even better.” Louis whines small hands coming to cup Harry’s face as he kisses him, “Cum for me, ‘arry.” He whines, tightening his hole around Harry who grunts and spills inside, thrusting sloppily. 

Harry presses his nose in Louis’ cheek grunting as he fills him up, once he’s done he realises Louis’ shuddering and spilling again, he chuckles making Louis hiss when his fingers touch his dribbling cock, “You came again. So sensitive. The night’s still young, doll.” He mumbles already hardening inside Louis who whines easily welcoming Harry’s tongue in his mouth. “You tore the lingerie, you animal.” Louis whispers and Harry bites his bottom lip slowly peeling the torn lingerie off Louis, “I’ll buy hundreds more, my pretty girl.” 

*****

Returning back to the town felt surreal especially after the almost dream-like vacation they had. 

“If I didn’t know better I would actually think you got pregnant or something.” Zayn comments, taking a few of the almonds and munching on them, Louis rolls his eyes, “What do you mean?” 

“It’s the glow. The vibes, babe. How many facials have you got?” He smirks and Louis scrunches his nose, “Gross! Do you have any Sha—” the doorbell rings and they both frown, “How whipped is your man to be here despite it being his shift right now?” Louis smacks Zayn’s shoulder, “Shut up. Why are you here anyways?” He grumbles going to check who it is, 

Once he opens the door it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who the blonde lady with a wide smile is, though it falters when she realises it’s not someone who she expected it to be. Her eyes dropped to Louis’ shirt or rather Harry’s shirt that Louis was wearing. Arabelle was literally a combination of both of them. 

“How may I help you?” Louis asks, voice professional and cold even to his own ears, the lady on the other side grins, “I’m Cami Winston. Arabelle’s mother!” She chirps. 

*****

“Honey I’m home!” Harry calls out entering inside, he grins when Arabelle runs towards him, “Papa!” With a chuckle he scoops her tiny body in his arms peppering her with kisses, “Where’s mama?” He asks but he doesn’t have to repeat twice because when he looks up it’s not Louis instead it’s Cami.

Cami as in his ex wife, her hair was much longer and she looked better than she did before. Harry frowns, “What are you doing here?” He asks protectively holding Belle who just snuggles in his neck, “Hi Harry… I know you must be confused but look, I-I’m sorry, H. I came back to ask for forgiveness—”

“Where’s my boyfriend?” He asks instead wide eyes glaring at the blonde who blinks, “Boyfriend? Oh-the nanny you mean?” 

“Haz.” At the voice Harry looks behind Cami, instantly relaxing when he sees his pretty boy walking towards them, Harry ushers him closer and he walks hesitantly until he’s near them, once he is The older man pulls him closer kissing his forehead, “Missed you both.” He mumbles, 

“I can’t believe you’re fucking the nanny.” The nasty voice which no one wants to listen to says and Harry sneers, “Language, Cami. Belly, how about you go to your room.” He asks and Belle nods, “I’ll go with her you should talk to her.” 

Harry frowns, “But—”

“Haz.” And that’s enough for the older man to agree,

“What are you doing here and he is not just the nanny, he’s my boyfriend.” He grits once they both are gone, “Look he is just the nanny and I simply reminded him of his place, how you’re still paying him and yeah.” She shrugs and Harry scoffs walking towards her, “Get out of my house, I’m going to marry that boy, Cami. And unlike you I know he’s never going to leave me or my daughter.” 

“I will file a case against you. I need to see my daughter too!” She screams and Harry chuckles, “You’re gonna file a case against the sheriff of this town? You sound absurd because the first thing they’ll ask you is where the fuck you were. Now fuck off and never show your face.” 

“Harry, look I’m Arabelle’s mom you don’t understand how important a mother is for a girl—”

“Same person who left and was gonna abort my Belle by the way.” Louis says, Harry blinks at that, his chest filling with pride when Cami halters, “E-Excuse me?” 

“You heard him, now get out of our house and never come back or trust me I won’t be as polite the next time.” Harry says and she clenches her jaw, “Arabelle is gonna grow up and realise that she has a faggot of a father who just sleeps—” her next words are a gasp as Louis slaps her, “Next time you call my boyfriend something so offensive I won’t hesitate to fight more.” Louis whispers, eyes a different shade of blue. 

“Get out, Cami.” Harry says and the woman just scoffs but picks her purse and leaves. 

The moment she’s out Harry’s mouth is on Louis, he grasps onto the back of his head fingers sliding in his hair as he kisses him, “That was so hot.” He whispers once they pull back, Louis smiles, “She was speaking a lot of shit about you, I couldn’t just stand there and take it. We have a lot of explaining to do to Belle.” He says nuzzling in Harry’s palms that were holding his face, 

“Yes we do. But before that I need to make sure Cami is out and Belle and you are safe. I need to make some calls and I’ll join you and Belle in her room, okay?” Louis nods, closing his eyes when Harry pecks his forehead.  

*****

The whole shenanigan with Cami took a slight toll on their relationship, Louis became clingier and more possessive. He was now openly leaving marks on Harry’s neck, the man more than happy to display them. 

“Stay away papa.” Arabelle grumbles wiggling her way between Harry and Louis as she pushes her father away, it was morning and they both had to leave, Belle for school and Harry on his duty and just like every other day Harry was kissing Louis goodbye except his daughter had other plans. 

“Bells?” Louis asks with a frown and Belle huffs, “Loulou, I heard it last night. Papa hitting you.” Both adults freeze, “Arabelle what are you talking about?” Harry asks kneeling in front of his daughter with a confused look, “Yes..Loulou was crying loudly and you-you were slapping him. I heard it.” She whispers, 

Louis flushes head to toe, embarrassment filling him as he looks at Harry with wide eyes, “O-Oh. Belle, uhm…I wasn’t hitting Loulou, baby. It’s just…I was massaging him?” He asks and Louis would laugh because Harry looked too adorable, his face was red too, 

“Y-Yes sweetie, I wasn’t crying for help.” He says and the girl pouts, “What’s that on your neck?” She asks and Louis slaps a hand on his neck, “I burnt my neck, baby. Don’t worry, your dad loves me too much to hurt me.” He winks and Harry chuckles bending to kiss Louis on his lips, “Yeah sweetie. I would never hurt Loulou or anyone, C'mere." He ushers and Arabelle falls in his arms with a pout. 

Once everything is settled down and Arabelle’s wearing her shoes Harry pulls Louis towards him by his waist, “We need to gag you from now onwards, sweetheart.” He rasps eyes darkening as he presses a thumb on Louis’ neck who lowly moans, “We do. Or….we can get a soundproof door?” Harry laughs leaning to kiss his mouth, “Smart boy. I’ll get that done by today.” 

“Okay….i can feel your cum trickle down my legs by the way.” He mumbles and Harry softly growls, “Don’t make me fuck you again Princess.” With a giggle Louis pushes the man away, “Go.” He whispers and Harry frowns but doesn’t turn his back as he starts walking backwards, 

“Let’s go out tonight you and me. Bells has a date with grams anyways, right, Belly?” Harry asks and the girl nods with a sparkle in her eyes, “Yes.” 

***** 

“Where are we going, Haz?” Louis asks looking around, they were way past the town, all Louis could see was trees after trees, “Remember when I told you my friend’s wife opened a new restaurant?” Harry asks with a smile on his face, though if Louis isn’t wrong it looks a bit wonky like he’s nervous, A large hand rests on Louis’ thigh softly caressing it, 

“Is it the one with Niall’s wife?” He asks and Harry looks at him with surprise in his green eyes, “How’d you Remember that?” Louis grins leaning to kiss the man’s scruffy cheeks, “I remember everything you say, love.” Harry bites his bottom lip at that, “I would kiss you right now but it’s kinda irresponsible.” Louis giggles and goes back to his seat. 

He sways his head side to side to the song playing on the radio until they reach this fancy looking restaurant, Harry gets out first to open his door, Louis thanks him with a kiss on his lips only for Harry to make it into a makeout sesh. 

“W-We need to go, Haz.” He whimpers and Harry hums, “Your lips are too pretty.” He whispers and Louis giggles reaching to wipe the gloss off Harry’s lips, “I need to reapply my gloss now.” He pouts and the sheriff chuckles. “Should I do it for you?” Louis blinks before nodding and handing the cherry flavoured gloss, the way Harry applies it with so much attention makes Louis giggle. He loves this man too much. 

They go in together and surprisingly the restaurant is completely empty. A server greets them, “Table for Mr and Mrs Styles, right sir?” He asks and Louis blushes when the man looks at their intertwined hands, “Yes.” Harry rasps pulling Louis even closer. 

Harry orders them food and wine and they both just talk and talk until Harry’s holding Louis’ hand in his own, “You know I mean it when I said I’m gonna marry you?” He says and Louis nods, he knows that the proposal is kinda far but he knows that Harry is genuinely it for him. 

“Ye—what are you doing?” He asks when the man grins and goes to his one knee, “H-Harry.” He whispers,

“Louis Tomlinson, When I saw you for the first time my first thought was this guy has to be some sort of angel because who looks like that on a daily basis? I was mesmerised and if that wasn’t bad enough I saw you with my daughter and everything just clicked. Then and there I knew you were going to be with me forever. So do you wanna be with me forever? Will you—oof!” Louis doesn’t let him complete instead jumps forward to cling onto Harry’s neck, “Yes yes yes. A million times yes, Harry.” He sobs and Harry chuckles rubbing a hand over his back, “Yeah? Didn’t even let me pop up the question, sweetheart. Will you marry me, baby?” He asks and Louis sniffs nodding his head, “Yes.” 

“Perfect. You’re perfect. Fuck I love you so much.” 

“I love you—mmph!” It wasn't a surprise when Harry started kissing him like his life depended on it.

****** 

Several years later…. 

“S-Stop it.” Louis grunts in his sleep. The large fucking paw on his chest doesn’t in fact stops instead Harry’s bow squeezing it as if it’s some stress ball the sensation causes Louis to jerk back not even surprised to find the hardness poking his back. “Please, Lou. It’s our anniversary.” Harry whines and Louis huffs, “I’m sleepy.” 

“Your body isn’t though. So eager for me.” He teases engulfing Louis’ earlobe to suck on it, making the said man arch with a loud gasp. “H-Harry the kids—” 

“They’re not here. Grams took them this morning.” That makes Louis open his eyes. He turns his head to find his husband’s green eyes half with lust and half with love staring at him, “You’re crazy.” He whispers inching his head back to brush his lips against the soft ones, Harry’s scruff tickling his skin, “Only for you.” With that he cups Louis’ jaw and encloses his mouth. 

Ten years with this man and it still isn’t enough for Louis, if he could he’d have Harry inside him all the time and he’s pretty sure Harry would want that too. 

He trails his hand down to rub Harry’s leaking hardness against his butt, years of knowing how Louis can never resist. “Get in me, Mr.Styles.” He whispers giggling when Harry slaps his butt, “Yeah?” Harry whispers back pushing the white lacy panties away while grazing the tip against Louis’ gaping hole, “P-Please get in me.” He begs and gasps loudly when Harry slides inside him, Louis didn’t need any prep because they already fucked last night not once but three times. 

“Fuck.” Harry groans, mouthing Louis’ neck, his hands now squeezing Louis’ chest even rougher than before, the other slides to cup the swollen part of Louis’ belly, “I wanna breed you, baby. Keep you pregnant all the fucking time.” He groans against Louis’ mouth who kisses him softly, “Do it. Make me pregnant.” Harry’s eyes flash before he’s snapping his hips faster, Louis’ whole body jerking at the force. “You’d love that huh? Letting everyone know that you’re my slut and how I fill you up every night? Fuck, this pussy belongs to me and only me ain’t that right, sweetheart?” He growls nibbling Louis’ bottom lip who nods, “Yes yes yes…Fuck… oh my…” Louis’ body convulses and he cums, 

“Tsk tsk, so selfish of you to come alone, my love.” He taunts and Louis whimpers, “I-More…Want more. Fill me up.” He sighs, hands digging in Harry’s hair as he rolls his hips, “Come on now, love. Breed me. Own me, Harry.” He whispers gasping when Harry’s hand tightens around his thigh, hips thrusting in ferociously before he grunts and spills inside. 

“Happy Anniversary, Mrs.Styles .” Harry rasps. Louis rolls over kissing his husband,

“Happy anniversary, dear husband.”