"I'm sorry Harry... I-I had a dream..." Louis' hand found its way to his groin, hiding his boner as a blush graced his cheeks.

Harry smirked as he sat next to the small boy, turning so he was facing the sixteen-year-old.

"Oh yeah. What made you hard baby?"

Harry didn't know if he was pushing it, after all, they had only been on one date. But he took a chance, moving to straddle the small boy. Louis squeaked, eyes widening and pupils darkening.

"Harry!"

"Oh, I made you hard?" The curly haired man teased ever so slightly grinding against the sixteen-year-old.

"I didn't mean it like tha-mmmm." Harry cut the small boy off with a soft kiss. Kissing was still new territory, but Harry was looking forward to Louis gaining confidence in that department.

Louis moaned into Harry's mouth; the man tasted like peppermint gum, something Louis had learnt Harry chewed after a long day at the office. It was a substitute for cigarets; Harry was four-years-clean.

Louis didn't know if he was kissing well, but he knew he was enjoying the loving kiss. His body fell pliant as Harry was straddling him, arms on either side of the boys head.

But, all good things must come to an end, and this end was embarrassing. A small voice interrupting their sweet kissing.

"Daddy? Is Louis going to be my new mummy?"

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Louis had never pushed someone off him faster. Well, Louis had never pushed someone of himself, period. But that was beside the point.

What mattered was that he had literally just pushed the curly haired man onto the floor because of the fright Darcy had given him. To be honest, he forgot the girl lived here, too caught up in his Larry kiss.

Lottie had labelled the two Larry Stylinson. Cute.

Louis' eyes widened as he stared at the bundle of limbs on the floor, "oh lord. Harry. I'm sorry."

The curly haired man laughed, brushing himself off as Louis helped him up. "Don't worry." He smiled sweetly, sending a wink Louis' direction before turning to the small girl staring at the two expectantly still waiting for her answer.

"Darce. Why you up babe?" Harry asked, avoiding her question. But, his daughter was smart.

"Daddy! Answer me." She stamped her foot adorably.

The curly haired man rolled his eyes fondly as he picked the little girl dressed in a pink butterfly onesie up and onto his hip.

"No. Louis isn't going to be your new mummy..." There was a pause, Harry then whispering very quietly, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. "Yet."

But Louis heard, and he smiled.

"Then why were you and Lou-Lou kissing?" She enquired, pointing her pink-polished finger at the caramel haired boy.

Harry sighed, her daughter was stubborn. A trait she had learnt from Harry - he could be stubborn when he wanted.

"Well, you see Darcy.... Daddy likes Louis... and when you like somebody. Like, like them more than friends. You kiss them." Harry explained as he walked towards Louis, passing the girl to the caramel haired boy when she made grabby hands towards him.

"Does that mean you're my Daddy's boyfriend, Lou-Lou?" Darcy asked cheerfully, obviously not objected to the idea.

Louis chuckled, ready to answer that question with a no - but before he could reply Harry was speaking up. What he said left the small boy speechless.

"Well, if Lou-Lou wants to be my boyfriend. Then I would like that."

Did Harry just ask him to be his boyfriend?

"Lou-Lou, be Daddy's boyfriend! Pleeeease pleaase say yes."

Louis smiled at the girl in his arms; this is not how he expected to be asked to be someone's boyfriend, but, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"I would love to Harry."