Caught [l.s] (boyxboy)

IM Domestic (one-shot)

(the first larry video i ever saw and basically the thing that inspired my obsession with harry and louis in the first place)

guys ok no this story is over I JUST I-

I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED HERE I JUST WANTED TO WRITE A LARENT ONE SHOT AND THIS FIC WAS IN MY WORKS AND MY FINGERS SLIPPED AND NOW THIS IS HERE JUST PLEASE FORGIVE ME I MISS THIS STORY SO FUCKING MUCH YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND IUHJK BSFAKA

i apologize but to explain: this takes place like a few years after where i ended this story and it's basically a cutesy one shot in the same universe and it's gonna be sickeningly domestic and this will not spiral out of control ok im still deciding if i want to actually continue this series or not so we'll see if this one shot extinguishes my need to write for these characters.

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"Nappy?"

"In the bag, Lou."

"Which one? There's like - six. There's six bags."

Harry huffs. It strangely resembles the sound of a kitten sneezing - Louis doubts this is a coincidence. "The pink one."

"Okay, well. Can you get it?"

"No, I'm trying to-"

"I'm going to drop her."

Harry brushes past Louis almost immediately, rustling through the bag in question with a grunt. "Don't even joke about that."

Louis scoffs, shifting a very fussy Emberly in his left arm and poking at the exposed skin of Harry's back with the other. "You know I wouldn't actually drop her, right?"

"You almost dropped Cameron once."

"That is not true. He slipped-"

"That's dropping."

"-out of my hands, but luckily, I caught him before he hit the ground."

"Louis. Don't even know why I trust you to be holding her right now, Christ." Louis frowns, clutching Emberly closer to his chest as Harry makes grabby hands at her, cooing with a tone reserved especially for their daughter - Emberly makes a noise that's somewhere in between a whine and a cough. Louis takes that as a sign that she wants nothing to do with Harry, and tells him as much.

Before Harry can respond, though, Paisley pokes her head in. "Dads. We need to leave."

"Time 's it?" Louis is too caught up in wiping spit-up from his shirt to look at the clock himself, only mildly disgusted - he likes to think of himself as a professional parent at this point, in fact - and he can hear Harry zipping up what he assumes is Emberly's bag.

"Time to go."

Louis glances over at her, prepared to ask her to gather Camren's things for him, but he has to do a double take. A triple take, even. "Are you wearing makeup?"

Paisley's cheeks heat a pretty pink color, and she ducks her head, hiding behind her hair in a way that's so achingly familiar at this point that Louis doesn't even think twice about it - she's so much like Harry that it hurts sometimes.

"Just a bit," she mutters. Louis looks to Harry incredulously, but Harry only stares back with fondness - what a terrible excuse for a husband he has, honestly.

"You're eleven. You don't need to be wearing makeup," Louis grunts. He's perfectly aware of how he sounds, and he completely expects it when Paisley's eyes dart up to meet his in a hard glare.

"I'm not a baby."

"Let her alone, Loui-"

"This isn't up for discussion. No makeup. Where did you even get it, anyway?"