soft daddy Louis when Harry's had a long/bad day! just wants to make his baby feel good!
I FINALLY FINISHED THIS!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! I DIDN’T MEAN FOR IT TO BE SO LONG OR FOR IT TO JUST, LIKE, BE THIS WAY IN GENERAL. IT TOOK FOREVER. I AM SO SORRY. WARNING 4 SOME NOT-TOO-FILTHY SMUT AHEAD.
Louis’s got a bad habit of fallingasleep on the sofa — to be fair, it’s a greatsofa — and, consequently, spends a lot of time getting an earful over howawful it is for his back, as if Harry’s nottwenty-three going on eighty.
Which is why it’s a bit strangewhen, rather than being prodded at unceremoniously, Louis awakens to Harryspilling into the tiny space between Louis’s body and the edge of the seatcushion, carefully arranging himself to fit. His arms slide around Louis’smiddle, and Louis chuckles as he ducks his chin, buries his nose into Harry’shair and inhales shampoo and summer-musk.
“You’ll fall, love,” Louis murmurs,even as he winds an arm over Harry and shifts farther back into the couch,tugging Harry in closer. Harry only hums disinterestedly and tilts his chin upwith a languid blink.
“Can I have a kiss, Daddy?” heasks. Louis obliges, soft-lipped and easy, brushing his knuckles over Harry’scheek. He’s been Daddy for years now,but it never stops feeling like a gift, like something he needs to keep safeand secure behind his heart, because Harry’s trusted him to do so.
Eventually, Louis tugs Harry’s headback with his fingers wound into his hair. His brow furrows.
I’ve got asixth sense for these things, Louis’s joked, always know when my Hazza needs me. My baby.
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