#larry future

[iloveularrystylinson]

I can't wait for the day when it will be real 😍

[larryandniamlibary]

Meddling Sometimes Ends In The Best Ways

Meddling Sometimes Ends In The Best Ways

One in which Louis Tomlinson is a nurse and his two little sisters, Daisy and Phoebe, introduce him to their teacher's assistant, Mr. Harry Styles. Basically, they meddle in Louis' love life and he couldn't be any happier.

[droppingtheveilofmaya]

they might put new album out two years from now though. and tbh the news will be so big that no one would want to jump into heavy promo season just after this.

The 6th album could be released (and I honestly hope so) later than late 2016. They will be free from touring next year, which is already a lot, but I’m sure they’d like to take some time for themselves, both privately and professionally, and finally some time to work on an album that will be essential for their future careers. This fandom is so used to releases in November, but I promise there are other months when artists have their albums out. If it’s not going to be November 2016, it might easily be March 2017, May 2017… I can absolutely be wrong and Louis and Harry will have any right to wait as long as they want, but I personally doubt they’ll live another entire year in the closet, be it a regular or a glass one.

[indiedying]

CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE HARRY AND LOUIS' CHILDREN MAKING THEM FATHERS DAY CARDS AND THEY WRITE THINGS LIKE "THANK YOU DADDIES FOR MAKING IT THROUGH THE TOUGH YEARS" LOOK AT THAT IM CRYING OOPS

[shutupsexual-blog]

Harry stood at the light switch, his hand hovering over the button as he looked out over the two children lying in bed, the covers pulled up to their chins. At 26, Harold had grown from boy into man, grown a few inches taler, gained more muscle definition, with his fair share of tattoos, though the boyish grin still remained.

"Daddy, wait." Elle sat up, her blue-green eyes looking at him, half hidden behind heavy lids. "You hafta tell us a story." there was a slight whine to her tone, but it couldn't be held against the brunette four year old. She'd inherited Harry's curls, a crazy mass around her head that often tangled, and was more trouble than it was worth. Harry hid a smile as James' head lifted too, blinking blearily, but agreeing with his older sister.

"It was close to Halloween, like it is now, and we were carving pumpkins, me and the rest of the boys, a long, long time ago." he said, his hands tickling their sides, and waiting until the giggles subsided to continue with his story. "Niall liked to joke about how he was the best pumpkin carver in the world, even though we knew he wasn't. Everyone but Uncle Liam was just doing silly things on their pumpkins, even just messing around with each other. No one knows how it happened, but Uncle Niall sliced his hand on the knife he had." he ruffled James' dark hair at the gasp he made, brushing a kiss to the top of his head, wondering, not for the first time, why Niall was using a steak knife to carve a pumpkin back then.

His lips curved into a wry smile. "Everyone was freaking out and running around, except for Uncle Liam, and he wrapped up Uncle Niall's hand in a towel, and then drove us all to the hospital. They patched him up right good, but we got into some trouble with our music managers, since Niall wouldn't be able to hold the microphone for a while, and he'd have to be careful on his hand." he paused, as the two settled onto his chest, and he tightened his hold on them slightly, before letting them be. "We were taking a stop in Brighton around that time, and our managment decided we needed to go to a local haunted house, to show that Niall was okay."

James made a noise, like a mewling cat, and hid his face in Harry's chest. "Uncle Zayn was boasting about how he wasn't scared, so we let him lead us. Liam was standing close to Niall, making sure his hand would stay okay." the kids made noise of agreement, they knew how protective their Uncle Liam could be. He paused, and took a breath before continuing his story, his voice soft and low, almost lulling the kids to sleep.

It felt good to remember.

"Lou wasn't with us, he was with Eleanor, doing something, I forget what." he held in the shrug, even though he was lying. He knew what they were doing: flouncing around for the press, taking pictures with each other, with fans. Harry shook his head slightly, curls falling onto his face.

"Quite a few girls noticed us." he finally said, after a moment of silence, that he wasn't sure if the kids had fallen asleep yet. Elle's hand had curled into his shirt, and James had all but thrown himself across his father's torso. "Even though it was quite chilly outside, and we all had our coats buttoned up to our noses." James shifted slightly, and looked up at him with sleepy blue eyes. "The house was like a maze, except it wasn't dark, and we all stayed together, and had to take pictures with quite a few girls throughout the walk." he snickered at the memory of telling the people in the house to wait so they could take a picture.

"Then there was lots of commotion and shouts behind us, so we were curious. Then Lou ran up, his coat open, his face red, unable to catch his breath, even when we tried to ask him what was happening. There was still lots of shouting behind them, and then Eleanor ran up, too, but before she could grab him, he grabbed me, and gave me a proper kiss, right in front of everyone." he laughed slightly, and there was giggles from the kids, and he opened his mouth to finish his story when words were spoken by the man standing in the doorway.

"Harold." Louis said, chastising him the same way he would the kids, though there was a smirk on his face. "It's too late to be telling them any stories." Harry laughed, and disentangled himself, picking up James and setting him on his bed.

"But it's my favorite story, Daddy!" Elle said, from where she was cocooned in her blankets, her voice sleepy.

Louis smiled, and turned out the lights.

"Mine too."