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"Daddy? Oh daddyyy!" Harry called out on wobbly knees, wearing nothing but a nappy and an oversized shirt; specifically his daddy's. It hadn't been long that Louis and him had established this special type of relationship.. Where Louis seems to take on the dominant role and while Harry is in his own little headspace. His age had ranged daily. Sometimes Harry was a quiet one year old, only fussing if he needed something. On other days when Harry was feeling a bit bigger, he was a very joyful lad who rarely ever had a tantrum. Louis loved when his little boy was like this.
Harry placed his hands on his hips with a pout, looking around the living room in attempt to find his daddy. Louis and him were currently playing hide and seek and Harry didn't find it fun at all anymore. "Daddy, I not gonna ask ag-" Harry's words were suddenly cut off by a fit of giggles, Louis appearing from his hiding spot and tickling his little boy with a large grin, "You're not gonna what princess? I'm sorry I couldn't hear you." Louis tried his best to contain his own laughter as he tickled Harry, the boys laughter just making Louis' heart melt. "I-I sorry!" Harry shouted, laughing loudly while trying his best to escape the tickle monster, breathing heavily when Louis subsided his tickling.
Louis sat down on the floor with a smile, pulling his princess in his lap and brushing Harry's bangs away from his face, sneaking a small kiss. "Hawwy couldn't find you." Harry pouted, straddling Louis' waist and frowning, allowing his fingers to run through his short hair. "Mh... Well princess isn't that the point of hide and go seek? You're suppose to find the hider, right?" Louis asked with a raised eyebrow, watching his little ones actions fondly. Harry hummed and thought to himself quietly, "Hawwy don't like hide n' seek. Can't find daddy." He said softly, wrapping his arms around Louis and snuggling his head in his neck.
Louis sighed softly, rubbing his baby's back to calm him down a bit. He could tell Harry was getting a bit fussy and might need a nap sooner or later, "Tell you what, how about you watch cartoons while daddy fixes you some mac and cheese. Sound good, pumpkin?" Louis asked, snaking his arms around Harry's waist and hugging him tightly. Harry giggled, pulling away with that dimpled grin while nodding, "Wanna watch Max and Ruby!" He shouted in excitement, Louis placing a finger over his baby's lips to quiet him down a bit. Harry just grinned, attempting to bite at Louis' finger and roll off his lap.
Louis gasped in shock, holding his finger close to him from the sudden bite Harry had given, shaking his head in disappointment. He knew Harry didn't know better, but he still didn't find it acceptable, "Harold, do you think it's very polite to bite daddy?" Louis questioned in a stern voice, staring at Harry seriously. Harry looked up from his lap, the grin soon leaving his face as his eyes filled with tears all of a sudden. Louis definitely knew Harry was in need of a nap now.
"Hawwy's bad! Daddy no love Hawwy!" Harry wailed, tears rushing down his now pink cheeks. Louis shook his head, hugging Harry tightly and trying his best to calm the little one down, shushing him in the process. "Sh, sh. Harry's not bad.. Daddy loves his Harry so very much, you hear that baby? You make daddy so proud I could never not love you." Louis whispered frantically, Harry's words practically shattering his heart.
Harry sniffled, his breath short and shaky as he cried into his daddy's shirt, making it all wet. He cried and cried until tears no longer came, rubbing his eyes and resting his head in his daddy's chest. It had been a long day for him playing with his toys and the usual activities he had with Louis. With all of the crying Harry had a little bit of understand of how he was not bad, leaving him ready to take a nap, "Daddy, hawwy's sleepy." He mumbled, closing his eyes and yawning.
Louis stood up carefully with his baby in his arms, heading over to the couch and sitting down with Harry in his lap, gently rocking the boy back in forth while singing him a little lullaby. Every once in awhile he would whisper how proud he was of Harry or how much he loved him, wanting the boy to feel as much love as possible.
Once Harry had fallen asleep, he wiped away the now dried tears from his baby's face. He had expected him to fall asleep sooner or later. Louis grabbed the blanket next to them and wrapped it around Harry, laying him down and snuggling right next to him on the couch. He then leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, "Sleep well my princess." With that Louis was also sound asleep with Harry tucked in his arms.