Harry And Louis Have A Kid But Aren't Together Anymore But Everytime Louis Get The Kid Back To Harry

harry and louis have a kid but aren't together anymore but everytime Louis get the kid back to harry he stays and they fuck

"Tired him out at the park?" Harry asks, holding the door open so Louis can come in, their four year old slumped into his shoulder. His dark curls are sticking up a little all over the place, cherub face slacked in sleep.

"He's going to be a footie legend. I'll telling you, Haz. Fucking magnificent." Louis praises in a hushed whisper, handing over the overnight bag with a grin. "Legendary."

"Did you feed him anything other than chicken nuggets?" Harry rolls his eyes fondly, shuts the door behind them witha solid click, the lock automatic.

"Yeah, 'course. Did the whole routine, bath and cuddles before this." Louis rolls his eyes, leads the way as the pair of them go to put their son down. Kisses to forehead and Harry turns on the white noise machine while Louis pulls the Peter Pan blanket up over the toddler's shoulders, makes sure he's in tight, before the sneak out the door and softly shut it behind them.

"I'll be back on Thursday to get him, alright? Same time?" Louis asked, starts making his way slowly towards the front.

"Louis," Harry murmurs, that low tone drawn out, accent thick. Louis knows what it's all for even before he turns, doesn't stop him from inhaling sharp at the sight of Harry opening his robe. He isn't even wearing lingerie this time, just naked skin and a splatter of familiar tattoos.

"Hazza." Eyes roving, Louis settles back on Harry's flushed cheeks, his bitten bottom lip.

"You could stay," Harry grins a little devilish, an angel with horns.

"I could." Louis agrees, of course he does. What the fuck else is he supposed to say when Harry arches his back a little like that?

"You should." Backing towards his open bedroom door, Harry beckons with his finger.

"Alright." Louis sheds his jacket on the way. He won't be leaving for a while.