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Husband: Someone who has your back when you need it but knows when to get the hell out of your way when he has to.
Louis hated Mondays. Seriously, who in their right mind decided the week should start on a Monday? It’s the worst. Nobody has time for a Monday, especially when it means his husband and kids would be gone for most of the day.
Maybe it was just a millennial thing to complain about Mondays, but he missed his husband and their two perfect little angels. Sometimes, anyway.
In the kitchen, Louis was packing lunches when he felt a pair of soft lips at his neck. “Baby, we don’t have time for this! I need to finish packing lunches and get your kids to school on time.” He tilted his head slightly, giving Harry more access while still trying to focus.
“So now they’re just my kids? I recall you in the hospital, breaking my hand and cursing me out while they were making their grand entrance,” Harry teased, hands roaming down to Louis’s hips.
Louis rolled his eyes, not at Harry’s words, but at the distracting antics. He had to put a stop to this before—
“Good morning, Mommy and Daddy!” shouted their seven-year-old daughter, Sophia, bursting into the room.
Louis quickly pushed Harry away and shot him a glare. “Good morning, baby girl! Ready for another exciting week of learning?” He adjusted Sophia’s uniform and hair while she settled down with her waffles. She hummed in response as he watched Harry finish packing lunches.
Sitting down to his own food, Louis felt a mix of gratitude and exhaustion. He adored his kids, but he was relieved they were finally old enough for school. The endless questions they asked sometimes pushed him to his limit.
“Where’s Sebastian?” Harry asked, glancing around the kitchen.
Louis looked up, realizing their son was taking longer than usual. Sophia shrugged, “He’s finishing homework he forgot to do yesterday.”
Harry raised an eyebrow at Louis. “I thought you were supposed to check their bags for anything important.”
Louis shot him a look. “Excuse me, Mr. Styles, but that’s your job, not mine.”
Harry waved him off and went to check on Sebastian. Louis felt a headache coming on, and it was still early. He glanced at the clock—five minutes until they had to leave. He quickly cleared their plates.
“Harold, come on! We need to go, or they’ll be late again. I don’t want to be stuck in the drop-off line or have Blair try to sell me on her MLM again!”
As Louis adjusted his dress and made sure he had everything in his purse, Sebastian body-slammed him from behind.
“Well, good morning, Seb!” Louis kissed the top of his son’s head, straightening his uniform.
Sebastian grinned, putting on his shoes. “Daddy finished my homework but said I can’t tell anyone. He promised to get me new Legos after school!”
At this point, Louis just wanted to get the kids to school and start his own day. “It’s whatever, hon. Let’s go, and we can talk about it later.”
Harry reappeared, fixing his hair in the mirror while eyeing Sebastian. He bent down to pick up Sophia. “When I say don’t tell anyone, that includes your mom.”
Sebastian put a hand on his chest in mock offense, just like Louis did when he felt betrayed. “I could never keep secrets from mommy!”
Louis beamed at that, then leaned over to kiss Harry. “Have fun at work and don’t miss me too much.”
Harry smiled back, a goofy look on his face. “Just don’t spend too much money today, darling.” Before Louis could retort, he was ushering the kids out the door, blowing one last kiss to his husband before driving off.
Happy Monday!
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“Did you hear what Sharon just got done?”
Louis was having lunch with his best friend, Taylor. They’d known each other since grade school, but their relationship had started as a rivalry. From academics to boyfriends, they were always competing, each convinced they were better than the other. This friendly feud continued until their sophomore year of college, when something shifted between them.
~
Both Louis and Taylor excelled in college, consistently earning top marks and nearly identical scores. But everything changed when Louis met a certain curly-haired, green-eyed frat boy who would become his husband and baby daddy. Taylor claimed she spotted him first, but Louis was convinced he’d been eyeing Harry Styles long before she ever did.
They were at a party thrown by Harry’s frat to celebrate the end of the semester. Louis had planned to unwind with a drink or two and then head home—he wasn’t much for partying. That all changed the moment he laid eyes on Harry: a Greek god with striking green eyes, charming dimples, and that infuriatingly adorable snapback. Louis had heard the name Harry Styles and knew of his reputation, but he had dismissed it as hype.
That was the one time Louis ever admitted he was wrong.
As Louis prepared to saunter over and pretend to spill his drink, he spotted his blonde frenemy making her way toward him. Not one to back down, he decided on a different approach. He knew he looked sexy as hell tonight, and he was great at grabbing attention. Striding confidently onto the dance floor, he made sure Harry could see him. In his lilac skirt that hugged his curves perfectly, he swayed his hips, closing his eyes to immerse himself in the rhythm. The buzz from the drink he’d had earlier gave him an extra boost of confidence, fueling his allure.
He felt a pair of large hands slide around his hips from behind, and a knowing smile tugged at his lips. He didn’t need to look to know who it was; the size, the grip—it could only be him. He loved how small he felt in this man’s hold, and the frat boy’s presence made him feel that way effortlessly. Pushing his hips back into the man’s crotch, he tipped his head against the firm chest behind him, a tease blooming in his mind.
He ground against him, slow and deliberate, licking his lips as he felt the hands tighten, a clear sign his teasing was working. But then, without warning, those hands held him still. Before he could process it, the frat boy’s hips surged forward, and the intensity of the thrusts left him breathless. The sudden shift had him so hard beneath the thin lace of his panties, his body responding eagerly to the rough attention.
In a blur, he was spun around, now face-to-face with the green-eyed man who towered over him. The frat boy’s gaze was predatory, eyes dark with desire as if ready to devour him. Louis nearly buckled when the guy smiled—a devilish grin that revealed deep-set dimples. Up close, Harry was even more striking, his features sharp and devastatingly handsome, exuding heat. Louis couldn’t tear his eyes away from him, feeling a primal urge building inside. He wanted to drop to his knees right there, to worship every inch of him, especially the bulge he could already feel pressing against him.
“You should be arrested for how good you look in this skirt, baby,” Harry spoke for the first time, his deep voice sending shivers down Louis’ spine. If Louis thought he was on the verge of passing out before, this sealed it—Harry's voice was rich, dripping with the kind of raw sex appeal that could make anyone weak, even if the line was cheesy. But in that moment, Louis didn’t care. His heart raced, and every inch of him was buzzing with desire.
Harry's thigh pressed firmly between his legs, and Louis ground down hard, unable to stop himself. The friction was so perfect, so intense, that he was sure he could come right there in front of the crowd of drunken partiers. He bit his lip, barely holding it together.
“As much as I love seeing you like this, baby, I want you all to myself,” Harry whispered, his breath hot against Louis’ ear. “Do you want to go up to my room?”
Louis didn’t hesitate. The second he nodded, they were off the dancefloor, and before he knew it, he was being tossed onto a bed with Harry standing over him, eyes filled with hunger and determination. There was no going back—they were both completely lost in the moment.
That night, Louis rode Harry’s cock like there was no tomorrow. Every movement was pure heat, pure need. Harry made him keep the skirt on, murmuring something about how perfect he looked in it, with the playful promise to pay for the dry cleaning the next day. But neither of them cared about that now—they were too far gone, tangled in lust, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.
~
A month after that unforgettable night, Louis knew he had found the one—his future husband. There was no doubt in his mind: Harry was the man he would marry. And if Harry didn’t wife him up soon, Louis was fully prepared to threaten his precious motorcycle, the one he never stopped talking about.
As for Taylor, she had come to terms with the fact that Harry was Louis' soulmate and backed off gracefully. It wasn’t long before she found her own husband, a lovable himbo football player named Travis, who would eventually father her three children.
But back to the moment at hand. Louis leaned in toward Taylor, eyes wide with curiosity. “No! Tell me! Come on, what did Sharon do this time?”
Taylor took a slow sip of her drink, savoring the drama she was about to drop. “So, she said she went to some place in Mexico to get her eyes done. We all thought she couldn’t afford Dr. DeRosa anymore. Remember that?”
Louis squinted, thinking back to one of their previous gossip sessions. “Yes, yes, go on.”
Taylor leaned in, lowering her voice dramatically. “Well, it wasn’t about money. Are you ready for this? She went to change her eye color. Like, her actual eye color!”
Louis gasped, his disbelief palpable. “They do that? Is that even legal?”
Taylor shrugged, leaning back in her chair. “Apparently it’s legal—just not in the States. But wait, there’s more!”
Louis blinked, astonished. "More? What could be crazier than that? Come on, spill before the server comes back."
Taylor glanced around, making sure no one was listening, and then dropped the real bomb. “So, Sharon’s always been jealous of you, right?”
Louis rolled his eyes. “Obviously. That woman’s been jealous since day one. Go on.”
“Well, Carl said Sharon showed your picture to the doctor and got your exact shade of blue for her new eyes!”
Louis burst out laughing so loudly that people at the next table turned to look. “I knew she was obsessed with me, but this? I mean, who wouldn’t be? Honestly, I’m flattered—not even creeped out.”
Before Taylor could respond, the server appeared to take their food orders. While Taylor gave hers, Louis just smiled and admired the sky and the fluffy clouds overhead.
“And for you, ma’am?” the server asked, turning to Louis.
Louis smiled sweetly, shaking his head. “Nothing for me, thanks.”
The server left, and Taylor frowned. “Wait, I thought you were starving. Why didn’t you order anything?”
Before Louis could answer, a man approached their table, holding a small plate. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, his voice kind. “I saw you sitting here and thought you looked really pretty in that sundress, so I brought you this piece of raspberry cheesecake. I’m not asking for anything in return. I just wanted to treat a cute girl like you to something sweet.”
Louis smiled, his charm in full effect. “Thank you, kind sir.”
The man nodded, smiling back before walking away.
Taylor rolled her eyes, unable to hide her amusement. “I cannot believe people still buy you things. Do they not see that gorgeous ring on your finger?”
Louis took a bite of the cheesecake, savoring it. “Taylor, darling, I don’t buy food. It gets brought to me.”
Taylor sighed, shaking her head as their conversation shifted back to gossip. When her food arrived, they shared stories, laughed, and made plans for a playdate with their kids before parting ways, their bond as tight as ever.
💅🏼
Let’s get one thing straight: Louis absolutely adores his children. Sure, they might annoy him sometimes, but they are his world, and he’d do anything for them. Which included standing outside with the other parents to pick them up from school.
He didn’t spend nine months swollen, gassy, and 12 hours in labor for nothing. He loves those little gremlins to death, even when they push him to his limits.
Louis and Harry actually do remember the night their kids were conceived. It wasn’t Louis’ fault, though, he blames the good weed Harry brought home from a friend at work. Louis always forgets that when he’s high, he gets ridiculously turned on. But who could blame him when his husband is that hot? One broken condom and seven years later, here he is, standing outside their kids' school, waiting to pick them up.
He was busy texting Harry (dirty things, of course) when someone stepped up beside him.
“Louis! Oh my gosh, it’s been so long. How have you been?”
He looked up from his phone and saw Caroline. Ugh. If there was one person Louis could happily ignore for the rest of his life, it was her. She was as fake as they come and had been after Harry since they first enrolled the kids in this school. To make matters worse, her children were terrors, always picking on Sophia and Sebastian. Bullying his babies? Unforgivable.
Louis flashed a tight smile, responding with his signature sweetness. “Oh, you know, just the usual. A little of this, a little of that. How about you? Found yourself another married guy to seduce?”
Caroline gasped, clearly offended, but before she could retaliate, Louis was saved by a much-needed distraction.
“Mommy! Mommy! I learned so much today, and I got a gold star because I knew all my spelling words!” Sophia was bouncing with excitement, and Louis couldn’t help but feel immensely proud. Of course, credit to Harry for actually helping her practice.
These are the moments, Louis thought, where being a mom is everything.
“That’s amazing, baby! I told you all that practice with Daddy would pay off,” he said, grinning.
“Daddy always says you’re right,” Sophia added with a little giggle.
Louis bent down to kiss her cheek, scanning the area to spot Sebastian. But before he could find him, Caroline chimed in again, reminding him of her unwanted presence.
“Oh, Louis, she just gets cuter and cuter! Say, before you go, I was wondering if—”
But Louis had already spotted Sebastian making his way over. Grabbing both his kids’ hands, he looked back at Caroline, his smile now gleaming with mischief. “I’d love to stay and chat about your cheating husband and terrible nose job, but I’ve got Pilates.”
And just like that, the Styles family made their swift exit, leaving Caroline speechless and Louis feeling fabulous.
💅🏼
Louis and Florence go way back—further even than he and Taylor. At this point, they consider themselves sisters. Their moms had been best friends and decided to have kids around the same time, which led to Louis and Florence being attached at the hip ever since. Florence, now a single mom of one, is someone Louis admires endlessly. He could never imagine raising his two kids alone without Harry; he’d lose his mind.
They’d always had a blast together, especially back in college when they used to make out at bars just to keep the creeps away. Harry, the man he is, gets adorably grumpy whenever Louis brings up his wild college days.
Now, here they are at 32, thriving in life, and Louis has convinced Florence to take pilates with him. By "taking pilates," of course, he means sitting on the floor pretending to do whatever the hell pilates is. The only reason he signed up in the first place was to get the free headband and bag they were offering.
He had planned to cancel the membership, but Harry—ever the practical one—had gone on a rant about cancellation fees, reckless spending, and something about budgeting. To be honest, Louis wasn’t really paying attention, especially since Harry was balls deep inside him at the time. The next morning, though, he’d agreed to keep the membership, but only if Florence joined him. He’d bribed her with the promise of the best homemade cake she’d ever had (which it was, thanks to Harry).
“I can’t believe you said that to Caroline,” Florence said, stretching her legs out on the mat.
Louis mimicked her stretch, looking over. “I had to get out of there somehow, and besides, I did have to come to pilates, so it wasn’t entirely a lie.”
Florence smacked his arm lightly. “Mentioning her nose job and cheating husband, though? Don’t you think that was a bit harsh?” Always the more reasonable one.
Louis tilted his head, rubbing his chin like he was deep in thought. “Not when her kid keeps bullying my babies. She should focus on fixing that instead of trying to sleep with married men.”
Florence took off her shoes and laid back on her mat. “Oh right, I forgot about that. They still haven’t done anything about it?”
Louis sighed and lay back as well, staring at the ceiling. “Harry and I are going to talk to the school again. But honestly? I think her son has a crush on Sebastian, and that’s no way to show someone you like them.”
“I could always kick the dad’s ass,” Florence offered, ever the ride-or-die friend.
Louis snorted, unable to hold back a giggle. “Or you could have him eat your ass and then blackmail him.”
Florence turned her head, eyes wide with disbelief. “Why the hell would I want my ass eaten? You know that’s a hard veto for me during sex! I still don’t get why you like it so much. And why aren’t you wearing any socks?”
Louis sat up, still giggling, hand over his chest. “Flo, I’m telling you—eating ass is a delicacy. And thank God my man used to be a baker, ‘cause he does it just right.”
Florence groaned, ignoring her sex-crazed best friend for the rest of the class, but she couldn’t shake the image of Harry eating Louis out of her mind.
💅🏼
Tuesdays, in Louis’ opinion (and he had a lot), were infinitely better than Mondays. Why? Book club. Reading had always been one of his greatest loves (he did get a degree in literature, after all). Instead of gifting jewelry, Harry usually bought him books. They even had a whole room dedicated to Louis’ vast collection, a space where he could spend hours getting lost in stories. Harry had carried him out of that room many times, when he’d fallen asleep curled up on the couch, book still in hand.
It was also the room where they may or may not have conceived their kids.
Oops.
Today’s book club was being hosted at Sabrina’s house, and Louis always looked forward to her gatherings. According to him, Sabrina had the most comfortable couches ever, which he was convinced were made from clouds plucked straight out of the sky.
The book club members were an eclectic mix: Sabrina, Kendall, Taylor, Shawn, Tom, Zayn, and unfortunately, Caroline.
Kendall, always the most organized, started things off. “I hope everyone’s ready to discuss Gone Girl . And if you haven’t finished it—shame on you.”
Tom was the first to chime in, “I found it confusing. I wasn’t sure who was supposed to be the crazy one.”
Shawn followed, “they both had psychological issues, but Amy? Definitely on a different level of crazy.”
Taylor nodded, adding, “The first half was thrilling, but the end? A bit bland for me.”
Louis sat, waiting patiently for his turn, but then, of course, it had to be Caroline’s turn. “The movie was better,” she said, flipping her hair with practiced ease.
Louis rolled his eyes, and it took everything in him not to groan out loud. He still wasn’t sure how Caroline had managed to weasel her way into the club, but it was too late to kick her out now. Trust him, he’d tried.
Finally, it was his moment. “How can you possibly say that? They left out so many important things in the movie.”
Caroline, with an annoyingly casual wave of her hand, replied, “Movies are always better than books. I mean, have you seen the Harry Potter movies?”
Louis felt his blood pressure spike. Despite his distaste for J.K. Rowling, those books had meant everything to him growing up, and he was ready to defend them to the death.
“They didn’t explain the Marauders properly, or even mention Regulus Black’s role. They shoved the whole horcrux concept at the audience, and don’t get me started on how they tried to force a Harry and Hermione romance when they’re practically siblings!”
He had to stop himself from going further, remembering his promise to Harry that he’d be on his best behavior today (well, mostly). He took a deep breath, because if he didn’t, he was definitely going to lose it. And Harry would give him that look when he inevitably heard about it later.
Standing up, he grabbed his purse and announced, “As much as I’d love to sit here and hear more of your bitching and moaning, I have more important things to tend to.”
Two hours later, Louis found himself doing what he did best when he needed to cool off: shopping. Retail therapy was his go-to remedy, and after store-hopping and picking out items for himself, the kids, and Harry, he returned to his car, loaded with bags and not-so-shockingly, a ringing phone.
“Hello, my love, I was just on my way—”
“Louis William Styles,” came Harry’s familiar voice, sounding exasperated but not entirely angry. “How many times have I asked you to be mindful of your spending? We’ve got kids to think about. College isn’t cheap, and the prices on everything are going up. Plus, the house cleaner is asking for a raise—”
It was Louis’ turn to interrupt, leaning his head against the steering wheel with a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, I maxed out the credit card again. But Caroline from book club got me all riled up, and I needed retail therapy.”
There was a pause, followed by a long-suffering sigh on Harry’s end. Louis grinned, knowing Harry wasn’t as mad as he sounded. “Lou, I’ve always said—my money is your money. You can buy what you want, but we need to be smart. You don’t need thirty candles.”
“But they smelled so good, Haz!” Louis whined, pouting into the phone. “And besides, I got something I think you might like. It may or may not be lacy and pink.”
Harry sighed again, but this time, there was a different tone in his voice—one that made Louis smirk. “Alright, alright. Just come home, and we’ll talk later. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Louis said, grinning mischievously. “And trust me, you’re going to love what I bought.”
Later that night
“and she actually believes the movies are better than the books. The movie! How can she think like that? I swear that woman lost her brain cells due to all that silicone she keeps injecting into her face.” Louis was in the bathroom that was attached to their bedroom, brushing his teeth while Harry was laid in bed with just his pj bottoms on.
Harry chuckled, “I understand darling, now you said you bought something that I may like and promised to show me tonight”
Louis rinsed out his mouth and looked over at is husband. “I didn’t make any promises but since you are such a good listener, you may get lucky tonight”
He went to the drawers he put the items in and sneakily hid them under his oversized shirt as he made his way back to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Louis, standing in front of the mirror, took extra time preparing himself for Harry. He always liked to surprise his husband, even after all these years together. The lace set he had bought—delicate, soft, and just the right amount of revealing—was a reflection of that. It wasn’t just about the look; it was about how he felt wearing it, and how much he knew Harry would appreciate the gesture.
After the playful exchange earlier, Louis tiptoed into the bedroom, cracking the door just enough to tease, "Are you ready, Haz?"
Harry shifted in bed, anticipation clear in his voice. "Yes."
Louis stepped out slowly, his bare feet padding on the soft carpet as he presented himself in the lace. He bit his bottom lip, feeling a small wave of shyness hit him, something that never entirely left, even after years of knowing Harry loved him, worshipped him even.
Harry’s eyes widened, his mouth falling open slightly as he sat up. He looked Louis up and down, admiration and desire lighting his eyes. “You look absolutely sexy, baby. This color... it’s perfect on you.”
Louis climbed onto the bed, straddling Harry’s legs, giggling a quiet “Hi” as Harry’s hands instinctively grabbed onto his hips and ass. The warmth of Harry’s hands as they explored his body made Louis close his eyes, allowing himself to melt into the familiar yet thrilling sensation of his husband’s touch.
“You’re so breathtaking,” Harry murmured between kisses, his lips trailing down Louis' neck, leaving those possessive marks that made Louis squirm. His hands roamed, exploring every inch, savoring the texture of lace against Louis' skin.
It wasn’t long before Louis was practically begging, his words becoming softer, needier. Harry always knew how to push him to that place, where coherent thoughts disappeared and the only thing that mattered was the overwhelming need to be close, to feel everything. "Please, Haz... I need you," he gasped, pressing against him, grinding helplessly.
Harry, always more than happy to indulge his husband’s desires, wasted no time flipping them over, hovering above Louis with an almost predatory grin. His lips descended on Louis’ chest, teasing the fabric before pulling it away and wrapping his mouth around a hard nipple. Louis writhed beneath him, gasping Harry’s name, completely lost in the sensation.
The intensity grew as Harry's hands worked their way down Louis' body, teasing him with soft touches and slow, deliberate movements. Every kiss, every flick of the tongue sent Louis into a frenzy, begging for more.
Harry grinned as Louis’ pleas grew more desperate. He knew his husband too well, and he enjoyed drawing things out just a little longer, loving the way Louis completely unraveled for him. It was a dance they had perfected over time, a balance of teasing, loving, and intensity that always left them both spent and satisfied.
“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Harry muttered, as he finally gave in to his husband’s pleas, slicking his fingers and preparing Louis gently, though swiftly. He could hardly wait any longer himself.
When he finally pushed into Louis, both groaned, the sensation electric. Harry's pace was hard, steady, and everything Louis craved, hitting all the right spots. Louis' moans grew louder, thankful once again for the soundproof walls, as Harry’s hands found his hips, gripping tight enough to leave marks.
“You were made for me, weren’t you, baby?” Harry growled, his voice low and rough. Louis couldn’t respond, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. He just nodded, breathlessly whispering Harry’s name like it was the only word he knew.
As Harry reached between them, stroking Louis’ cock in time with his thrusts, it didn’t take long for Louis to tip over the edge, coming undone in Harry’s hand with a loud moan. Harry followed soon after, burying himself deep with a groan of his own as he spilled inside him.
They collapsed together, Harry still draped over Louis, both panting, trying to catch their breath. Louis whined playfully, pushing Harry off with a laugh. “Get off me, you big oaf. I can’t breathe,” he complained, though there was no real irritation in his voice, just the warmth and affection of someone completely in love.
Harry chuckled, pulling out and watching his release drip from Louis. “Haz, I’m all sticky now,” Louis pouted, but Harry already knew what came next.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Harry said, helping Louis up and leading him into the bathroom for a quick shower. They laughed, kissed, and even went for round two before finally heading back to bed.
Curled up together under the covers, Louis’ head resting on Harry’s chest, he felt the usual comfort of their post-lovemaking routine, letting his eyes drift shut. "I love you, Haz," Louis whispered sleepily.
Harry pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "I love you, too, darling. But we still need to talk about your shopping habits," he stated firmly.
Louis groaned, already halfway to sleep, “yeah, yeah.”
And with that, they both drifted off, wrapped in warmth and love, another perfect night in their little world.
💅🏼
Wednesday came which meant that it was his self-care day, a sacred routine that allowed him to indulge in pampering from head to toe. After the fun night with Harry, his muscles were sore, and there was nothing like a day of appointments to rejuvenate his body and spirit.
His first stop: the nail salon. Freshly polished nails always made Louis feel unstoppable. Danny, his favorite nail technician, greeted him with a knowing smile, already setting up the lilac polish Louis had requested. He had been feeling nostalgic, remembering the outfit and color he had worn that fateful day when he’d caught Harry’s eye. The lilac color had a softness to it, but it was also sharp, like Louis himself. With each stroke of polish, he felt more like his usual fabulous self.
Danny, as usual, gave the best hand and foot massages, and Louis savored every moment. Harry was good at this too, but nothing beat the expert touch of someone who did it professionally. When Danny was done, Louis admired the way the color caught the light, already imagining how he’d show them off at home later. Maybe he’d give Harry a little scratch if he got lucky tonight.
The second appointment was at the hair salon, conveniently located just across the street. Louis smiled to himself as he entered. Logan, the hairstylist, is a true master of his craft. His talent with hair goes beyond words. He somehow knows exactly how to add the perfect balance of highlights and volume. There's something almost magical about his technique. He’s started to wonder if Logan might have a little crush on him. After all, Logan always undercharges him. That suspicion only grew stronger when he brought Harry along one time. The tension in the air was intense, making that hour in the salon feel like the longest one of his life.
Needless to say, Harry wasn’t allowed to come back after that. The entire hour had been filled with awkward silences and pointed glares from his overprotective husband.
Logan worked his magic, trimming, fluffing, and adding soft caramel highlights that framed Louis’ face perfectly. By the time he was finished, Louis looked and felt like a million bucks. The extra time it took was worth every second, but now he was running a little late for his next appointment.
Navigating across town was always a bit of a challenge, especially when Louis was on a tight schedule. He wouldn’t call it road rage, he preferred to think of it as assertive driving. Harry, however, might disagree. Louis couldn’t help but feel that other drivers were simply in his way, and he was quick to honk or gesture when necessary. He firmly believes that people should just get out of his way when he's on the road. Is it really that hard to signal when you want to cut in front of someone? Or to give a simple thank-you wave when someone lets you through? It’s basic courtesy, after all. In his mind, the problem is always them, never him.
As he sat at a red light, he took the chance to call his girl, Gale, who was used to his unpredictable timing. “Hi Gale, you’re on speaker. I might be a little late to my anal waxing appointment, the poor are blocking the streets again,” Louis said matter-of-factly, glancing at the other drivers giving him dirty looks. He shrugged it off, completely unbothered.
Gale laughed on the other end. “It’s alright, take your time. You know I’ve got all day for you.”
"Thanks, hon, I’ll be there soon," Louis replied, managing to weave his way through traffic once the light turned green.
When he finally arrived, it was time for the last part of his self-care day: the facial and waxing. His facials were one of his secret weapons, people constantly complimented his clear, glowing skin, and he’d always played it off as natural, though Harry had blown his cover one night by mentioning the "expensive facials" Louis regularly indulged in. Louis had been furious. Harry didn’t get any kisses for the rest of the night after that.
The waxing, on the other hand, was always the least enjoyable part. No matter how many times he got it done, it still hurt like hell. But the results were worth it, and Harry always appreciated the silky smooth skin. Louis remembered the one time Harry had tried to join him for a waxing session. They hadn’t even made it halfway before Harry bolted from the salon, whining about how painful it was. After that, Harry had spoiled Louis rotten, knowing just how much effort went into keeping his skin so smooth.
That night, Harry had made sure to express his appreciation in every possible way, especially during a particularly memorable meal of Louis’ choosing... Harry hadn’t held back, and Louis had been reminded just how much Harry adored him, inside and out.
By the time Louis returned home that evening, he was glowing, inside and out. He felt rejuvenated, his nails perfectly polished, hair styled, and skin smooth. It may have taken him almost all day but the end results truly made him feel powerful, sexy, and entirely irresistible.
Tonight, he thought with a smirk, he would convince Harry to eat him out. Though it probably won’t take much.
💅🏼
Thursday had always been Louis' favorite day, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. Today was shaping up to be even better, as he had lunch plans with his friends Taylor and Flo. These lunches were a chance to catch up on all the juicy gossip he may have missed throughout the week. As soon as they settled into their booth, the drama started flowing.
Taylor wasted no time, leaning in with a dramatic whisper. "Caroline finally caught her husband cheating."
Louis and Flo gasped, wide-eyed. Louis wasn't so much surprised that it had happened, but more that Caroline hadn't caught him sooner. "I mean, she's always suspected something, hasn't she? It’s about damn time she had proof so she could stop preaching about her perfect life."
Taylor nodded, ready to drop the real bomb. "That isn’t even the best part."
Flo put her drink down, eager to hear more. Louis, sensing the impending scandal, smirked. Taylor had that mischievous gleam in her eyes.
This was about to be good.
"Spit it out already, Tay, we’re dying here!" Flo said impatiently.
Taylor leaned back in his chair, hands intertwined in front of him, "she caught him with his face tongue-deep in his boss's ass."
"No way!"
"I knew it!"
Louis and Flo shouted at the same time. Louis couldn’t help but burst into uncontrollable laughter, imagining the scene. Caroline, the queen of self-righteousness, finding her husband in such a compromising position. It was hilarious.
After a few minutes, Louis finally calmed down and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Do you happen to know the boss’s name? I have to send him a gift basket."
Taylor waved his hand dismissively, "Bradley something. Couldn’t find a last name, but from what I hear, he’s pretty fit. Puppy dog brown eyes or something."
Louis chuckled and took a bite of his burger. "What else is new?"
Flo took over, eyes gleaming, "I’m sure you’ve heard about Sharon and her new look, but did you hear what else she’s getting done?"
Louis rolled his eyes. Sharon had been transforming herself into some unrecognizable version of a person for years. "What else could she possibly get done? Have they not run out of silicone for that woman? I mean, could her face or body even handle more?"
Flo leaned in, lowering her voice for a dramatic effect. "She’s getting her knees done."
The table fell silent as Louis and Taylor exchanged confused looks.
"Her... knees?" Louis asked slowly, trying to make sense of it.
Flo nodded, struggling to keep a straight face. "She apparently wants to be shorter."
Taylor burst out laughing, while Louis just stared dumbfounded. "Is that woman seriously trying to turn into me ?"
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" Taylor exclaimed, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
Louis shook his head in disbelief, laughing along now. "I can’t believe how obsessed she is. Does she not realize there can only be one Louis William Styles?"
"Honestly, that’s already too much, Louis, for all of us," Flo teased.
Louis gasped dramatically, hand over his heart. "Excusez-moi! Your lives would be absolutely dull without my presence."
Taylor chimed in with a grin. "Just because your name is French doesn’t mean you can speak it."
Pouting now, Louis pulled out his phone. "Why are you both ganging up on me? I need Harry here to defend me!"
Flo and Taylor exchanged exasperated looks. "You seriously have that man so whipped, it’s disgusting," Flo said, shaking her head.
"He is anything but disgusting, thank you very much!" Louis shot back, already texting Harry. He could feel his lips curl into a smile, thinking about his husband and how sweetly he’d defend him.
Louis smiled and blushed at his phone, feeling reassured by his husband’s unwavering support, even if he was a bit dramatic at times. God, he loved him with everything he had.
"Louis, no one said he’s actually disgusting, just disgustingly in love with your dramatic ass," Taylor teased, rolling her eyes.
At this rate, their eyes were all going to get stuck from the constant rolling.
“He sure does love my ass. The other night, he-” Louis began, only to be swiftly cut off by Flo.
“Hon, please, spare us the details. I’m still recovering from the last time you shared. Consider us permanently traumatized,” Flo said with a groan.
Taylor shifted the conversation.“By the way, since Sharon’s out of commission, she can’t host the kids’ after-school playdates, so you’re up, Lou. It’s your turn to take them in.”
Louis's face dropped as he pouted. "You want me to open up my home like a daycare? Daycare? You want me to look after other people’s brats all day? I can hardly stand my own!”
“Again with your dramatics. It won’t be that bad, and yes, it’s your turn,” Taylor said, unfazed.
With another dramatic sigh, Louis pulled out his wallet, threw some cash on the table for his share, and stood up. “This was fun, but I’ve got to go let the dog out.”
Taylor and Flo exchanged confused glances. “But… you don’t have a dog,” Flo called after him.
Louis didn’t respond. He just hurried out of the cafe, making a beeline for his car, ignoring the shouts of his friends.
By the afternoon, his house was swarming with hyperactive 7-year-olds, buzzing around on a sugar high and wreaking havoc.
Screw his friends for dragging Harry into this.
Screw Harry and his big cock.
And, honestly, screw himself for being a complete cockslut when it comes to his husband’s cock and amazing mouth.
Also, screw that brat who wouldn’t stop picking his nose.
But later that night, after Harry had him coming four times, those chaotic brats were the last thing on his mind.
💅🏼
Friday had arrived, which for Louis meant bracing himself for two full days with the kids at home. He loved them to pieces, but even the best parents need a break sometimes. After dropping them off at school, he headed straight for the mall. Tomorrow night was Harry's work party, and Louis needed a new dress. Sure, Harry had suggested he wear something he already owned but Louis had his ways of convincing his dear husband to let him buy something new.
"Why not that black dress that shows off your collarbones?" Harry asked, adjusting his tie.
Louis glanced at him. "That’s so last season. I need something fresh."
Harry sighed, slipping on his suit jacket, "Angel, you have an entire wardrobe to choose from. Your little shopping habit is rubbing off on Sophia and Sebastian.
Louis applied a final coat of mascara, eyeing his reflection. "They deserve nice things. Are you really going to deny your children their right to quality clothing?"
Harry shook his head in defeat, "I’m not winning this, am I?"
"Nope," Louis replied, popping the 'P' with a smirk. "But I can thank you for everything you do for us."
He sauntered over to where Harry stood, rising on his tiptoes to press a slow, lingering kiss on his lips. "Mmm, and how exactly are you going to thank me, angel?" Harry murmured, his voice low with anticipation.
Louis shot him a mischievous look, trailing his hand down Harry's chest, pausing at the growing bulge in his pants. Without a word, he began unbuckling Harry's belt, then unzipped his trousers, sliding his hand inside to stroke his husband’s already hard cock.
“Fuck, angel,” Harry groaned, pushing Louis down onto his knees. His cock, slick with precum, was freed in an instant. Louis looked up at him, desire flickering in his eyes, before he leaned in to lick the underside of it.
“No hands, darling, just your mouth.”
Louis nodded, teasing the tip with his tongue, savoring the salty taste before taking Harry fully into his mouth. Years of practice meant no gag reflex, and Harry knew it. Louis worked his way down, bobbing his head in rhythm, as Harry’s hands gripped his hair, thrusting deeper.
“Yes, fuck, Lou… keep going. I’m so close.”
Encouraged, Louis quickened his pace, even as his jaw began to ache. He wanted to be a good boy for his husband. Moments later, Harry held Louis’s head in place, cumming hard down his throat.
“Oh my god, baby,” Harry groaned, breathing heavily.
Louis stood up, wiping his lips with a satisfied grin. He casually walked back to his vanity, fixing his hair and makeup with a smug sense of accomplishment. That should be enough of a thank-you, he thought with a giggle.
As Louis snapped back to the present, he focused on navigating the packed mall parking lot. What were all these people doing here on a Friday morning? Didn’t they have jobs?
After what felt like an eternity of circling the lot, he finally found a decent spot. But just as he was pulling in, a man in a blue minivan was also trying to claim the space (allegedly). Not one to back down, Louis expertly sped up and maneuvered into the spot first. He checked his reflection, grabbed his purse, and confidently stepped out of the car.
As Louis stepped out of his car, he heard angry honking and shouting from the man in the blue van.
"You bitch! I had my turn signal on! That was my fucking spot!"
Louis glanced over, unfazed. "Didn’t see you there," he said with a shrug, turning to walk away as the honking and insults continued.
"All you sluts are the same! Spending your husband’s hard-earned money on useless shit!" the man yelled.
Louis stopped, taking a deep breath. He was in far too good of a mood to let some bitter guy drag him down. He turned back with a sweet smile.
"Sweetheart, this is the parking lot for Gucci. Come back when you can afford jeans that aren’t from the dollar store."
With that, Louis walked off, his heels clicking confidently against the pavement, still hearing the man honking and cursing in the background as he disappeared into the mall.
Two hours later, Louis was seated at a café across from the mall, sipping his coffee, when his phone buzzed with a text from Harry.
Rolling his eyes at Harry’s last message, Louis decided it was time to head home, tidy up a bit, and get things ready for movie night before picking up the kids from school.
Later that night
The Styles family was all cozied up on the big couch, pizza boxes strewn across the coffee table, as the final moments of Encanto played on the screen. Sophia, of course, had picked the movie, and when Harry walked in and saw what was on, he gave Louis a knowing look. Louis returned it with a silent promise: later.
When the credits began to roll, Harry spoke up, “alright, kiddos, time to get ready for bed.”
“Twenty more minutes,” Sophiatried, wanting to negotiate with Harry.
“Nope. You’ve got a game tomorrow and need your rest,” Harry countered.
“I promise to score a goal if we stay up just fifteen more minutes,” Sophia persisted.
Louis watched, amused, as the back-and-forth between his daughter and husband continued. Someone was going to give in eventually. Hopefully.
“I’ll make your favorite breakfast tomorrow and buy you ice cream after the game if you go right now and get ready for bed,” Harry bargained.
Sophia squinted, tapping her chin in deep thought, “I’ll have to consult my co-counsel first,” she said, turning to Sebastian, who was snuggled up next to Louis.
“I second that,” Sebastian said with a serious nod.
Sophia turned back to Harry, her decision made, “We have a deal.”
Harry, playing along, tapped the remote against the coffee table like a judge with a gavel. “Motion granted in the case of Styles v. Styles .”
Louis couldn’t help but smile, his heart swelling at the sight of his husband playing court with their kids, “You heard the judge, now off you go! We’ll be up in fifteen minutes to tuck you in. And make sure your soccer gear is packed for tomorrow.”
Sophia and Sebastian made their way upstairs to start their nighttime routine.
“I think she’s going to make an excellent lawyer when she grows up,” Harry commented, beginning to clean up the pizza boxes.
Louis beamed with pride, “She’s going to be the best of the best. Maybe even better than you.”
“I’ll admit it, Sophia Anne Styles will make everyone wish they weren’t in that courtroom,” Harry said with a proud smile on his face.
“My baby’s going to make them all cry. I’m already so proud," Louis giggled. He joined Harry, helping tidy up so they could head upstairs to say goodnight.
“I really hope they win tomorrow,” Harry added as he started loading the dishwasher. “They’ve been practicing so hard.”
Louis nodded, thinking of all the evenings Harry had spent in the backyard with the kids, kicking soccer balls and working on drills. They might not be pros just yet, but they had talent, and Louis couldn't help but be a proud mom. “Me too. Did you get those cute little oranges and Gatorade for tomorrow?
Harry chuckled, “Angel, they’re called mandarins. And yes, I got them.”
“Same thing,” Louis waved it off, sitting on the kitchen island to watch Harry finish up. “Oh, I got you a couple of new shorts today. Try them on when you can, make sure they fit.”
“As long as you got my usual size, they should be fine,” Harry replied, starting up the dishwasher.
“I did, but you’ve been working out more lately. You’ve gained some muscle,” Louis noted, eyeing him up and down with a smirk.
Harry dried his hands and walked over, placing them on either side of Louis, trapping him against the counter. “Did you just check me out?”
Louis rolled his eyes but wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, “Is it a crime to check out my own sexy husband?”
Harry leaned in, brushing his lips against Louis's, “Should we involve the judge, or can we settle this out of court?” he teased before kissing him.
Their moment was interrupted by a shout from upstairs.
“Stop making out! We want a story and a goodnight kiss, please and thank you!” Sebastian hollered.
Both Louis and Harry laughed, pulling away reluctantly as they made their way upstairs.
After two bedtime stories and countless goodnight kisses, the kids were finally asleep. Louis and Harry returned to the couch for some much-needed adult time.
“Amy and Jake are way better than Jim and Pam,” Louis declared, taking a sip of his wine as they cuddled under a blanket, watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine for what felt like the hundredth time.
Harry shook his head, “the build-up with Jim and Pam was everything. With Amy and Jake, sometimes you forget they even liked each other.”
“Sure, the build-up was better with Jim and Pam, but once they got together, they became boring. And don’t even get me started on Jim. He had poor Karen move states to be with him only to dump her for someone he had feelings for the whole time!” Louis shot back.
“True, but Jim and Pam’s relationship showed the reality of relationships. They’re messy, imperfect. Karen was a grown adult who made her own choices,” Harry argued.
“Okay, fine. But Amy and Jake stayed best friends even after getting together. You can feel the love between them. Jim and Pam just felt like they weren’t interested in each other by the end,” Louis countered.
“They were still best friends. Life just got in the way. They probably needed couples counseling,” Harry said, finishing his wine.
Louis shrugged, “fair point. But Jake’s proposal? Best one ever.”
Harry smiled, wrapping an arm around Louis, “I’ll give you that. But nothing beats my proposal to you.”
Louis rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile as he cuddled closer, “Yeah, yeah, you’re a big romantic.”
“I got down on one knee and everything,” Harry teased, kissing the top of his head.
“Wow, good job. Want a prize for that?” Louis teased back.
Harry smirked, “already got my prize.”
He gently cupped Louis's chin, pulling him into a soft, lingering kiss.
“Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say,” Louis mumbled between kisses.
Harry whispered against his lips, “you drive me absolutely crazy, Louis Styles.”
Smiling, Louis deepened the kiss, straddling Harry’s lap and wrapping his arms around his neck, “why did I have to marry such a sap?”
“Because you love it,” Harry replied, pulling him closer.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re the love of my life, blah blah,” Louis said with a playful smile.
“You should be a poet with those words,” Harry teased.
“I would be the best damn poet out there,” Louis replied confidently.
“And I’d make sure everyone knew it,” Harry said, kissing him again.
After a few more kisses, Louis pulled back, “wanna head to bed?”
“Are we actually going to sleep, or…?” Harry raised an eyebrow.
Louis grinned, “carry me up and find out.”
Without hesitation, Harry lifted Louis into his arms, carrying him upstairs, both of them knowing sleep was the last thing on their minds.
💅🏼
Saturday mornings have become something Louis never thought he would enjoy, but here he is. He can actually take his time getting ready instead of trying to rush three people out the door. However, ever since his beloved children decided to take up soccer, those tranquil mornings have transformed into a chaotic adventure of watching seven-year-olds chase after a ball.
Lounging in bed, Louis scrolled through Instagram and TikTok, enjoying the calm, when he felt warm arms wrap around him, pulling him close. “Good morning, angel,” Harry whispered in his ear. Louis set his phone aside and turned to face Harry, giving him a sweet kiss, “good morning, love of my life.”
Harry tightened his embrace, burying his face in Louis' neck, “Can we just stay here all day?”
Louis giggled, playing with Harry’s tousled hair, “You’re the one who encouraged the kids to join a sport.”
Harry groaned dramatically, “you should have stopped me or distracted me with all your sexiness.”
Louis shot him a mock glare, ready to retort, when the door burst open, and two excited brown-haired children jumped onto the bed.
“Good morning!” shouted Sebastian, crawling onto Harry’s back making himself comfortable by laying down on it.
“I believe I was promised my favorite breakfast,” Sophia chimed, snuggling up on the opposite side of Louis.
“Mmm, I believe you were, your highness. But I think your butler is being a grumpy pants this morning,” Louis teased, shooting a knowing glance at Harry.
“Princess Sophia, have you no heart for your old dad? He stayed up too late and is exhausted,” Harry explained, feigning despair.
Sophia crossed her arms, looking sternly at her father, “you promised me and Seb our favorite breakfast, and that’s what we’re getting!”
Harry sighed in defeat, carefully maneuvering Sebastian off his back and tucking him snugly against Louis. Slipping on his slippers, he muttered, “Yes, your highness. As you wish.”
He leaned down to ruffle Sebastian’s hair and added with a grin, “And for you, Prince Sebastian, any special requests before I embark on this royal quest?”
Sebastian thought for a moment, then replied, “I would like some bacon and chocolate milk, please and thank you.” Always the polite one.
Harry chuckled, standing up straight, “coming right up, your highnesses,” he said with a mock bow before heading out to the kitchen, leaving Louis to snuggle up with their little prince and princess
“You two need to remember to be nice to your father. He works hard for us and deserves a little rest sometimes,” Louis reminded them.
“We’re being the nicest ever, Mommy!” Sebastian declared.
“But he promised,” Sophia insisted.
“I know, I know, but your dad is old. Sometimes it takes him a minute to function,” Louis explained.
“If Daddy is old, doesn’t that mean you’re old too, Mommy?” Sophia asked innocently.
“Excuse me? I am younger than your dad!” Louis exclaimed, placing a hand dramatically over his chest.
“But you’re way older than us, so that makes you old,” Sebastian added, matter-of-factly.
“Also, you look like a M-I-L-F! That’s what I heard Mr. Elordi say when we visited Daddy at the office,” Sophia chimed in, her eyes wide with innocence.
Louis stared at his children, dumbfounded. They couldn’t possibly know what that meant… could they? “Sophia, do you even know what that word means?” he asked, praying she didn’t.
“It means you’re pretty, Mommy, duh!” Sebastian answered.
Relieved, Louis let out a quiet sigh. No way would he let his babies’ brains get corrupted, those are discussions for college! He recalled the day when Mr. Elordi, or Jacob, couldn’t stop staring at him, probably because he had worn shorts that were a little too short for a law firm. But to be fair, they were just stopping by to say hi to Harry before a beach day. Harry certainly loved the outfit.
“Breakfast is ready!” Harry called from downstairs.
The three of them jumped out of bed and hurried down to find an array of food spread across the kitchen table. As promised, Sophia and Sebastian had chocolate chip pancakes with bacon, expertly made by their dad.
“Good morning, beautiful family!” Harry greeted them with a beaming smile.
“We already said good morning, Dad,” Sophia remarked, taking her seat.
“Oi! Be nice to your father,” Louis chimed in, sitting beside Harry and leaning in to give him a peck on the cheek.
“Sorry, Daddy! I’m hangry!” Sophia said, diving into her food.
“She gets that from you,” Harry pointed an accusatory finger at Louis.
“This is the thanks I get for defending your honor!” Louis retorted, feigning offense.
Harry didn’t respond but leaned in for a quick kiss on Louis' lips, leaving them both smiling. The Styles family spent the rest of breakfast discussing the upcoming game and what to expect from the day ahead.
At the Game
“Oh, come on! That shouldn’t be considered a foul! She didn’t do anything wrong!” Louis heard Harry shout from the sidelines. Louis himself was seated next to Taylor in their lawn chairs, sipping lemonade while watching their children dart around the field.
“What happened?” Taylor asked, glancing at Louis.
“I honestly have no idea,” Louis replied, giggling.
“Are we bad moms for not knowing how this game works?” Taylor wondered aloud.
“Tay, I think our kids just appreciate that we’re here. Plus, our husbands can fill us in later,” Louis reassured her, glancing over at Harry and Travis, who were animatedly discussing the game.
Louis always found Harry incredibly attractive, but seeing him in “soccer dad mode.” Wearing a long-sleeve blue sweater and fitted gray pants, arms crossed as he focused on the game, it was doing things to him. He had never wanted someone so badly but knew he had to be good and wait until later.
“I guess you’re right,” Taylor said, nodding while watching the game unfold.
“Look! Sebastian has the ball!” Travis shouted excitedly.
Louis couldn’t believe it. His son was dodging other kids, skillfully keeping the ball away from them. Louis jumped out of his chair alongside Taylor, adrenaline pumping as they cheered for Sebastian.
“Come on, Seb! You can do it! Go!” Louis shouted, his heart racing.
“Yes, Seb! Go, go!” Taylor echoed.
“Oh my god, yes! Kick it! Go on buddy kick it Seb! Make the goal!” Harry yelled, completely caught up in the moment.
Before they knew it, Sebastian scored the winning goal for the first time. “Oh my god, that’s my boy!” Harry screamed, hugging Travis in delight.
Louis leaped up and down, clapping, then rushed over to Harry, throwing his arms around him from behind, “he did it, Harry!”
Harry turned to Louis, eyes sparkling with pride, “he could make it to the big leagues!”
“Anything is possible,” Louis giggled, his heart swelling at Harry’s excitement.
“Mommy! Daddy! Did you see? Did you see? I made the goal!” Sebastian yelled, running over to them.
“We did, buddy! You were amazing out there!” Louis hugged him tightly.
“We’re so proud of you, Seb!” Harry said, lifting their son in his arms, hugging him tightly.
“Do we get ice cream now? You promised, Daddy,” Sophia said, appearing at their side.
“Of course you do, Soph! You both did incredible!” Louis replied, his heart full.
Sophia beamed, squeezing Louis tighter, “Are Uncle Travis and Aunt Taylor coming with us?”
“Yep! And remember, you’re spending the night at their place tonight,” Harry said, gathering their things.
“I know, Daddy! Brooklyn said we’re having mac and cheese for dinner and making bracelets!” Sophia squealed with excitement.
Louis felt a wave of happiness. He was grateful Taylor and his kids were best friends, “That sounds so fun, Soph! Come on, let’s go. I bet they’re waiting for us.”
The Styles and Kelce families enjoyed a lovely afternoon at the ice cream shop, and as the day drew to a close, Louis felt a twinge of sadness saying goodbye to his kids. No matter how old they got, it was always hard to spend a night apart from them. But he knew they were safe and would have a blast, and he and Harry would finally have the house to themselves for the night.
Later That Night at the Party
When Louis and Harry walked into the party, all eyes turned to them. And rightly so; they looked stunning, Harry in his sharp black suit and bow tie, and Louis in a fitted off-the-shoulder dress that accentuated his collarbones. They were undoubtedly the best-looking couple there.
Louis didn’t particularly enjoy these events, but he was there as the supportive husband, looking fabulous.
After making the rounds together for a bit, they went their separate ways, Harry to discuss business and Louis to catch up on the latest gossip with the other spouses.
“Can you believe Sarah’s new nose?”
“Who gets a nose job to make it bigger?”
Louis took a sip of his vodka cranberry. “Her husband has a nose fetish,” he replied, snickering.
Everyone gasped in disbelief, but Louis found it amusing. He wasn’t one to judge appearances, he believed everyone was beautiful in their own way. But an ugly personality? That made someone ugly.
Tuning out the gossip, he surveyed the beautiful hotel venue overlooking the ocean. Perhaps he could convince Harry to take a stroll on the beach after the party. He was pretty sure Harry would agree.
Everyone was definitely dressed to show off how much money they have . As he continued to scan the room, he spotted her: “Who invited Kate? This is a party for rich, hot socialites. For God’s sake, she’s shown up wearing last season’s Prada!”
The gossip ceased as everyone’s heads turned to see who Louis was referring to.
Louis doesn’t hate anyone. Seriously, he’s one of the friendliest people you’ll ever meet, always ready to chat with anyone, no matter the situation. He’s the kind of friend who would go to the ends of the earth for you, unless you fuck him over.
Then there’s Kate. She’s the exception to his kindness, a flat-out nightmare from the very beginning. The first time they met, she started hurling insults before he could even say a word. It was as if she thought she was royalty, demanding everyone to bow down to her. Louis was more than happy to prove her wrong.
“Hello, Lewis,” she sneered.
Louis rolled his eyes, unimpressed. Really? That’s the best she could come up with? Tonight wasn’t the night for pettiness, so he just flashed her a sweet smile and walked away.
He could rise above it and be the bigger person sometimes. Scanning the room for his husband, he spotted Harry chatting with Jacob, the same Jacob who had, rather embarrassingly, referred to him as a “MILF” in front of the kids.
“Hello, boys,” Louis called out as he approached.
Jacob’s gaze flickered over him, obviously entranced, “Hello, Louis.”
Harry wrapped an arm possessively around Louis’s waist, the subtle tightening indicating his protectiveness,” You remember Jacob, right, baby? He started at the firm about 2 months ago.
Yeah, he definitely remembers Jacob. It was hard to ignore the way Jacob’s gaze lingered, practically dripping with admiration as if he were a kid in a candy store.
“Oh yes, I remember you! Nice to see you again,” Louis said, extending his hand.
Jacob took it, his grip a little too clammy. “You too, Mrs. Styles. I must say, you look absolutely beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you, Mr. Elrodi,” Louis replied, smiling at the tall, nervous man.
“Well, we’re off to get some drinks. I’ll catch up with you later, Jacob. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” Harry said, steering Louis away, an arm still securely around him.
Sometime later
“Oh my god, yes!” Louis moaned, the sound escaping his lips as he leaned against the bathroom stall wall, breathless.
After leaving Jacob behind, it was obvious Harry was feeling a bit possessive about the way someone had been eyeing his husband. Now they found themselves in the cramped confines of a bathroom stall, Louis bent over with his dress pushed up, fully at the mercy of Harry’s expert tongue working its magic inside him.
“Fuck, Harry, yes! I want to cum!” Louis gasped, the pleasure building within him.
Harry didn’t relent, his skilled tongue continuing its delicious torment as he snaked a hand around to grip Louis’s cock. The combination was electrifying, and it didn’t take long before Louis was tumbling over the edge, cumming hard onto the bathroom wall.
“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good,” Harry whispered in his ear, a smug smile creeping onto his lips.
Louis, still in a daze, turned to him with a blissful smile, “only you, baby.”
Much later
They returned to the party, side by side, laughter and shared glances keeping them grounded amidst the chaos. As the evening wound down and after a few too many drinks, they found themselves on the beach, sinking into the warm sand. They didn’t mind that their dress and suit were getting dirty; all that mattered was being together.
After a few moments of contented silence, Harry spoke, “did I mention how absolutely gorgeous you look tonight?”
Louis smiled, leaning his head against Harry’s shoulder and intertwining his arm with his, “I don’t recall hearing that from you.”
Harry pressed a soft kiss to the top of Louis’s head, his fingers absentmindedly playing with Louis’s fingers, “you look gorgeous, sexy, hot, everything, angel.”
Louis beamed at his husband’s sweet words, shaking his head with a fond smile, “you don’t look so bad yourself, Styles.”
Harry grinned, his eyes sparkling, “just remember, you’re a Styles too.”
“Shh, no more talking. Let’s just enjoy the peaceful sound of the ocean,” Louis replied, cuddling closer to him while Harry wrapped his arms around him.
From that point on, they settled into a comfortable silence, letting the gentle waves and the cool night breeze envelop them as they savored the moment before heading back home.
💅🏼
The following day was Sunday. Louis awoke to the gentle light filtering through the curtains, his head pounding slightly and a familiar ache in his backside reminding him of the night before. He felt a wave of gratitude wash over him that Harry had let him sleep in; last night had been magical, and now he was eager for a lazy family day.
The sounds of laughter and chatter drifted from downstairs, coaxing him out of bed. He quickly freshened up and made his way down, where he found Sophia and Sebastian struggling to put on their shoes.
“And where are you two headed?” Louis asked, arching an eyebrow playfully.
“Daddy’s going to teach us how to ride our new bikes!” Sophia exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Harry approached, balancing two water bottles and helmets in his hands, “Don’t worry, I’ve got their helmets and protective gear all set,” he said, grinning.
“Harry, I swear they better not come back with a scratch on them,” Louis said, instinctively slipping into protective mama bear mode.
“Louis, I promise they’ll be fine. Now go grab some breakfast and meet us outside,” Harry reassured him, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his lips.
“Ew! Can you two stop?” Sebastian exclaimed, his face scrunching up in mock disgust.
“They’re cute! Leave them alone!” Sophia defended her parents, crossing her arms.
“Yes, we are cute! Thank you, Sophia,” Louis said, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can we go out now?” Sebastian said, impatience oozing from his voice.
Harry helped the kids secure their helmets, ensuring they were snug before leading them outside. After quickly grabbing some breakfast, Louis joined them on the porch, settling into a chair while watching Harry teach their kids how to ride their bikes.
A warm wave of gratitude washed over him. He had wonderful children, the best husband he could ask for, and he knew he had made the best decision of his life by choosing to share it with Harry.
Harry glanced over, a confused expression on his face, “why are you staring at me like that?”
Caught off guard, Louis realized he had what Harry affectionately called his “creepy adoration face,” “I just love you and the kids and am so happy to have you all in my life,” he confessed, a smile playing on his lips.
Harry made his way over after ensuring the kids were okay, kissing Louis softly on the cheek before sitting next to him and intertwining their fingers. “I love you too, Louis, even if you are a bit of a bitchy house husband.”
Louis kissed him back, grinning as he heard the kids groan, “Ewww!”
“Those are your kids,” Harry said, chuckling when he pulled away.
“Those are our kids,” Louis corrected, his heart swelling with pride.
Just then, Sebastian’s voice rang out, “Daddy! Sophia fell in a bush!”
Louis turned to see his daughter’s legs dangling out of the neighbor's bush.“
“Harry!”
~The End~