The next morning did start off unruly early. Coming out of a dream, the first thing Louis felt was Harry pressing his bum against him, rotating his hips in slow circles on his interested boner. Blinking his eyes open, he was met with the pitch-black darkness of the early morning hours. With little sparks of pleasure tingling under his skin, Louis grabbed Harry's hips and met his movements lazily, letting him know that he was awake and they could really go for it.

"Lou" Harry's voice was nothing more than a broken whisper.

"I got you, Baby" Louis stroked over Harry's back with one hand before stretching his arm out enough to grab the lube on the bedside table, opening it and coating three of his fingers in lube. "Sh, relax, Love. You've worked yourself up so much. How long have you been awake?".

"Too long. I'm so hard, Lou" Harry arched his back when Louis inserted his first finger into him, gently moving it in and out of him.

"I can feel that" Louis let his other hand wander down to Harry's throbbing dick. "So hard for me even in the morning".

"Always" Harry choked out when Louis added a second finger.

"Because you always want me, don't you? All the time and everywhere" Louis curled his fingers inside of his boyfriend.

"Yes," Harry cried out strangled.

"In all ways" Louis went up to three fingers painfully slow.

"Yes, please" Harry rocked down on his fingers in desperate need of more but Louis kept his slow pace mercilessly.

"Then up on your hands and knees, Love" Louis withdrew his fingers. "If I recall it correctly, you were desperate to get fucked from behind and I'm willing to fulfill your dream".

Clumsily, Harry rushed to get up and into position, presenting himself to Louis, whose mouth watered at the sinful sight but he covered it up with a light chuckle. "My desperate and eager boy".

"Only for you" Harry pushed his ass in the air right into Louis' face, leaning down on his elbows. "Please, fuck me".

"Do you think you can come twice?" Louis' eyes were fixed on Harry's puckering hole, his tongue desperate to get inside.

"With you, always" Harry wiggled his bum. "Why? Any ideas?".

Not answering him, Louis grabbed his ass and spread his cheeks apart to lick over his rim and push his tongue inside of him, making Harry moan out loud in surprise and pleasure. Eating Harry out was one of the greatest experiences of Louis' life. Switching between licking and fucking him with his tongue drove Harry so fast towards the edge that it only took around three minutes before he warned Louis that he was about to come. Pushing two of his fingers inside of him alongside his tongue, Louis coaxed the first orgasm out of his boyfriend, holding him up by his hips.

"Take me, Lou" Harry begged him breathlessly. "Wanna make you come inside of me, please".

"You sure?" Louis hesitated for a moment.

"Yes, fuck me, Daddy" Harry purred sexily, his ass in the air.

"Daddy will fuck you real good, Princess" Louis pulled him flush against him, shoving his dick into his sensitive hole.

"So good" Harry stuttered out when Louis started pushing in and out of him, keeping his hands safely on Harry's hips.

Mindful of Harry still being a little sensitive, Louis tried to keep it slow at first but Harry's obscene moans were telling him that he was fine and enjoying himself. Spurred on by these heavenly sounds, Louis picked up his pace and slammed into his boyfriend at an almost brutal space but taking him from behind had kind of woken up the animal in Louis and Harry wasn't complaining.

"Lou, I'm close" Harry brought out whimperingly.

"Me too, Love" Louis slung an arm around Harry's waist to grab his dick and jerk him off in time with his thrusts.

His orgasm hit him when Harry let out a strangled cry and came all over Louis' hand, clenching around him. Fucked out and tired, Harry dropped to the bed as soon as Louis had pulled out of him. Lying on the bed like a starfish was perfect to clean him up as best as possible. Throwing the tissues into the bin, Louis threw himself onto the bed next to him and wrapped an arm around him, pressing a kiss right between his shoulder blades tenderly.

"Who knew we were such animals?" Harry giggled into the covers, scooting closer to Louis without looking up.

"Not me. This totally crazy lust is very new to me but you are sex on legs, so you can't blame me" Louis pressed more soft kisses everywhere he could reach.

"You never had this with anyone?" Harry peeked up at him, so Louis only shook his head with a dazed smile. "Me neither".

"My possessiveness is very happy to hear that" Louis giggled love-drunk, booping Harry's cute nose.

"My jealousy as well, Lou" Harry puckered his lips adorably. "You haven't kissed me yet although you've dicked me down".

"You wanted to be fucked like a dog, Haz. It was a bit difficult to kiss you in that position. This ain't my fault" Louis leaned closer to him, stopping right above his lips with a cheeky grin.

"You told me to get on my hands and knees" Harry countered weakly, his eyes fixed on Louis' lips.

"Because you put that image in my head yesterday by telling me how much you want it" Louis teased him maliciously.

"I said I wanted you to fuck me from behind in the shower though" Harry corrected him, angling his body at Louis sideways.

"We can do a repeat of this in the shower tomorrow morning, if you'd like that better, Princess" Louis grabbed Harry's chin.

"Please" Harry whimpered in anticipation.

"Because you asked so nicely ..." Louis redeemed him and finally connected their lips in a desperate morning kiss.

"I need a shower" Harry crinkled his nose, looking down at himself and the dried cum on his stomach. "Come with me?".

"If we go in there together, we will neither save time nor water and you know it" Louis reminded him matter-of-factly.

"No one ever said we would" Harry smirked evilly at him.

"You're a menace" Louis cracked up laughing. "Were two orgasms not enough for you? You need more of me?".

"We can simply make out in the shower" Harry pointed out but Louis wasn't buying his innocent act. "We could!".

"Keep telling yourself that but we just established that we are bloody animals ...".

"Animals don't fuck in a shower" Harry looked so proud of himself for coming up with that comeback. It made Louis laugh.

"You are so adorable, Haz".

Standing up, Louis dragged Harry up and into the bathroom with him against his better judgement and regretted it the moment Harry stared at the huge tub. "We need to fuck in the tub".

"Jesus" Louis didn't trust his ears, looking at him in disbelief.

"Don't bring Jesus into this. I don't wanna fuck him in the tub and I don't want anyone to get ideas" Harry cackled at his own joke.

"Keep this up and I won't fuck you in the tub either" Louis walked over to the sink, starting to brush his teeth. "You might need Jesus".

"You'd consider it?" Harry's head snapped towards him so fast.

"I mean, you on your knees bend over at the end of this nice tub sounds kinda alright to me. I could work with that" Louis made eye contact with him through the mirror.

"If you go into any more detail, I'll need you to put your words into action sooner than you think" Harry locked the bathroom door.

"What do you want to hear? How perfectly my dick will glide into you because of how wet we're gonna be?" Louis rinsed his mouth, feeling his dick hardening at his own words and imagination.

For a moment, it was suspiciously quiet in the room but then Louis heard Harry throwing his clean clothes to the floor and turning on the tub, filling it with warm water. "Get in. Now or I'll die, Lou".

Turning around, Louis leaned against the sink and palmed at his dick with Harry watching him shamelessly. "Magic word?".

"Please" Harry whimpered aroused, his legs shaking wobbly. "Get back inside of me, Daddy".

"Screw this" Louis marched over to his boyfriend, shoving his tongue down his throat and dipping two fingers back into him just because he could.

Making out and fucking Harry in the tub turned out better than Louis had anticipated. Their third round lasted longer than expected and was something Louis would neve rforget in his life. It made him want to get fucked by Harry in the tub tomorrow morning after or before their planned shower escapades.

Totally fucked out, they finally got actually ready for the day and left the bathroom without any more incidents. In the kitchen, Louis watched Harry prepare their breakfast, which ended in another make-out session against the counter, fuelling the wish to fuck in their kitchen at home. They broke apart when they heard a door open in the distance. Deciding that it was best to let Harry take care of the breakfast alone, Louis went to check on the girls, who were chatting in bed about something excitedly. Dramatically, Louis threw himself into their middle ,throwing them into a fit of giggles.

"What is going on here?" Harry appeared in the door.

"Nothing" Louis and his daughters replied at the same time, only making the giggles worse.

Shaking his head at them, Harry jumped onto the bed as well and joined their laughter, which ended in a tickle and pillow fight. Maeva and Louis against Evelina and Harry. It was a brutal war with no mercy for loved ones. None of them wanted to give in until the smell of freshly cooked breakfast finally hit their nostrils. In a matter of seconds, the pillows were discarded and the girls demanded to be carried over to the dining table. Unable to say no, Louis and Harry carried them piggyback style into the living room. There on the table was Harry's perfect breakfast.

"You're spoiling us" Louis set his daughter down, gazing at his amazing boyfriend. "A simple breakfast would've been more t ...".

"I know, Lou" Harry let Evelina climb off of his back. "It would have been more than enough for you but I wanna spoil you".

"Spoil me all you want, Haz" Louis caressed his rosy cheek. "I love you, Baby".

"And I love you, Angel" Harry kissed him sweetly.

"Stop being disgusting over my breakfast, please" Evelina gagged exaggeratedly. "I wanna eat it and not throw it back up".

"You're a joy to be around" Louis dead-panned dryly.

"I know" Evelina shrugged unbothered.

"Ignore her. I think you're cute" Maeva started eating, smiling at them with something unspoken in her eyes.

"Thanks, Love".

Over breakfast, Harry and the girls discussed what they could do today around here but somehow they came out empty because they didn't wanna do something they did yesterday already. Louis only watched them amusedly, already having a plan for the day in mind and knowing all three of them were gonna love it.

"So, no ideas, mh?" Louis rested his chin on his interlaced hands, seeing all three of them shaking their heads. "I might have one".

"Really?".

"What is it?".

"You look way too smug right now. You planned this".

"I did, yeah" Louis fluttered his eyes innocently.

Quirking an eyebrow at him, Harry eyed him closely. "What have you planned for us? And why do we not know what it could be? Is it close by?".

"Patience, Princess" Louis winked at him smugly. "Oh, that reminds me, all of you might need your tiaras".

"Dad, what did you do?" Maeva drew in a sharp breath.

"Nothing" Louis held his hands up, enjoying this way too much. "There is a castle nearby and yo ucan visit it. They even offer little tours to restricted areas. Thought this could be your thing".

"Are you for real?" Evelina's jaw dropped to the floor.

"Can we leave now? Please?" Maeva bounced in her chair in pure excitement, confirming that this was the perfect plan for them.

"You're not dressed yet" Louis got barely out before they jumped up from their chairs and ran into their bedroom to get dressed.

"I don't have a tiara" Harry pointed out when it fell silent.

"But I do. For you" Louis stood up to carry the dishes into the kitchen but Harry took a hold of his wrist, standing up to face him with an unreadable face. "What's wrong?".

Shaking his head in something like disbelief, Harry pressed his lips onto his in a sweet kiss, that made him feel dizzy. "How are you real? You bought me a tiara? Just for this trip?".

"Yes but not just for this trip. You are my princess, aren't you? And you deserve a crown every day" Louis lay his hands on Harry's chest, taking in his addicting warmth. "Be my princess, Haz".

"Always, Lou" Harry croaked out affectedly, kissing him again.

"Now, why don't you go and grab it from my suitcase while I take care of the dishes, mh? Look pretty for me" Louis pulled a funny face at him, extracting the cutest giggle from his boyfriend.

"Okay," Harry pecked his lips before skipping away and into their bedroom, leaving Louis no choice but to look after him fondly.

Shaking himself out of it, Louis collected the dishes and put them all into the dishwasher, turning it on. After swiping over the counter, Louis followed Harry into their bedroom, finding his boyfriend completely dressed and adjusting the new tiara on his head. Hit by too much love and affection, Louis stopped in the open door and simply stared at him lovestruck. Of course, Harry could see him in the mirror and only smirked at him prettily.

"What do you think?" Harry gave him a better view of the pretty blouse he was wearing. It was white with little crowns and stars on it, only buttoned halfway, revealing Harry's toned chest.

"I think you don't have enough marks on your perfect body. People might think you're still available and I can't have that" Louis leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Tempting" Harry licked his lips, approaching him slowly as if he were prey. "But don't you think they get the hint when they see me holding your hand the entire time?".

"Holding hands doesn't equal dating" Louis pointed out dumbly.

"Then you have to mark me up some more, I'm afraid" Harry invaded his personal space, looming over his face invitingly.

"Tempting" Louis echoed his previous answer. "But I don't think the girls would appreciate us wasting more of their time, Haz".

"We'll be quick" Harry grinned playfully, not being serious.

"No we won't" Louis flicked his chin, his hand landing on his exposed chest. "You know what would look good on you? Tattoos, right here. Everywhere really but especially here".

"Yeah? I've thought about getting a tattoo but I wasn't sure if it's a good idea with my job" Harry grabbed his hips gently. "Tattoos would look really hot on you. Right underneath your collarbones".

"You think?" Louis locked eyes with him, intrigued by the idea.

"Mh" Harry hummed, quickly glancing at his clothed chest before looking back at him. "I'd love to suck marks onto it".

"You have fantasies about sucking marks onto my non-existent tattoo? Good to know" Louis felt his skin tingle at the mere thought.

"If you haven't noticed it yet, I'm obsessed with your collarbones" Harry admitted shamelessly, tracing a finger over them.

"I noticed" Louis shuddered at the tender touch.

Lifting his chin up, Harry connected their lips again in a short but heady kiss, setting Louis' insides on fire. "We should go".

"Yeah".

Quickly changing into a yellow sweater, Louis joined his family in the living room, instructing them how to move forward. Hand in hand, they left the cabin and walked over to the little bus stop, taking the bus up to the castle on the hill. On the entire ride, Mae and Eve were buzzing with excitement and too much energy.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the little castle. To their luck, it wasn't too crowded and they could start a tour right away. Their tour guide showed them around the uninhabited castle, telling them about its history and some rumoured former princess. That part intrigued his three princesses the most but surprisingly, they stayed quiet and didn't ask more questions. When they reached the old dungeons, their eyes grew huge and they studied the walls closely. Names were messily carved into it, sending a chill down Louis' spine. Those times were cruel to even think about.

"Look at that, Lou" Harry whispered into his ear, pointing at the carving of two names in an oddly shaped heart. Squinting his eyes, Louis could make out the names Harley and Lucas. "They loved each other so much that they died together".

"That's heartbreakingly beautiful" Louis gulped heavily.

"I'd rather die than be separated from you, Lou" Harry wrapped his arms around him from behind. "I love you too much".

"The feeling's absolutely mutual, Haz" Louis turned around in his arms, rubbing their noses together. "But no one has to die here".

"Thankfully" Harry tightened his grip on him.

"Are you done with whatever that was?" Evelina burst their little bubble. "Soulin said we can go back upstairs when we're ready and I don't know about you, but I'm done with this place".

"I'm done with you" Louis sent her an unimpressed look.

"The feeling's absolutely mutual" Evelina mocked him before heading for the staircase, that was leading upstairs.

"Don't mind her. She doesn't know what romance is. She can't eat it" Maeva smiled kinda apologetically at them before following her sister, leaving a gaping Louis and Harry behind.

"That's your bad influence. They weren't this bad before we met you" Louis pointed a finger into Harry's face. "They are so your daughters now. You can have them".

"Did it ever occur to you that they're only becoming teenagers?" Harry grinned amusedly. "But I take them gladly anyway".

"You are just as bad and you're a bloody adult" Louis huffed, breaking out of the embrace and heading for the staircase.

"What can I say? You are what you eat and well ..." Harry followed him up the stairs, smacking his bum when he trailed off cheekily like the little bastard he truly was.

"No, bad. Stop it. You are not funny" Louis slapped his hand away, trying to look stern when he faced him. "Besides, you haven't even eaten the cake yet, so ...".

"Guess I have to catch up then" Harry smirked dirtily.

"Insufferable".

Abandoning his stupid boyfriend, Louis joined his daughters, who were leaning on the castle wall and listening to something Soulin was telling them about the surrounding areas. Just when Louis started to actually listen to her actively, he felt Harry shuffling over to him and snaking an arm around his waist, leaning into his side with a huge pout on his face. Absolutely endeared, Louis booped his nose and wrapped an arm around his silly boyfriend, enjoying the view and blocking out Soulin's voice until she was done five minutes later. Thanking her for her services, they said goodbye to her but didn't move from their spot, mesmerized by the beautiful view over the land.

"What do you think happened to the last princess?" Maeva spoke up quietly, taking Louis' hand. "Soulin said she disappeared over night one day and was never seen again but rumours had it she was actually hanged for something under a different name".

"That's what she told you?" Louis was shocked that he hasn't caught that at all but he has been distracted by his princess.

"Yes, and I can't stop thinking about it. Why does no one know what happened to her? She was their last princess" Maeva frowned deeply, her forehead crinkling with little worry lines.

"What do you think happened to her?" Louis smoothed out those lines, trying to ease her mind. She got worried too fast.

"I think she ran away" Maeva looked melodramatically over the castle wall.

"But she was captured and brought back here to be hanged" Eve shared her point of view on things, making all three of them look at her in shock. "What? Have you not seen the names that have been carved into the wall of the biggest cell in the dungeon?".

"No?".

"Anissa and Elliot was carved into it with a little heart but someone tried to erase it" Evelina enlightened them. "I think she ran away because she was in love with Elliot but it wasn't allowed. He wasn't royal but she didn't care, so they ran to be free to love elsewhere".

"What if Elliot was a kitchen boy?" Maeva's entire face lit up.

"Princess Anissa and her kitchen boy Elliot ran away to be free to love but got captured and were imprisoned. They carved their names into the wall to immortalize their love before they got hanged under different names together" Evelina summed up the story, making Louis think she should write her own books one day just like her mother. She was so much like her nowadays.

"That's awful but romantic in a way" Maeva commented on her story. "I believe that's what happened to them".

"Then that's what happened" Louis squeezed her hand, smiling at Evelina in acknowledgment and getting an affirmative nod in return.

"The princess and the kitchen boy strike again" Harry nuzzled his nose into his neck, sighing happily.

"Simply as it is, Haz" Louis took in the precious moment and never wanted it to end. Of course, it ended but it was okay. He had the beautiful memory of it forever.

For a little bit longer, they roamed around the castle and took pictures of everything with their tiaras in place. The girls were even generous enough to snap a picture of their parents kissing with Harry's tiara rightfully on his head and the beautiful view in the back. That picture would definitely become Louis' new homescreen as soon as they were back at the cottage. It was everything.

At the end of their stay in the castle, they visited the little gift shop to buy the girls something. Harry had insisted on buying them anything they might like, so Louis just stayed back and watched. Looking around the shop, his eyes fell on something he didn't expect to see in a gift shop. A display full of real jewellery. Drawn to it, Louis approached the glass display, gaining the attention of the man behind the counter but Louis' focus was  on one specific piece.

"How much do you want for that one?" Louis pointed at the piece of his desire, already picturing it on his beautiful man.

"Depends" the man behind the counter watched him curiously. "Am I assuming right it's for your b ...".

"Yes" Louis needed him to hurry up. He didn't want questions from his boyfriend. "And I take it, no matter the price".

"He's definitely worth it" the man smiled at him, glancing over at Harry engaging with their girls. "And don't worry. I won't charge you a higher price now with that knowledge. I'm a sucker for love".

"Thank you".

As quickly as possible, Louis handled his purchase, thanked the man and let his surprise disappear in his pocket, not sure yet when he wanted to give it to Harry. It needed to be the right moment to give this to his beautiful rose. He deserved perfection.

Pulling out his best acting skills, Louis pretended that he wasn't lost in his own head for the whole way home. He listened to his daughters talking his ears off and to Harry's thrown-in comments but he was only getting half of it. The weight of his purchase was dragging him down in a way he didn't expect. It wasn't that big of a deal. Just a gift for his God-sent gift from heaven.

Back at the cottage, Louis announced that he would cook tonight and no one could change his mind. Leaving him to it, Harry and the girls sat down on the couch and started painting their nails. In the kitchen, Louis got to work quickly and tried his best not to fuck it up. He had planned this meal originally for Harry's birthday but after everyone had left, they had been too exhausted to even think about cooking anything. So, Louis was cooking it now.

Every now and then, he felt Harry looking over at him from his spot on the couch, checking if he was alright and if the kitchen was on fire or not. The tenth time it happened, Louis flipped him off, making Harry snort out a loud laugh, which confused the girls. Ignoring them for now, Louis finished his meal without any major problems and served it to his family, who eyed his lemon chicken piccata warily at first but loved it at the first bite. The praise and compliments made Louis feel stupidly warm all over.

After dinner, Harry insisted on taking care of the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, sending Louis off with the girls, who directly started painting his nails without even asking him. Letting them do their thing, Louis caught himself glancing over at Harry over and over again, not undetected by his daughters.

"Dad?" Maeva screwed the nail polish bottle shut, looking up at him with uncertainty in her eyes.

"What is it, Sweetheart?" Louis shook his hand to make the nail polish dry faster, which obviously wasn't working.

"Harry is your boyfriend, right?" Maeva asked him unexpectedly and Louis only nodded in confirmation. Evelina was just silently watching them. "And he's part of our family, yeah?".

"He is for me, yeah. I thought he was for you as well" Louis had no idea where she was going with this.

"He is. Don't worry" Maeva reassured him attentively, dropping her voice lower. "And you wanna marry him, right?".

"Yes," Louis confirmed just as quietly, not wanting Harry to hear them talking about this. He didn't need to know just yet.

"So, what are we supposed to call him?" Maeva knocked the air out of his lungs with her question.

Caught off guard, Louis blinked at her, trying to come up with an appropriate answer. "You can call him whatever you want, Love. He is whatever you want him to be to you. He's fine with everything".

Looking at him for an awfully long moment, Maeva simply nodded with a small smile on her lips. "Okay. Thanks, Dad".

"You're welcome" Louis was still totally dazed.

"What are you guys whispering about?" Harry came over to them unsuspectingly, causing Louis' heartbeat to speed up.

"Nothing important" Evelina waved the matter off oddly. "I just told them how tired I am and that I'd like to go to bed already".

"I mean, it is quite late, so I get it" Harry took the bait, looking at Maeva now. "What about you? Are you also tired?".

"Yes," Maeva answered quickly, yawning around her answer.

"Then let's get you two to bed" Louis stood up from the couch.

"Carry us, please?" Evelina made puppy dog eyes at him.

"Yes, please. A princess doesn't walk to bed" Maeva jumped onto the opportunity in a heartbeat.

"You hear that? I guess, you have to carry me to bed later as well" Harry wasn't any better than them.

"And who carries me? Who decided that I am not a princess, mh?" Louis protested dramatically. He would always be a theatre kid.

"You can be my princess, Lou. I'll even carry you to bed again" Harry grinned cockily at him, picking Maeva up from the couch.

"I hate you so much" Louis glared at him, letting Evelina jump into his arms. "I don't wanna be your princess anymore".

"My king then?" Harry hooked cheekily, entering the girls' bedroom and setting Maeva down on the bed.

"How about your sworn enemy?" Louis propped his hands up on his hips when Evelina got out of his arm to get changed.

"I love enemies-to-lovers stories" Harry winked idiotically at him, giggling like the cute princess he was.

"How convenient" Louis rolled his eyes at him fondly, turning his attention back onto his girls. "Don't forget to brush your teeth".

"Yes, Dad".

Groaning just because they could, Mae and Eve went into their bathroom to brush their teeth. In the meantime, Louis got their bed ready and turned off all the lights, apart from the lambs on their bedside tables. Cleaned up and clad in their pyjamas, the girls climbed into bed and demanded hugs and kisses, which Louis and Harry gave them easily.

"Good night, Lovelies" Louis stopped by their bedroom door.

"Good night, Dad" they chorused back at him.

"Good night" Harry pressed a second kiss to their foreheads.

"Good night, Papa" Maeva smiled at him, hugging her pillow and making Louis tear up faster than ever before. "I love you".

"I love you too, Mae" Harry choked out emotionally.

"Night, Pa" Evelina yawned half asleep.

"Night, Evie".

Closing the door behind them, Harry turned around to Louis with teary eyes and a huge smile on his face. "Did they just ...?".

"They did" Louis snivelled happily. "Thank God they did it so late".

At that, Harry frowned. "You didn't want them to say it sooner?".

"I meant late in the day, Haz" Louis cupped his face affectionately. "When they're in bed and we're alone and I can fuck you long and deep and slow all night".

"Louis" Harry whimpered affectedly, pulling him closer. "They called me Papa. I'm their Papa now".

"You are, Haz" Louis let his happy tears fall now. "Earlier on the couch, Mae asked me what they should call you, so I saw it coming eventually but not right now".

"She asked that?" Harry looked so overwhelmed.

"Yes. I have the feeling they wanted to call you that for a while now but they needed to know it was okay" Louis wiped some of his tears away. "You know, after losing their mums and ... yeah ...".

"I know what you mean. That's why it caught me completely off guard" Harry leaned into his touch. "I can't believe it".

"You better believe it, Haz. You're their papa from now on" Louis caressed his jaw in some kind of trance. "And Zayn was right".

"Right about what? Why is Zayn on your mind at this moment?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion.

"He knew I would be weirdly turned on by them calling you Papa for the first time. By them officially making you their second dad" Louis pressed his hard-on into Harry. "It gets me going".

Letting out a quiet moan, Harry grabbed Louis' face. "Me too. Please, make love to me tonight, Lou".

"I will".

Finally staggering into their bedroom, they clumsily stumbled over to their very inviting chaise lounge, falling onto it with their hands eagerly roaming each other's bodies and their mouths connected. Desperately, they ripped each other's clothes off their bodies and just touched and touched and touched. Way too riled up to last very long, they decided to get each other off before going for the real deal to release some steam and tension. With Harry lying beneath him on the chaise lounge, Louis turned his back to him, shoving his ass into his face and going down on him at the same time. After all, Harry had voiced his desire to taste the cake, so he should get what he wanted for being the perfect second father to their amazing girls. And Louis did want his tongue just as much.

Pleasuring his boyfriend and receiving pleasure at the same time was definitely too much to handle for him right now. With Harry's hand on his dick, Louis came embarrassingly fast but Harry was right behind him, shooting his load into his aching mouth. Needily, his boyfriend turned him around and smashed their lips together, tasting himself on Louis' tongue. It got both of them going right away, already half hard again in seconds.

"Haz, I wanna fuck you on the deck" Louis panted into his mouth.

Moaning otherworldly, Harry kissed him harder. "Please".

"Up you go, Love" Louis climbed off of him on shaky legs, tapping Harry's thigh gently. "Get ready for me, yeah?".

"Yeah," Harry stumbled to his feet, heading for the glass door.

Eagerly, Louis grabbed the lube from the nightstand and turned back around to his boyfriend, who was leaning over the railing of their deck, arching his back beautifully. With his ass on display like this and the moonlight falling onto him, he was a forbidden sight.

"Look at you" Louis marvelled breathlessly, stepping closer and letting his hand travel over Harry's back down to his lovely bum. "You look ethereal right now, Princess. Too good to be true".

At that, Harry had the audacity to crane his neck up with big eyes and inviting lips. "Touch me, Lou. Make love to me".

Coating his fingers with lube, Louis spread his cheeks apart and pushed inside gently, the glide easy because Harry was still pretty open from their morning shenanigans in the bathroom. That's why prepping him didn't take too long and Harry was begging for his dick in a heartbeat, sending Louis into overdrive. Retreating his fingers, Louis pressed himself flush against Harry, kissing down his spine while simultaneously pushing his dick inside of him.

"Lou" Harry choked out, on the verge of tears. "Feels so good".

"You should see yourself, Haz. You look so good filled with my dick. Like a sinful angel" Louis caressed Harry's back, thrusting slowly into him now. "An angel father to our beautiful daughters".

"Oh, God" Harry clenched around him, fisting the railing harder.

Lightly picking up his pace, Louis placed his hands on Harry's hips to angle his thrusts right into his prostate, coaxing wonderful sounds out of him. Still keeping it slow and steady and gentle, he could feel his orgasm building up and judging by Harry's body language, he was just about to fall over the edge as well.

"Lou" Harry brought out brokenly. "Wanna see you, please".

Instantly, Louis stilled and pulled out of him to turn him around, getting a good look at his wrecked boyfriend. The sight knocked the air out of his lungs and he just had to kiss him, tapping his thighs to make him jump and wrap his legs around Louis' waist. Steadying him by the back, Louis turned them sideways and pressed Harry against the big glass window next to the open glass door to their room. Skilfully, Harry sank back down on his hard dick without breaking their kiss but Louis didn't move yet. He kept Harry pressed against the window and snogged him for a little longer, only needing to feel him close right now.

The desperate need to come and Harry wiggling his hips on his dick made him move again. Pressing his hands against the foggy window, Louis thrusted up into his boyfriend with might but still kinda slow and gentle, really making love to him. Harry had his hands tangled in Louis' hair, keeping him as close as possible.

They tried to keep kissing but when Louis hit Harry's prostate dead on, he broke away to moan out loud and throw his head back against the window, baring his neck to Louis, who immediately attached his mouth to it. Sucking onto Harry's neck, Louis picked up his pace, after all, to finally make them fall apart completely. And with one particularly forceful thrust right into Harry's prostate, he came all over himself with a strangled cry of Louis' name, pushing him right over the edge along with his boyfriend. Riding out their highs, they stayed connected and pressed up against the window for a moment, panting into each other's faces with huge smiles.

"I love you so much, Haz" Louis leaned their foreheads together.

Stroking with his thumb over his cheeks, Harry smiled at him as if he had hung the moon and the stars. "And I love you, Lou".

Finally pulling out and setting Harry back down to the ground, Louis kissed him again softly, tangling his hands into his long hair. Immediately, Harry kissed him back happily, cupping his face like every bloody time. Louis was a sucker for that gesture. He loved it when Harry put his hands on his face. It made him feel warm and loved and protected in a way he couldn't put into words. With grabbing him like this, it always felt like Harry was cherishing and worshipping him with a simple touch and it swept him off his feet every single time. He would never get used to the feeling.

"Let's go to bed. We need some sleep. It's a big day tomorrow" Louis traced his finger over Harry's jawline in a trance.

"Only if you cuddle me" Harry jutted his bottom lip out cutely.

"When do I not?" Louis shook his head fondly at him, taking his hand and walking inside. "I love cuddling you, Haz. It's literally my favourite thing to do. I could do it all day".

"So, you'd choose cuddles over sex?" Harry climbed into bed with him, grabbing some tissues to wipe himself clean for the night.

"Is that my only other option?" Louis pulled him into his arms.

"Kissing is also on the table. Choose wisely" Harry rested his head on Louis' naked chest, grinning widely.

"I could never go without kissing you, Pedal" Louis kissed the top of his head. "So, I'd choose kissing over everything else".

Sighing out contently, Harry closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to his chest. "Me too, Blue. Me too".

Sunday morning after another unruly early awakening and some steamy naked escapades in the shower and the tub, Louis and Harry prepared scrambled eggs and bacon as breakfast for the girls. This early in the morning, yesterday night had felt like a fever dream to Louis. For a second, he had thought that he had dreamt his girls calling Harry Papa but then they woke up and joined them in the kitchen, greeting them with hugs and calling Harry Papa casually as if it was nothing.

It sent Louis into another mental breakdown but not as bad as he had expected. Even yesterday it hadn't affected him as much as he had expected when he had pictured the scenario in his head. Of course, he has been emotionally overwhelmed but he had seen it coming for a while. The girls had accepted Harry into their family way before Louis had. He had known they would say it sooner or later, especially after Maeva's question prior to the incident. Hearing it though had turned his world upside down but it had only felt right, just like this morning. Harry was their father. End of story.

Nonetheless, Louis kissed him hard when the girls hopped over to the dining table, way too affected by this domesticity and the feeling of family and home. Harry made a happy sound and kissed him back just as passionately, wrapping his arms around him safely and pulling him right into his chest. Opening their teary eyes, they just looked at each other with equally bright smiles. This was home.

During breakfast, Mae and Eve were raving about their visit to the castle and told them that they had dreamt about living there with the lost princess and her kitchen boy last night. Their eyes were literally sparkling and they had happy smiles permanently plastered onto their faces, settling something inside of Louis.

"So, I take it you liked this weekend?" Louis checked interested, his chin resting on his propped up and interlaced hands.

"You joking?" Evelina blinked at him. "We loved it. It was great".

"I agree with Eve. This weekend was fantastic. How could you think we wouldn't like it?" Maeva looked incredulously at him.

"I only wanted to make sure. What you think matters the most" Louis shrugged around a proud smile.

"That's sweet but you don't have to worry about this. We would let you know if we hated something" Maeva assured him smilingly.

"Exactly. We'd be complaining all the time" Evelina exaggerated.

"I figured" Louis chuckledfondly.

"I'd go as far and say we should come back one day but maybe in summer when we can actually go into the ocean" Evelina picked at her nails sassily.

"That sounds very nice" Harry smiled dreamily. "I'm sure we're gonna come back one day".

"Ace. Thanks, Pa" Evelina grinned excitedly, making Louis' heart stutter and Harry close his eyes to take a deep breath. It was definitely still too much to handle hearing this so casually.

"I'm gonna take care of the dishes and fix the kitchen. Can you be perfect little children and get dressed? Pack your bags after, yeah? We need to leave in an hour" Louis looked at his daughters with a penetrative expression in his eyes, knowing how they could be.

"I think we'll manage" Evelina rolled her eyes just for show.

"An hour isn't that much, Eve" Maeva shook her head at her sister, facing Harry. "Can you help me pack, Papa?".

"Sure, Sweetheart" Harry was visibly fighting against his urge to cry out of happiness, squeezing Louis' hand for mental support.

"Then let's get to work".

Somehow, they managed to get everything done in under an hour and met at the front door with packed bags and suitcases, leaving behind a clean cottage, that they would definitely visit again. Giving back the key to the friendly owner of the cottage, they expressed their love for the house and said goodbye to him, mentioning how they'd be back soon. Getting into the car, they drove all the way back home, listening to music on the radio and singing along to every song even if they didn't know it. Arriving at his mum's place, they dropped the girls off, hugged them goodbye and hopped back into the car to pick up Zayn and Àmbar on the way before driving up to London for the concert. He was buzzing with excitement.

"Ready for the best night of our lives?" Zayn asked hyper when he climbed into the backseat of the car.

"I'm pretty sure I had that night already" Louis smirked dirtily, winking at Harry openly. "But yes. I'm definitely ready".

"Could have swallowed that first part" Zayn snorted unimpressed.

"Nice choice of words. You're really pushing your luck with me, mh? This was made for a perfect innuendo" Louis laughed at him, seeing Àmbar rolling her eyes at their antics.

"But you didn't jump on it. You chose to point it out instead. What was the point?" Zayn countered dryly.

"I wanted to go easy on you, Joey. You know I love you" Louis pouted childishly. "And I already jumped Haz earlier, so no need for more jumping today except at the concert".

An amused laugh burst out of Àmbar while Harry turned bright red, pinching his side lightly. Zayn looked totally unimpressed and so done with him. "I hate you so much. This was horrible".

"Only the truth" Louis shrugged unfazed.

"Yeah and apparently Harry fucked your wits out when you jumped him. Your comebacks have been way better" Zayn threw him a smug look, wiggling his eyebrows nastily. "No wits left".

"Come again?" Louis glared at him jokingly, feeling his cheeks heating up at the memories. "You do remember that I'm driving you to London, mh? Better be careful with your words".

"Or what? You jump Harry right in front of us? Go for it. I don't care" Zayn didn't move one muscle in his face, totally unchanged.

"I bloody hate you" Louis huffed defeatedly, starting the car.

Zayn only cackled at his reaction triumphantly, Àmbar joining him in pure amusement. Loyally, Harry restrained from laughing but the corners of his lips twitched with a smile. Deciding to suck it up, Louis poked his tongue out at his friends and pinched Harry's thigh to break his concentration and 'punish' him for wanting to laugh at his misery, which only ended in Harry laughing way too hard at the entire situation. Louis was surrounded by idiots.

At one point, they thankfully calmed down and changed the topic and Louis has never been happier to talk about work, listening to Zayn and Àmbar talking about their week at the bar and hospital. Around the halfway point, he and Harry got asked about their trip and so they told them everything they needed to know. They told them about their walk through the little town, their time on the beach and their visit to the castle, reminiscing the girls' made-up story about the princess. They mentioned Louis' meal for them and showed them their painted nails but then both of them fell silent.

"What is it?" Àmbar noticed the change directly. "What's wrong?".

"Nothing. It's just ... um ..." Louis trailed off, glancing at Harry.

"Yeah?" Àmbar hooked in anticipation.

"They called me Papa" Harry revealed quietly.

"What?" Zayn and Àmbar gaped at them in shock.

"It literally just happened. I was ... It made me cry. I felt too much at once" Harry stumbled over his words emotionally, so Louis reached over to squeeze Harry's hand. "I feel so honoured that they accept me as their father. I didn't expect this at all".

"That is amazing, guys" Zayn reached around the seat to grab Harry's shoulders, shaking them affectionately. "Wow".

"I can only imagine what it felt like to you. I'm so happy for you" Àmbar sounded a little choked up. "Both of you".

"Thanks, Am" Louis smiled at her through the rear-view mirror. "It definitely messed me up. We both cried a little bit".

"Did it turn you on though?" Zayn checked smugly, a knowing smirk on his dogmatic face.

"Piss off" Louis grumbled darkly, feeling caught and exposed.

"I take that as a yes" Zayn leaned back satisfied.

"I hate you".

Thankfully, they were finally at the arena and Louis could get out of the car and strangle Zayn. Looking up at the lit-up arena, his wish to harm his friend vanished and was replaced with anticipation and pure excitement, causing him to bounce on his heels like a child. Taking Harry's hand, he headed for the entrance with his friends in tow. They came right in time for the big gates to open because they had stopped on the way to grab something to eat and drop their bags in their hotel rooms. Somehow, they had made it right in time and not an ounce too early. Now they didn't have to wait hours outside in the cold February air and could go right in to find their seats, Louis and Àmbar taking a toilet break before sitting down but they both had weak bladders and they were acting up.

"I just wanna say again how happy I am for you, Lew" Àmbar spoke up as soon as they were out of their separate bathrooms, heading for the merch stand. "I think you downplayed how much this affects you. They call him Papa now, Lew".

"I know" Louis exhaled shakily. "It didn't hit me completely off guard because I was expecting it at one point but it still makes me feel all warm and tingly every time they say it and I just wanna kiss Haz every damn time for being perfect and fitting right into our tiny family like it has always been meant to be. He just belongs".

"Because it was meant to be" Àmbar shrugged non-committally.

"You think?" Louis bit the inside of his cheek, feeling exactly the same but needing to hear someone else say it out loud right now.

"Of course. That you two met was fate and everyone can see it. You were supposed to be in each other's lives. I would go as far and say you're romantic soulmates and I know that you know this" Àmbar tilted her head to the side with a soft smile. "Don't you?".

"It feels like it" Louis confirmed what she already knew.

Apparently happy with his answer, she simply nudged his side and got in line for the merchandise. Joining her side, Louis remembered that he still had a gift for Harry and he decided to give it to him after the concert in their hotel room. For now, he focused on the t-shirts, sweaters, hoodies, tote bags and caps on display. He really wanted all of it but that would be madness, so he had to choose. To his relief, Àmbar was struggling just as much as him. Deciding on a cap and a t-shirt, Louis was about to pay when he added a hoodie for Harry, planning on stealing it for himself when it smelled like him in the near future. He was a genius. A mastermind.

Heading back over to their friends, they presented their new and amazing purchases to them. Harry thanked him for the hoodie with a kiss, mumbling how it was gonna look so good on Louis only paired up with his boxers. And Louis should really question how Harry knew but he wasn't even surprised. He only felt warm at the thought, sitting down to cuddle his boyfriend without a care in the world. This man was his soulmate and he was perfection.

"Can you for one second not think about how perfect your stupid boyfriend is?" Zayn groaned as he saw the look on his face. "It's too much. We get it. You love him and think he's magic. Moving on. Aren't you sick of yourself?".

"I'm only sick of you" Louis shot back playfully, pulling Harry even closer into his arms just because. "And he is perfect for me".

"Kill me" Zayn threw his hands in the air in surrender.

"I think you're pretty perfect yourself, Lou" Harry rubbed his nose against his cheek like a cat, making Louis shiver.

"My pedal" Louis turned his head slightly to capture Harry's lips in a sweet kiss, simply accepting his words and believing him.

"Lord, help me" Zayn buried his twisted face in his propped-up hands, causing Àmbar to laugh at him amusedly. "What did I do to deserve this? What?!".

"The list is long, Joey".

To Zayn's mercy, the lights went down and the opener entered the stage. The band Snake Bed, that Louis loved as well. From the first second on, the adrenaline was pumping through Louis' veins and he couldn't stay in his seat. No one really could because they were an amazing band and knew how to engage with the crowd even if it wasn't their own headlining concert. It set the perfect mood for the main act tonight.

In the little break between the opener and the main act, Louis and Àmbar went to the toilet again to make sure they would get through the rest of the concert without an annoying bladder. When they came back, Louis immediately noticed that Harry had bought some merch himself. Another hoodie, a sweater, a t-shirt and one of the tote bags. More clothes Louis could steal at home. When they locked eyes, Louis could see that Harry was thinking the same thing, which was odd because until now Louis had restrained from stealing any of Harry's clothes for a longer period of time. Looked like he was easy to read for his soulmate.

"No, not again. Sit your ass down" Zayn caught on to what was going on between them in a silent conversation. "Stop it".

"It's way too late for that, Zayn" Àmbar chuckled unbothered.

"Insufferable".

Deciding to have mercy on his friends and his poor heart, Louis broke the eye contact and sat down next to his boyfriend, waiting for the concert to begin. When the first sounds of the opening song were heard, they were all on their feet. The moment Lost Secrets entered the stage, everything around him stopped for a minute. It felt surreal to be here and witness this. They were his all-time favourite band and he was obsessed with the lead singer Valia. In his humble opinion, she was the best singer and songwriter of this generation. Logically, he knew he was biased but he loved her.

Jumping around with his friends and screaming the lyrics top of his lungs, Louis had the time of his life. In his pure bliss, he didn't record any of the concert but he knew Àmbar definitely took care of that in turns with Harry. After their last song, the rainbow lights died down and the outro song started playing through the loudspeakers of the arena and Louis felt numb and empty. Post-concert depression was never a nice thing but it has been worth it.

Outside the arena, he was still buzzing with adrenaline just like his friends. Raving about the great concert, they got into Louis' car and drove the short way over to the hotel. Saying good night to each other, they headed into their two separate hotel rooms and agreed on meeting for breakfast downstairs tomorrow morning. In their hotel room, Louis felt the exhaustion of the day catching up with him, stopping right in front of the double bed to yawn at the sight of it. Making matters worse, warm arms snaked around his waist.

"Did you have fun?" Harry pulled him flush against his chest.

"No, I obviously hated it" Louis craned his neck up to throw him an incredulous look. "What kind of question is that? I loved it, Haz".

"Just making sure" Harry blushed prettily.

"This concert was the best gift I've ever received, Pedal" Louis turned around in his arms. "Which reminds me, I have something for you. A gift for my pedal. For my perfect princess".

"Zayn was right. Aren't you sick of yourself?" Harry blushed deeper, all the way up to the tips of his ears, trying to cover it up.

Reaching around him, Louis pinched his bum. "Do you want it or not? I might keep it for myself even if I don't wear stuff like that".

"Wear?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, definitely very interested now. "What is it? You didn't have to get me any ...".

"I know, Pedal" Louis petted Harry's cheek gently. "But I saw this when we were at the castle and thought of you. I just had to buy it. I was only waiting for the right moment to give it to you".

"And that moment is now?" Harry sounded breathless already.

"Yes, that moment is now" Louis grabbed into his pocket to get the little box out, handing it to Harry with a racing heart. "Here".

With big eyes, Harry took the little box carefully and opened it slowly, gasping quietly at the sight of his gift. It was an antique silver ring with a big rose adorning it. "Lou! It's beautiful".

Tentatively, Harry touched the ring and put it on, marveling at the sight of it on his finger. And that was when Louis knew this was it. It overcame him like a huge wave and he couldn't stop the words from bursting out of him, placing his hands on Harry's chest.

"Marry me".

Definitely not expecting to hear these words, Harry dropped his hand and stared at Louis with huge eyes. "What?".

Swallowing down his nerves and upcoming fear, Louis cupped Harry's face tenderly. "Marry me, Haz".

Seemingly really registering his words this time, Harry teared up and let out a broken sob. "Really? Is this ...?".

"I didn't plan this" Louis shook his head when Harry glanced down at his ring. "This ring wasn't supposed to be an engagement ring. I just ... I knew I wanted to marry you and everyone kept telling me to just ask you but I thought it would be too soon".

"You don't think that anymore?" Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' waist, pulling him closer with tears streaming down his face.

"When I saw you with the ring, I just couldn't keep it in. I wanted to ... I don't even know. I just wanna marry you at this point in my life and I don't care if it's too long for some people. It feels right to me because I just know you're my soulmate" Louis rubbed his thumbs over Harry's cheeks to soothe both of them.

Clumsily, Harry smashed their lips together in a wet kiss, crying more than actually kissing. "I feel the same. We're soulmates, Lou".

"Does that mean you're gonna marry me? You haven't answered me yet" Louis mumbled against his lips love-drunk.

Instead of answering him, Harry picked him up and jumped onto the bed with him, almost crashing him underneath his body. "Of course, I wanna marry you, Lou. I've been picturing it for way too long to be considered normal. So, yes, I will marry you".

Pulling him down into another kiss, Louis was overcome by so much happiness. This right here was the happiest moment of his life and he just couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear, which made kissing almost impossible but Harry wasn't doing any better. Blissfully happy, they just held each other close and beamed like two total nutcases. Two nutcases, who would get married soon.

"We're getting married" Louis breathed out in disbelief.

"We're really getting married, Lou. Shit, I can't believe it" Harry pecked his lips before simply staring down at him in something like wonder. "Please, tell me I'm not dreaming. Tell me this is real".

Pressing another kiss on his lips, Louis kept their faces close, not even an inch apart. "You're not dreaming, Pedal. This is really happening. You're gonna be my husband".

"And you're gonna be my husband, Blue. I'm gonna be a Tomlinson" Harry radiated pure happiness, making his heart stutter.

"That's what you want, Haz?" Louis' throat felt so dry suddenly.

"It's all I want, Lou. I wanna have your name forever" Harry rubbed their noses together before kissing him yet again. 

The thought of Harry taking his name made Louis' heart beat faster and his head spin. He hadn't even considered that, too caught up in the haziness of his spontaneous proposal. But his fiance wanting to take his name did something to Louis. He felt disgustingly warm and mushy all over, only wanting to bask in the familiar warmth of his future husband.

"Then you'll get my name, Baby" Louis sighed out shakily, feeling so much at once when Harry buried his face in his neck, not leaving any space left between them "Harry Edward Tomlinson".

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And when I tell you a proposal and marriage weren't even planned for a long time, would you believe me?