Your Arms are the Safest Place

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Louis was having one of those days. One of those god awful days where he just wanted to lock himself in the bathroom and cry about it because the day just never seemed to end. But he couldn't do that because it was just the start of his day at work, and he had a long 6 hours ahead of him in the office.

Honestly, he woke up that day thinking it was going to be a good day. His lovely husband, Harry, was being wonderful this morning, (even more wonderful than he usually is) he made the bed for once; he also made waffles for breakfast which were Louis' favorite, and took care of their son, Tommy, when he started to cry that morning. So when he gave Harry a kiss on the way out that morning and said, "I love you," to which Harry responded back, "I love you more," he thought that maybe for once it wouldn't be that bad of a day. Of course all of that changed when his co-workers decided to dump a part, or most of, their work on Louis to do since he still has to make up for the time he took off to have Tommy and raise him for a bit. His stress levels throughout the day steadily increased as work piled up one stack after another atop his desk.

 And along with all of that work, someone ended up spilling their coffee down the front of his shirt which he would have to clean later. He tried his best not to punch his fellow co-worker square in the face by gritting his teeth together in a tight smile and holding his fists down by his side. The worker started to apologize but at this point he really couldn't give a fuck to listen to them, so he just said, "It’s fine," in the annoyed tone that he completely meant to slip out.

 He could finally start counting down the minutes and the seconds as his work-day from hell came to its slow and painful close around 5. The drive home just added itself onto the top of his 'Day full of shit list' considering he was now stuck in traffic. Currently in gridlock, he put his head down on the steering wheel, closed his eyes, and took some deep breaths. He's decided that when he got home he would take a shower, get in bed and go to sleep as soon as possible to put this day behind him. But little does he know, at home Harry and Tommy were planning something else.

Harry had their son on the couch and was kneeling on the floor in front of him so that they were face to face. "Okay Tommy, when I talked to daddy earlier at work he didn't sound too happy. How about we cheer him up when he gets home, yeah?" Harry asked him.

 "Yeah!" Tommy agreed clearly excited to which Harry smiled at.

"But papa," Tommy said with a concerned face.

 "What is it bud?" Harry asked while poking his tummy earning himself a small giggle.

 "How are we gonna make daddy happy?" Tommy questioned.

 "Well bud, daddy loves nerf guns and I just happened to buy a couple of new ones just for us. One with your name on it and one with mine," he said and pulled the two nerf guns out of a bag from under the coffee table near the books.

 Harry smiled to himself since he hid them in the most obvious place and they weren't found by Louis. But, he knew that Louis didn't read much so it was essentially the most perfect place to hide them for the past weekend.

"So, we're going to hide before he gets home, then when he walks through the door, we shoot him." Harry said.

 He chuckled as he already saw Tommy testing out the nerf gun by making noises and aiming it in different places. Tommy aimed it at Harry's head with a smile and fired it straight at his forehead. Harry dramatically fell on the floor with the back of his right hand over his "gunshot" and sprawled his body in a way that made him look like a damsel in distress from a movie. He closed his eyes and tried to say without laughing, "I've been shot! Oh god this is it. Tell Tommy," he looked up at his son for dramatic effect before falling back to the ground, "I love him!" He stuck out his tongue and laid there for a few seconds before he felt a weight on his upper chest.