BSM/DDM Imagines (1D)

DDM Larry

Papa; Harry
Dad; Louis
Age 3
Harry thinks you're sick.

Louis' p.o.v:

Y/n got up later than usual and that's different.

"Why isn't she awake yet? That's it Louis if she's not up in the next five minutes I'm taking her to the hospital." Harry said pacing the living room.

"Harry she's fine. She probably stayed up late watching her films." I said.

"Nope, Louis, we need to wake her up." Harry said heading upstairs.

"Harr-"

"Hi, papa, dad." I said walking into the living room.

"Why are you up at this time?" Harry asked.

"I was tired. I had a sore tummy-"

"You were in pain? Why didn't you wake one of us up? Oh my god that's it, she's going to the hospital!" Harry said picking Y/n up.

"I'm sorry, you were tired last night and I don't want you to be tired when you woke up." Y/n said.

"See Harry, she's fine. Now put her down." I said.

"Are you feeling better?" Harry asked her.

"Yea-" she cut herself off by a little cough.

"Oh no.." I mumbled.

"That's it!" Harry said.

"Harry she's fine! It was only a little cough!" I said rolling my eyes.

"I ok, papa." Y/n said smiling softly.

I smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Want some cer-" Y/n cut me off by sneezing.

"GET IN THE CAR!" Harry yelled picking Y/n up.

"Oh for god sake!" I said grabbing my coat and heading to the car.

Turns out Y/n was coming down with a cold but Harry treated her like the queen and didn't leave her side, even though she said herself that she's fine.

"And you said that she was fine." Harry said sitting next to me on the couch.

"She was, Harry." I said.

"Well even if she stubbed her toe, or even jammed her finger, I'll be her super-papa." Harry said.

I chuckled, "weirdo."

This was a random one.