Been really ill recently, glandular fever. Nasty stuff. If anyone's interesting in editing and correcting my fanfic then please message me, because I am a terrible typer. That would be much appreciated aha! It would include putting all their names back to normal, which I am going to start doing now. :)
Two Weeks Later
The soft, light breathing of Louis Tomlinson blew blissfully on the nape of Harry Styles' neck, as Harry awoke, and in towards his lover. Checking the time on the small digital watch on the bedside cabinet, he dusted away some of the rheum, that had gathered in the corners of his eyes overnight, with the pads of his fingers. He then turned over, and gently caressed Louis' cheeks with the tips of his left fingers. Louis mewled slightly, as his eyes slowly opened. Harry gazed in to them; Louis still had eyeliner on from the night before. Harry loved this, it always made Louis seem more... confident.
"Hey," Harry whispered softly. "It's twelve already."
"Is it?" Louis smiled, as he looked up at Harry, his heart missing a beat. Harry was propped up on his elbow, his left hand stroking Louis' cheekbone. "That was a nice sleep."
"Yeah," Harry smiled back. "It was."
The all too familiar sound of a blackberry came from under Louis' pillow. He had bought it the Saturday before, as he had enough of Harry's pestering for a decent one. "Leave it." Harry insisted.
"It might be important." Louis raised his eyebrows. As he interrupted his and Harry's moment, he snatched the phone from under his pillow and read the intrusion out loud. "'Here in two hours with David. Lottie - ex ex.'" Louis raised eyebrows then furrowed, as he was genuinely confused.
"Who's Lottie?" Harry returned the frown, as Louis tutted.
"She's my sister."
"Ohhhh yeah! Sorry, love." Harry bent forward and kissed Louis' nose in apology.
"It's fine. But... who's David? She probably texted me by accident. She can't be coming here... can she?"
"Who knows? C'mon, let's see your mum, then." Harry rolled over, but was pulled back by Louis. "What?"
"You forgot to give me a kiss." Louis gave a wink, as Harry grinned. He got out of bed, but then leaned over and firmly pressed his lips to Louis' own. Letting go, he murmured: "Morning babe," and gave one last quick peck - "afternoon, actually" - before pulling away and retrieving some clothes. Louis stayed in the same position from when Harry kissed him for a moment, then followed suit and rolled out of bed.
"That was such a lovely moment, just now." Louis smiled as they made the short distance over the road to his mother's, Jo's (or Jay's), house, hand in hand, fingers in fingers.
"Yeah. You always look so beautiful in the mornings." Harry lightly bumped Louis' shoulder with his own.
"Oh, stop it you." Their feet scuffed the pavement as they climbed the steps and firmly knocked on the door. After a few seconds, Jo opened the door.
"You're early- oh, hi guys!" Jo stepped to the side with the door, as Louis stepped in, shortly before Harry.
Next thing they knew, they were both on the sofa drinking tea, Jo in the armchair opposite.
"Why did Lottie text me this morning?" Louis came out with. Jo's eyes widened.
"Oh sugar. The silly girl, she texted the wrong person!" Jo's shoulders slumped, as Louis realised that L (for Louis) must be immediately before M (for mum).
"Aha, so she was meant to text you!"
"You're too clever for your own good, Mr." Jo smiled. "It was going to be a surprise, but Lottie is coming down for a couple of months - with David. She's on a Uni break."
"Oh good, I haven't seen her in ages!" Louis smiled.
"Who's David?" Harry piped up.
"David..." came a new voice, emerging from the small hallway next door, "is my beautiful baby boy!" Louis and Harry gawped, as in came a girl with long blonde hair and a pram, containing, you guessed it, a baby boy, who was gurgling softly.
"Lottie!" Jo shot up, and gave her daughter a hug. "When... how?"
"Door was left ajar." Lottie smiled, as Louis shot Harry a look. "And who are these two handsome boys?" she looked down the sofa, as Louis and Harry plonked down their teas. They all waited for Lottie to realise.
"L-Louis? Is that you?" Her jaw dropped, as Louis nodded, smiling, and got up to give her sister a hug. "You look amazing!"
"So do you."
"And who's your friend?" Lottie asked, as Harry arose behind Louis.
"Oh, Harry?" Louis turned round, hooking an arm round Harry's waist and giving him a kiss, making them both smile. "Harry's my boyfriend." Louis rushed on, as Lottie looked aghast. "Well, fiance, actually..." he trailed off, as Lottie looked like she was about to faint.
And then she did.
"Was it something I said?" Louis clutched on to Harry's arm as Jo continuously slapped Lottie round the face.
"It's okay, dear, she always used to when she watched horror films, remember?" Jo insisted, as Louis cringed at the words 'horror films'. Harry picked up on this and kissed his temple. "Lottie?"
"Mum...?" Lottie sat up, looking dazed.
"I'll make you some green tea." Jo trotted off in to the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," the sprightly girl bounced up, as if nothing happened. "So... you two are getting... married?"
"Yes, indeed we are." Louis smiled once more, as Harry stayed quiet. "Sorry, Haz is shy in front of strangers, so he doesn't talk much."
"Excuse me?" Harry spoke for the first time, frowning at his boyfriend.
"Well, you don't seem to be bursting with words, do you?" Louis rolled his eyes as Harry stayed quiet, looking down.
"Aw, Louis, don't be mean. Wow, isn't he simply gorgeous?" Lottie whispered to Louis. "Mind you, Lou, the last time I saw you, you were wearing that maroon jumper that mum knitted you." Harry sniggered at this, as Louis blushed bright red.
"I wouldn't have him any other way." Harry scooped up Louis' shoulders and pulled him in to a tight bear hug.
Lottie had certainly made an impact on the next few weeks. After making a move on Niall, Zayn blurted out their secretive relationship and pulled his lover back at once. She withheld all information, though; it was always about other people, which may seem selfless, but also annoying...
"So... do you keep in contact with the father?" Louis asked one afternoon, when he, Harry and Lottie were alone in the flat lounge. Harry had slipped off to the loo, and Louis saw the perfect chance.
"I don't like to talk about him. Let's change the subject. When's the wedding?" she put on a completely over the top smile. Louis just sighed. Luckily, Lottie's phone went off, giving Louis an excuse to avoid the question.
"Hello? Oh, hi mum... yeah, sure. Of course, I'll be right there. No, it's no problem, Louis can look after him... okay, see you in a minute. Bye - yeah, yeah - bye!" Lottie hung up, and gave an almighty sigh.
"Wh - are you going somewhere?"
"Yeah, mum said something about a surprise... I'll be back in five minutes." She got up, and made for the door.
"You're forgetting David." Louis protested.
"Oh, I'm sure you can manage for five minutes!" and then a slam. Then Harry came in.
"Where's she gone?" he asked huskily.
"I have no bloody idea." And then the dreaded sounds of the devil in the pram. Louis slumped his shoulders. "What do we do?"
Harry was fuming. Louis had just gotten over having a baby, and now they were stuck with one?!
"Leave it." Harry breathed out.
"We can't just leave it, it's crying!" and now Louis was bent over the pram, arms reaching in to pry the baby.
"Don't pick it up, no, Louis, don't-" Harry started, but the deed was done. Louis was, sure enough, bobbing up and done and whispering soothing words to the little lad. "This can't be good."
"He stinks." Louis walked over towards Harry.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving him to you!"
"Why?"
"Because I need to get nappies! She hasn't left us with any." Louis handed over the sibling, and dashed awau.
"Why can't I get them?"
"You haven't got any bloody money!" Louis shouted at the door, then closed it softly behind him. Harry looked where he was. Standing, in the middle of the room, with a gurgling baby in his arms. Harry peered round at the baby's face, frowning. "Why does your mummy have to be such a liability, eh? Yes, she is! Yes, she is! Your mummy's a liability!" Harry grinned at the baby, who in turn giggled. Harry's heart fluttered slightly. Then he cleared his throat. "C'mon, back in the pram."
"Harry!" The sound of his boyfriend's voice sounded through the little hall outside.
"Louis?" Harry frowned as Louis bounced in and pounced in Harry's arms. Harry would have toppled over backwards in to the pram, if Louis didn't let go and give him a powerful kiss instead. "What's the occasion?" Harry kissed Louis back, grinning down at his lover.
"Oh, nothing," another kiss, "just because you're you. And..." Louis pulled up an extremely small cage, peeled off Harry's hand from his bum and place the cage in Harry's expectant fingers.
"This is light." Harry remarked, as Louis stood back a bit.
"Open it." He smiled.
"Okay." Harry gently unlatched the hinges, and let the weight of the door and gravity do the work. After peering in and gasping, he placed it down on the sofa and waited...
...for the tiny, mewling, ridiculously fluffy, pure white kitten to stumble out of it's cage and let out a tiny 'miaow' up at Louis and Harry. "Oh my god." Harry gasped once more, as Louis pulled the kitten up and gave it a kiss.
"Can we call it Princess?" Louis asked cutely, as Harry laughed out loud at Louis' typicality. He took out his phone, stood next to Louis and took a picture of the three of them.
"Yes. Yes we can. Isn't she adorable?" Harry stretched out a finger and tickled Princess's neck. She let out a mewl.
"Happy four month anniversary, honey." Louis reached up to the ever-growing Harry and planted a kiss to his lips.
