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‘Pen-Pen, did you just throw a pancake at the wall?’ Louis watched in horror, mouth slightly agape as the small pancake lost its fight with gravity, not enough sauce on it as it slid pathetically to the floor. 

With only half a coffee in his system, Louis was definitely not awake enough for this level of bullshit. 

The angelic look that the five year old flashed at him in reply, coupled with a toothy grin with a gap to the front, melted his heart into a puddle of goo; he was helpless when it came to her and he absolutely knew it.

As anticipated, a moment later there was a thunder of paws and a flash of golden curls which ricocheted off one of the kitchen chairs. The dogs’ paws slipped as he struggled to get purchase on the kitchen floor in his haste to reach the fallen food. ‘ Malcolm!’

Louis was glad he hadn't shelled out for the expensive porcelain tiles when he'd bought his home. No doubt they would've been scratched to shit by now; yet he wouldn't have it any other way.

‘Malcolm wanted some breakfast too, Daddy! I could tell.’ Penny giggled as the labradoodle turned towards them, wagging his tail excitedly, tongue hanging out in anticipation of other flying foods coming his way. Louis rolled his eyes, getting to his feet and grabbing a bone shaped biscuit from the pawprint jar. 

‘Here you go, you absolute menace.’ Louis held out the biscuit, watching as the dog licked his lips in anticipation. He was acting as though Louis hadn't fed him breakfast thirty minutes earlier; a total drama queen like his owner. ‘ Ah-ah , what do we do?’ Obediently, Malcolm sat down, blinking at Louis as he waited for his treat. 

Holding out his hand, Louis beamed as Malcolm raised his paw to Louis’ palm with a little woof . ‘Good boy,’ Louis praised as the dog swiped the biscuit, ruffling the fur on top of his head before Malcolm trotted off to his dog bed, happily munching away.

‘See Daddy, he was hungry!’ Penny beamed proudly, her bright blue eyes sparkling in a mirror image of his own. Louis’ heart bloomed, proud of his daughter and her compassionate heart, even if her execution was a little off.

‘That doesn’t mean we throw our food across the kitchen,’ Louis chastised softly, reaching over and cupping the back of her head, fingers narrowly missing her neat french plait. ‘Plus, pancakes aren’t the best food for doggies.’

‘But they’re delicious !’ She frowned at him, a confused look on her face. Louis chuckled fondly, knowing she wouldn't fully understand why the labradoodle couldn't indulge in such treats.

‘Why thank you, Pen-Pen, but dogs aren’t really allowed to eat too many human foods. Otherwise they’ll get poorly tummies.’ It was the simplest explanation he could come up with before eight in the morning. She scrunched her face up, her expression implying she was thinking very deeply. Then, as though realisation had hit, she broke out into a wide smile. Louis poised himself, knowing whatever she was going to say next would probably make him laugh.

‘Oh. Just like you, when you have too much cheese!’ She piped up excitedly, making Louis almost choke on the last mouthful of his coffee. For a five year old, she was incredibly smart and Louis loved it. He couldn’t hold back his smile  watching the intelligent, creative and outgoing daughter he had raised solo from the age of two; with his striking blue eyes, and brown, wavy hair. She was the perfect blend of Louis’ looks and personality.

‘Something like that,’ Louis giggled in amusement, scooping up his empty plate and coffee mug; tucking them away in the dishwasher. ‘Come on Pen-Pen, we need to leave for school in a minute.’ Sliding a small tupperware of fruit into her Disney princess lunch bag, he zipped up the bag with a satisfied smile. She would protest otherwise, but he knew his daughter secretly loved the star-shaped fruits he carefully cut out for her each morning.

‘Is Malcolm coming to school today?’ She asked, threading her arms through her favourite pink fluffy coat. Louis had brought it for an absolute steal in the Next sale, but he could see that she'd need a new one soon enough; kids grow way too quickly for his liking. 

‘No, Uncle Zayn is coming to take him for a walk in a bit then they’re going to hang out at his studio.’ He watched as Penny nodded in understanding, before slipping her feet into her school shoes. He knelt in front of her, securing the velcro on her shoes before straightening out her coat; it still overwhelmed him a little that he had a school aged child. She always looked so smart in her grey pinafore and navy cardigan.

‘Does he ever come to your studio, Daddy?’ she asked after a moment. Louis bit back a smirk at the thought of his labradoodle running around in the animation studios. Malcolm would easily cause more chaos than if he took Penny’s entire school class with him.

‘Sadly, dogs aren’t allowed in my office, Pen-Pen.’ He added a small pout, as though he was positively devastated by the outcome.

‘Oh, don't forget, it's school photo day!’ Penny called out, matter of fact as she skipped off to pick which toy would be joining them on the school run that morning. Louis’ mouth fell open as he stared at the spot his daughter had just vacated.

‘ When ?’ He desperately wracked his brain for this information, flipping through the endless filofax of information he had stored in his brain. There were so many things he needed to write down and remember for Penny’s school, he even had a dedicated whiteboard on the fridge to keep him on track.

Nothing was written to prompt him about a photographer.

‘To-day…’ She deadpanned, narrowing her eyes as her hands went to her hips. Louis gulped, wishing he had done something a little more exciting with her hair than a simple french plait that she wore every day for school. He had perfected it over the years, yet he always wanted to do something a little special for picture day.

‘ Shit!’ He hissed, fisting the back of his hair. His eyes rapidly scanned Penny’s outfit; her polo shirt was sparkly white, her hair was tidy and her shoes were clean. Really, there was nothing to worry about, but Louis had wanted to make sure she looked picture perfect when the day arrived. Now, he had a mere two minutes before they had to leave the house and he was in a flap.

‘Daddy!’ Penny shot him her most disapproving look, eyebrows almost in her hairline. She had never looked more like Louis in that moment, absolute sass to the max. If Louis hadn't been so impressed, he most likely would have laughed, or taken a photo.

‘I am not putting a pound in the jar.’ Louis huffed, dashing to her room and pulling out a glittery navy hairband and two navy flower clips; it would have to do.

‘Can we have my Frozen playlist in the car, please?’ Penny clambered into her car seat, slotting the seatbelt into place. Louis cupped his hands in front of his face, blowing into them in a desperate attempt to warm them up; he really needed to go shopping for new gloves soon.

‘Yes,’ Louis sighed resolutely, regretting the day that he let slip that his Spotify account could essentially find every song in the world.

Including the entire Disney back catalogue. 

With Idina Meznel crooning away from the front of the car, Louis pulled off into the traffic, ready to do battle with every single other parent on the road trying to make it to school on time.

*

‘Right. Book bag, water bottle, lunch bag. Kiss?’ Penny turned her face to the side, offering her cheek to Louis, who took full advantage of planting a loud kiss on her cheek, knowing he only had a few years at best before she wouldn't allow him to do it. 

Louis preferred not to dwell too much about those days, not wanting his daughter to grow up too fast.

‘Have a nice day, Daddy!’ Penny called out, waving excitedly before disappearing through the school gate. Louis beamed back until she was out of sight, blushing a little to himself as pulled himself away from the chilly playground, back towards the car park.

Lost in his own little world, thinking about a scene he was working on at work, Louis jumped back with a shout as he nearly collided with a ridiculously large moving, black bag that was suspended in mid-air.

‘ Fuck !’ Louis jumped sideways, almost tumbling over as he tried to right himself and avoid a black eye.

‘I'm so sorry!’ A deep voice called back, before the bag lowered and Louis was faced with the most attractive man he'd ever seen in real life. He had short, wavy hair, dressed in a black sweatshirt with some sort of stitching on the breast and loose-fitting, light blue jeans. Dirty white vans were toe to toe at the end of legs that looked like they went on for days. ‘Did I get you?’

Feeling nervous in front of this beautiful stranger, Louis blinked a couple of times, before blurting, ‘you get me, you kill me!’ He mentally scolded himself, wondering why on earth he felt it was a good time to quote Friends , until the man responded with a genuine, hearty laugh. What he saw next, made his heart flutter and heat pool in his stomach.

The man had dimples.

Fucking dimples . 

Louis was in severe danger of melting into a puddle, right in front of his daughter's primary school. Not wanting to embarrass himself too much, Louis accepted that his heart was reacting in a way that he'd never felt before, yet would happily embrace all day; it was delicious yet disarming.

‘Ah, Matthew Perry always did have a way with words.’ Tall, dark and handsome sighed wistfully, making Louis’ heart skip a beat. 

Even his sigh was attractive.

Louis was fucked. 

‘I am sorry though, I usually have an assistant to help carry stuff but she called in sick today,’ the guy explained gently, lowering the bag to the floor, pushing his curls back off his face with long fingers. The move did little to hide his beautiful features, his green eyes even more visible without his hair partially blocking his view.

Wow.  

Louis had never thought he was attracted to hands, finding them more functional than anything, but even the cross tattoo which sat behind the man's thumb looked alluring. For a moment, he allowed himself a flash of a fantasy; those hands on his body, holding him in ways that would turn him into a quivering mess. Louis felt his mouth fill with saliva before clearing his throat, driven by a need to continue the conversation so he could hear the man's silky smooth voice.

‘It's fine, honestly! No harm done.’ Louis smiled softly, trying his best to calm the butterflies that had started to erupt in his stomach; it had been years since he'd last felt that tingling sensation. ‘Do you, er, need a hand?’

‘Oh, it's fine, I've got it.’ With a noise that was somewhere between a grunt and a squeal, he lifted the black bag again and hauled it onto his back. He squeaked, almost stumbling backwards under the weight. Like a reflex, Louis instinctively reached out an arm to steady him, feeling the warmth of the man's body through the thick material of his sweatshirt. ‘Thanks!’

‘Careful there, Bambi. Let me help you, please?’ 

The man's expression softened immediately, lips curling into a smile. ‘Okay. Thank you. If you could grab the canvas one? Be gentle with her though, the parents will string me up if I can't take the kids' photos!’ Louis wasn't sure which piece of information to start with first, as he carefully reached for the canvas bag.

‘Her?’ Louis asked with a giggle, watching as the man blushed, before nodding his head slowly.

‘Yes, Helena is my camera. I erm… I have a thing for naming objects.’ He raised one shoulder in a half shrug, his cheeks turning a brighter shade of pink; it was endearing and cute, making Louis’ heart stutter.

‘Do you also have a TV called Stevie?’ Louis teased with a wiggle of his eyebrows, a hand laying on his hip as he popped it outwards. Louis was about to mentally curse himself for the reaction, his body seemingly responding without his permission, but the giggle he received in response quashed all of his fears.

‘Maybe…’ The guy bit down on his bottom lip, eyes sparkling with amusement. Louis swooned a little, mentally berating himself for acting like a lovesick teen, before the penny dropped.

‘Wait, you're the school photographer?’ Louis’ eyes flew wide, shamelessly taking in the man once more; he couldn't have been much younger than Louis himself. Desperately wanting to ask if the man could take his own photo, just so he could spend more time with him, Louis swallowed down the crazy request. He knew he had less than an hour to get to the studio otherwise he would throw his whole day out.

He was already pushing his luck, but he was struggling to tear himself away.

‘Harry Styles, at your service.’ The curly-haired man nodded, before flushing bright pink again. His boyish smile endeared Louis more than he'd ever thought possible, sending a flurry of butterflies dancing around his stomach. Harry was clouding his brain, for sure. ‘Oh God , I didn't mean… I'm not usually this conversationally inept.’

‘It's fine, don't worry! I’m Louis, by the way. Tomlinson. My daughter is in Year 1.’

‘Oh, how sweet! Such a fun age.’ Harry beamed, eyes sparkling softly. They were a shade of green that Louis had never come across before; almost emerald with flecks of gold. 

Realising he was staring at Harry’s eyes for far too long, Louis chuckled before reaching out for the aforementioned bag. ‘Yeah, she's great.’

‘Just you, or…?’ Harry's lips twisted as he trailed off, clearly nervous of asking the question.

‘Is that your cheeky way of asking if I'm single?’ Louis glanced across to see Harry's cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink. It made the blue-eyed man wonder if he wore blusher or something to keep his cheeks that beautiful shade. Harry's reaction to his teasing was something that Louis never knew he enjoyed before.

Interesting .

‘I mean, I was just…’ Harry stammered nervously, almost losing his grip on the bag he was carrying. Louis felt guilty immediately, not wanting to embarrass Harry.

‘I'm sorry, I was only teasing.’ Louis’ lips curled into a gentle smile as he reached out and touched the photographer’s arm. He flinched a little at the contact, but didn't move away from the touch. ‘I am, though. Single. It's just me and Penny.’

‘Penny?’ Harry broke out into a wide smile, his features softening at the mention of his daughter's name. ‘What a lovely name.’

‘Thank you, luckily it was my pick. But to add to your question, it’s been the two of us for a while now.’ The expression on Harry’s face suggested he wanted to ask more, but he remained quiet as the two fell into step as they walked down the school corridor. Louis felt a flash of attraction deep in his stomach at the almost stranger, something he'd never experienced this quickly with anyone before.

The pair stopped when they reached the school hall, where a few boxes labelled HS in big gold initials already stood, waiting to be unpacked. Stepping into the big space, Louis took a deep breath; the dusty smell inside instantly taking him back to memories of his own school days.

‘Well, this is me.’ Harry offered Louis a shy smile, lifting the toe of one shoe to scratch the back of his opposite calf. He tentatively pushed his hands into his pockets, looking even more nervous than before. ‘Thank you for your help, Louis.’

‘You're welcome.’ Louis felt the magnetic pull between them, not wanting to leave Harry. He couldn't explain it, feeling such magnetism in such a short space of time.

Sadly, he caught sight of the clock on the wall behind Harry, stomach tensing as he noted the time. ‘ Shit ! I'm really sorry but I have to go. I'll be late for work otherwise!’

‘No worries, I understand.’ Harry chuckled, as Louis hastily walked backwards towards the main doors. He struggled to tear his eyes away from the curly haired man, eyes locked on one another until Louis reached the doorway. Regretfully, he knew he had to leave before he risked getting into trouble. ‘Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it.’

‘Anytime. Good luck photographing the kids! Make sure mine looks amazing, yeah?’ With a sultry wink, Louis turned on his heel and swiftly paced through the car park to where his car was waiting. Unlocking it, Louis threw himself into the car, banging his forehead onto the steering wheel as a frustrated groan tumbled from his lips.

‘ Make sure mine looks amazing? Well done Tomlinson, you made yourself look like a right tit!’ Louis muttered to himself, angrily jabbing his finger at the start button and shoving the car into drive. The furrow of his brows remained all the way to work, even when he had parked up and made his way to his office.

Still disappointed that he was at the office and not still in the school hall with the pretty man, Louis’ bad mood showed little sign of mellowing. Throwing his bag onto the desk with a loud thump , Louis jumped as his best friend Liam appeared in the doorway, two takeaway teas in hand. 

‘What's up Tommo? It's not even 9.30am!’ Liam eyed him cautiously, looking like he was battling between joining Louis or leaving him to it. Having known Louis for many years, he'd become well versed in the various moods of Louis Tomlinson and was pretty good at judging which ones he should give a wide berth.

‘I met a bloke this morning.’ Louis sighed, dramatically throwing himself down in his desk chair and pinching the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. Screwing his eyes shut, he desperately tried to erase the end of their awkward encounter from his memory, trying to focus on their easy conversation and the stunning features that had greeted him instead.

Louis hadn't tried to flirt with anyone for years. It wasn't something he was particularly skilled at, either. He would just throw about some banter and if the other person enjoyed the challenge, then great. Otherwise he'd cut his losses and simply move on. His dating life had taken a significant backseat with Penny in his life, but that hadn't particularly bothered him until now.

With Harry, it felt like he tried to flirt and was on his way to succeeding before his stupid comment about making Penny look good in her school photos. His cheeks burned from the embarrassment as he hid his face in his hands.

‘Ohhh…’ Liam chuckled knowingly, as Louis heard him step further into the office and close the door behind him, putting one of the takeaway cups down on his desk.  ‘Something happened !’

‘Don't sound so fucking happy about it,’ Louis muttered petulantly, his voice slightly muffled by the palms of his hands. The last thing he was going to do was let Liam see how red his cheeks were. 

Louis hadn't felt so embarrassed since the week after his break up, when he'd arrived at work in a pair of trousers with an old pair of boxers stuck in the back pocket. After being up most of the night with an unsettled Penny, he had ended up wearing mismatching socks too.

‘I'm sorry Lou. If I’m being honest, I'm actually excited for you. There hasn't been a mention of a bloke in your life for as long as I’ve known you.’ Liam's voice softened significantly as he stepped closer and sat down on one of the chairs facing Louis’ desk. Louis’ heart twisted at Liam's words; he knew his best friend only had his best interests at heart, deep down.

Louis slowly parted his fingers, peeking at Liam through his index and middle digits. ‘Why?’ 

‘Because it's been long enough, Lou! You deserve someone nice in your life.’ Despite Liam's words, Louis wasn't quite sure he believed him. It had just been Louis and Penny for so long, Louis wasn't even quite sure he knew how to be a partner, let alone find one worthy of being both a boyfriend and a potential step parent.

‘I do have someone nice in my life, I have Penny.’ Slowly, Louis peeled his hands away from his face, finding a brown eyed, puppy dog expression staring ruefully back at him. It wasn't that Louis saw pity in Liam’s gaze, but it felt like something very much akin to that.

‘Plenty of single parents find love again.’ Louis knew deep down that Liam was right; it just didn't feel like something that would happen for Louis.

‘Liam, stop it. I can't ,’ Louis emphasised with a strained voice, knowing that there was no way he could bring someone into Penny's life right now. Even though Zayn had offered to babysit countless times, Louis struggled to go out and meet someone. 

He didn't enjoy going to the pub alone, nor did he subscribe to any of those dating apps. As such, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had anyone except his hand for company in the bedroom.

‘I think you're being an obstacle to your own happiness.’ Liam gave him the same, unbelieving look that he always did whenever Louis said he couldn't start dating. 

Although they were great friends and work colleagues, Liam had been with Zayn for eighteen months, spending the last three of them trying to set Louis up with various men or women; he refused every time.

‘Anyway, why are you in my office?’ He raised an eyebrow just a touch, waiting to find out why Liam was there. 

‘Oh, Simon was looking for you. Said he needs you to redraft some of the scenes for Wish.’ Louis choked on the ill-timed sip of tea that he'd taken, his heart skipping several beats as he tried to clear his throat.

‘Shit ,’ he rasped, taking another gulp of tea to calm his nerves. Being asked to redraft this late in the process would only add to Louis’ stress levels, which were already bordering on skyscraper penthouse territory.

Glossing over Louis’ mini crisis at his desk, Liam stepped back towards the door. ‘Drinks at yours soon? You can tell us more about your new mystery man.’ As Louis responded with a nod, Liam flashed him a toothy grin as he slapped a hand against the wooden door frame and disappeared out of sight.

Louis released a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding, his mind floating back to the tall stranger he met that morning. Sparkling green eyes that looked at Louis like he was precious, but not fragile. A smile that warmed Louis’ heart like a freshly brewed cup of tea. Clearing his throat, he schooled the grin that had appeared on his face, grabbing his tablet before making his way to his boss’ office.

Striding down the corridor, Louis realised two things -

One, nothing good ever came of your boss calling you to his office before 10am.

Two, he should have asked for Harry's phone number.

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Two.

‘ Please tell me we have alcohol in this house,’ Harry called out as he stepped through the front door, his voice a dull whine as he kicked off his Vans the second he was inside.

Exhausted was an understatement . 

His face ached from hours of fake smiling, his arms burning from holding his camera and waving them around to keep the kids focused on him. Wiggling his socked toes and enjoying the freedom, Harry dragged his heavy body down the hallway, finding Niall curled up on the sofa with a sympathetic look on his face.

‘What do you take me for?’ Niall chuckled with a roll of his eyes, gesturing to the bottle of red wine and two glasses already waiting on their coffee table. ‘It's school photo day, I figured you'd need it.’

‘Two hundred children, sixty sibling shots and two included their bloody pet dog.’ Harry sighed in exhaustion, throwing himself down on the sofa and tucking his head into Niall's lap with a pitiful whine. ‘I'm done in.’

‘Oh petal,’ Niall cooed softly, carding his fingers gently through Harry's curls with one hand, reaching for the wine bottle with the other. ‘You can have the first sip.’

‘Thanks, babycakes.’ Slowly sitting up, Harry gratefully accepted the glass, curling his fingers around the bowl. ‘Kids are cute and all, but that many in one place is hard work!’

Niall raised an eyebrow, ‘I thought you loved kids?’

‘Yeah, I couldn't eat a whole one though,’ Harry giggled, taking a long sip of wine. He enjoyed the warming sensation as it flowed through his stomach. ‘There was this one little girl, though. She was so sweet and had the most amazing hair, in a perfect French plait with a glitter headband. When one of the dogs was having a meltdown, she went over and calmed it down and kept it company. She said she had a pet dog who loved tickles behind the ear. Penelope, I think her name was.’ 

‘Aww, what a cute name!’ Niall cooed, letting Harry slip his feet under his thighs to warm them up. No matter what time of year it was, Harry's feet were always cold. ‘What else happened? You don't normally get this frazzled from the kids.’

Harry took a deep breath, trying to steady the racing heart rate that seemed to be a consequence of thinking about the handsome blue-eyed man. ‘I nearly killed a guy today.’

‘ What?’ Niall scoffed, eyes flying wide in shock. ‘Do I need to send bail money somewhere?’

‘Well. I almost killed him. With the equipment bag,’ Harry clarified hurriedly as he held his hands up, palms facing outward, knowing Niall's mind would be running a thousand miles a second.

‘What did you do ?’ Brows knitted together in confusion, Niall's eyes bore into Harry, who blushed beet red under the gaze. Just thinking about taking out Louis made him curl up embarrassment.

‘I nearly took him out with it.’

‘So you didn't nearly kill someone. You nearly gave a bloke a black eye.’ He clicked his tongue at Harry, rolling his eyes. ‘That's a non-event, petal.’

‘But the guy… ’ Harry whined out the last word, fake crying at his own pathetic inability to flirt properly. Yet, Louis bantered back with a practised ease that made Harry’s body buzz with excitement. Despite the fact he was gorgeous , Louis was sharp and witty too; a perfectly deadly combination. 

‘Was he a teacher? You could get his details from Zayn if you want?’ Zayn was one of Harry's closest friends and happened to be a teacher at the school. Even if he was, the last thing that Harry wanted to do was abuse anyone's power to get a parent's personal information.

‘I don't think so. A parent, if my memory serves me right? I’m pretty sure he said his daughter was being photographed today.’ Harry tried to think back to the conversation at the start of his day, but the boat load of kids that had popped in and out of his makeshift photo studio all day had sadly pushed the man to the back of his thoughts.

‘Did he say her age?’ Niall asked, helpfully reaching over and topping up Harry's glass. 

‘Year Two, maybe? I don't know, I was too busy drooling to listen properly.’ Harry chuckled, trying his best to mask the pink blush that he knew had taken over his face and neck. However, he quickly remembered that this was Niall; the one person in his life that he could be completely himself with.

‘Smooth, Styles, real smooth,’ Niall tittered in amusement, as Harry pulled himself back up into a seated position, nearly toppling his wine over.

‘I think he could be someone special, Ni. He was…the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. We had a connection that I'd never felt before. You know?’

‘Sadly not, but I get where you're coming from, H.’ The smile that Niall offered him soothed Harry a little, yet he felt something bubbling under the surface of his skin that he just couldn't shake off. 

‘If the universe decides we should meet again, then so be it.’

‘Oh God, not this universe stuff again.’ Niall rolled his eyes, taking a long sip of his wine before propping his feet on the table. Harry was concerned Niall’s eyes would get stuck soon, with all the disapproving rolls aimed in his direction.

‘What's wrong with believing that the universe has a plan for you?’ Harry frowned, no heat behind his words.

‘Because… too much shit has happened.’ Niall sighed in disappointment, shaking his head. Harry could understand, to a degree; Niall had most certainly endured more than his share of bad luck. 

After his parents got divorced in his early teens, Niall and his mum moved to England, meaning that he'd struggled to keep steady contact with his Dad back home. The separation had hit him hard, leaving him feeling lost and confused; lashing out at his mum and his friends. In recent times, he'd been heartbroken by previous girl and boy friends, resulting in him giving up any and all hope of finding The One . 

Harry truly felt for his friend, but his optimism was one of the few things in his life he had any control over; Harry refused to give up hope. ‘One day, someone will come along that makes you feel complete. Trust me.’

‘Last time I trusted you explicitly, I ended up in Bournemouth, missing a sock, with a goldfish in my pocket.’ Harry choked on a mouthful of wine at the memory of Niall's 30th birthday, when too much tequila was consumed and at 1am Harry suggested they go to the beach. So, jumping on the last train out of London, they arrived in Bournemouth just in time to watch the sunrise.

‘That was a good night!’ Harry sighed wistfully, glancing down at the fish tattoo on his forearm that he had done to commemorate the event. ‘I have enough hope for the two of us, Ni-Ni. Don't worry.’ 

‘Saves me having to try and be hopeful then.’ Niall held out his glass, clinking it gently against Harry's. ‘Ooh, I just had an idea! Why don't you go through the photos you've taken for today, see if you can match up the kid with the name and maybe find your mystery man that way?’ 

‘That sounds proper stalkery! I can't sift through the children's photos and find their information.’ Harry gasped in mock horror, holding a hand against his chest. ‘Plus, I already tried it. They don't attach the names until I send the photos back,’ he added with a mumble, ignoring Niall's cackling laugh at his misfortune. Harry closed his eyes, sighing deeply as he wondered whether he would come across his mystery man again.

‘Did you at least get his last name?’

‘You know what my memory is like!’ Harry whined, cursing himself for at least not writing it down. He was sure it was Louis Something…Louis, with the beautiful blue eyes. 

That'll do.

*

Clutching onto the kitchen side, Louis took a deep breath to simmer the frustration that was bubbling under the surface of his skin. It wasn't Penny's fault, he knew it wasn't, but if she pressed those noisy Gabby's Dollhouse ears one more time, Louis was going to smash the bastard things against the wall. One day, he was going to buy Lucky the noisiest toy he could find, just to piss off Lottie in the same way. 

Maybe a drum kit with two sets of cymbals.

The animations for Wish were nearly finished, which meant it was almost time for the actors to come in and record their parts. It was also the most stressful time for Louis, as the final tweaks were tied up. Simon had asked for approximately twenty five adjustments on the closing scene, which had driven Louis up the wall. He was working some crazy hours to get it all done; his body bone tired from it all. 

Penny didn't normally play with a toy obsessively, but the ears appeared to be the exception. Since Lottie had bought them for her birthday, Penny wore them all the time they were at home. 

‘Daddy?’ Penny's timid voice broke Louis from his thoughts, his gaze flicking to where she stood in the doorway, twisting the black-and-white musical ears over in her hands. His frown instantly softened as Louis realised that she had changed into a grey jumper with a rainbow unicorn on it; a jumper that Louis had found in the sale and snapped it up knowing Penny would love it. He blinked a few times before realising that Penny was talking to him.

‘Sorry Pen-Pen, what was that?’

‘Are you OK, Daddy? You seem sad.’ Louis’ heart fractured at her words, her expression full of concern as she looked up at Louis. In a second, he was on his knees, wrapping his arms around his daughter and holding her close. He cursed himself for letting his emotions show to the extent that Penny had caught on to it.

‘I'm sorry baby, Daddy has just had a hard day at work. You know my new film?’ She nodded in his hold, face resting against his shoulder. Louis could feel little puffs of air against his neck as she curled her arms around his waist, giving him a little squeeze. ‘Well, it's nearly finished, so Daddy has to work doubly hard to make sure it's the bestest one yet.’

Ever since Frozen , the team had been working hard to create a masterpiece which was just as successful. Encanto had come close, but not close enough in the eyes of the Executive Team. Louis desperately prayed that Wish would deliver the right level of magic to surpass Frozen .

‘It's ok Daddy, just wanted to make sure you was alright. Would you like to cuddle Bertie? He always cheers me up when I feel sad.’ Louis’ heart gained another fracture as he looked down at his daughter's innocent face; his own blue eyes reflected back at him as he offered her the most sincere smile he could muster.

‘Thank you, baby girl. I'm OK. I have the best idea, though.’ He helped them both to their feet, dusting the back of his jeans as he rose to full height. ‘Shall we pop to the supermarket and make our favourite dinner?’ 

‘Sausage spaghetti surprise?’ Penny gasped in excitement, jumping up and down on the spot. Louis chuckled, loving her youthful energy when she was excited like this. The sausage surprise meal had been their go-to when they wanted cheering up. It was a simple meal of frankfurter sausages cut up into chunks and mixed in with Louis’ homemade tomato sauce, but it always cheered the Tomlinson's up, as it notoriously came with mint chocolate chip ice cream and double chocolate cookies for dessert; indulgence at its best.

‘Yes, Pen-Pen.’

‘Okay!’ She strode from the kitchen to where her coat hung up in the hallway. ‘But don't forget, Daddy, we need to get the good sausages from Sainsburys . Not the crappy ones from Tesco .’

‘Pen-Pen!’ Louis admonished, hiding his grin behind his hand at his daughter's expletive outburst. 

‘That one doesn't deserve a pound in the swear jar,’ Penny sassed, pushing her arms into her pink denim jacket. Louis couldn't help but chuckle lovingly, knowing her attitude was a carbon copy of his own.

‘ Sainsburys it is then!’ Louis grabbed his hoodie, not caring that he was still in his loose jeans from work; not that he was going to run into anyone he knew at Sainsburys at 5.30pm on a Wednesday evening.

‘Can I sit in the trolley?’ Penny asked, as Louis slid his key backwards into the slot and removed a trolley from the chain. He'd learned that little hack on Facebook a few years back and had never forgotten it; happy that he never needed to carry a random pound coin ever again.

‘You'll get stuck in that seat, for sure!’ Louis chuckled, as Penny folded her arms and glowered at him.

‘I'm not a baby . I meant the big bit.’

‘Well that doesn't sound very sanitary.’ Louis couldn't help but screw his nose up at the idea. ‘We put the food in there.’

‘I'll take my shoes off?’ She offered casually, as though that would solve everything. He loved her for being so creative, he really did.

‘Nice try, Pen-Pen. If you want sausage spaghetti surprise, you'll have to walk.’ With a wink, Louis strode into the shop, a huffing Penny on his heels.

‘Now the mint chocolate chip is…’ Louis mused, eyes on the freezer as he scanned the aray of ice creams. Feeling his trolley come to a complete stop, Louis gasped in horror as he realised that the reason he'd come to halt was that the trolley had hit someone. ‘Oh my God, I'm so sorry…’ As the victim whirled around, Louis’ heart leaped into his throat as he saw exactly who he'd hit. ‘ Harry ?’

‘Hey, Louis!’ The taller man smiled bashfully. Even dressed down in a hoodie and running shorts, the man looked delicious. The shorts emphasised tone calves and thighs, a couple of small tattoos above and below his knees. Snapping his eyes up to a more respectful level, Louis blushed at the smirk on Harry’s face; he had totally been caught.

‘Daddy!’ Penny called from beside him, a disapproving look on her face. He almost startled at the disapproving tone, fearful of what was about to come out of her mouth. ‘You just hit that man with your trolley! You need to say sorry.’

‘Honestly, it's ok.’ Harry chuckled in amusement, two large hands grasping at a metal basket full of shopping, green eyes flicking between Louis and his daughter. Louis found himself stuck in a mental battle; torn between telling her to mind her own business and knowing that he'd always taught her to say sorry if she hurt someone, even if it was an accident. 

‘No, she's right.’ Louis sighed in defeat, rolling his eyes fondly at his daughter. ‘I'm very sorry for hitting you with the trolley. I wasn't looking where I was going. It was my own fault.’

‘Wait a minute. You took my picture! At school!’ Penny stuck out an accusatory finger at Harry, who's eyes momentarily flew wide before he broke out into a wide smile.

Hello dimples .

‘That's right, I'm Harry. I'm a photographer.’

‘Did you make me look good?’ Louis curled his lips into his mouth to hold back a laugh, knowing he'd said the same thing to Harry when they met that day. As he met Harry’s gaze, Louis could no longer hold back the cackle that tumbled from his lips. ‘ What? It's a perfectly ‘ceptable question, Daddy!’ 

‘It’s ac-ceptable,’ Louis corrected softly, glancing down at his daughter, ‘and actually, that was a bit rude.’

‘I'm sorry, Mr Harry.’ Penny looked down at her toes, folding her hands together in front of her. 

‘It's ok.’ Harry slowly lowered himself onto his haunches so he was eye level with Penny. ‘I'll let you into a secret. My camera is special, it makes everyone look good.’

‘Even Theo Matthews?’ Penny asked, her tone innocent as Louis spluttered out a laugh behind her, fighting to cover it with a cough. From the look in Harry’s eyes as he glanced up at Louis, he had been caught red handed for a second time.

‘Yes, even Theo.’ Harry grinned at Penny. Her features softened at Harry’s words, a look of relief falling over her face as she puffed out a long breath.

‘That's good to know.’ Penny beamed, seemingly satisfied that her school photos would be good this year. ‘Daddy, we need to get Malcolm his treats!’ Louis didn't miss the way Harry’s expression tensed at the mention of the labradoodle. 

‘Sure thing, baby girl. Lovely to see you, Harry.’

‘You too, Lou. Erm, Louis. A pleasure to meet you too, Miss…’

‘Penelope Charlotte Tomlinson,’ Penny proclaimed theatrically, nodding her head at Harry. ‘I gots my middle name from my Aunty Lotts!’ 

‘Yes, you did,’ Louis confirmed with a nod, watching as Harry’s expression morphed into something like contemplation. ‘We should go and get the last of our bits for dinner, stop taking up too much of your time. It was… really good to see you Harry.’ Louis smiled, sending Harry a wink before steering the trolley away from the freezer aisle. He wasn't quite sure where the burst of confidence came from, cringing as he realised he had winked at Harry.

Louis had never winked at another man in his life.

‘Oh no! We forgot the ice cream!’ Penny exclaimed, eyes wide. Louis groaned, knowing there was absolutely no way Penny would let him leave the shop without the mint chocolate chip. Holding his breath, he turned back to the freezer aisle, praying to whichever deity resides above, that Harry was no longer there. As they rounded the corner, Louis released his breath in relief when he discovered the aisle was now empty. 

Hurriedly, he scooped up the ice cream tub, scanning it with the handheld device before hot footing it to the tills; he needed to get back to the safety of his car before he ran into Harry again and did something equally mortifying like wolf whistle. It wasn't until he reached the car that he realised that yet again, he'd failed to gather the confidence to ask Harry for his number.

*

‘Your ice cream is ready, Pen-Pen,’ Louis called to his daughter, a bowl of mint chocolate chip with broken cookie pieces in hand. He'd even picked her favourite Disney princess bowl for the occasion. Reaching the sofa, he chuckled as he discovered she had pulled the blanket over her head, hiding from him. It was their usual fun game, with Louis pretending to search for her.

‘Thanks, Daddy!’ Penny giggled from under the blanket, the mound shaking with laughter. 

‘Who said that?’ Louis teased, pacing around the coffee table, knowing he only had a few minutes to play this game before the ice cream melted. ‘Where has my Pen-Pen gone?’

‘I don't know!’ Another burst of childish giggles shook the fluffy pink blanket. Louis’ heart threatened to burst out of love; her innocence filled Louis with so much joy, he couldn't put it into words.

‘I guess I'll have to eat her ice cream then,’ Louis mused, gently lowering himself and pretending to sit on her lap until she shrieked with laughter beneath him, arms coming out to shove at his back. ‘Oh! The sofa cushion squeaked!’

‘My ice cream!’ Penny threw the blanket off her, her french plait now all dishevelled and static from the fleece blanket. Louis cackled as he collapsed on the sofa beside her, handing over the pink bowl with a matching spoon. It was these moments, where he laughed unabashed from the smallest things, which made him so grateful to be a parent.

‘I couldn't deprive you of your ice cream, baby girl,’ Louis assured her, watching as Penny tucked into her bowl, scooping the green ice cream onto a cookie piece and shoving it in her mouth. Turning to Louis, she offered him a toothy grin littered with chocolate pieces, a burst of giggles coming from his lips. Secretly, he knew he shouldn't react to behaviour like that, but she was so comical that he couldn't resist.

‘How do you know Harry the Photographer?’ Penny asked, eyes focused on the TV screen as she spoke. She'd picked Coco for their evening viewing, which was secretly one of Louis’ favourites. 

‘ Excuse me?’ Louis scoffed, nearly choking on his mouthful of ice cream.

‘Harry Styles?’

‘How do you know his surname?’ Louis failed to hide the surprise in his voice. Penny was five, Louis knew she struggled with first names, let alone surnames.

‘Was on his hoodie.’ She shrugged, as though it was painfully obvious. Louis mentally slapped himself on the forehead, but proud of his daughter for reading the new words. ‘Suh, tuh, yuh, ul, eh and another suh . Styles. And there's a Harry in my class. He's naughty, though.’ Shaking himself off, Louis remembered she'd asked a question.

‘I…erm, Harry needed help taking his equipment to the Hall on photo day. So, I offered to help, to be nice .’ Louis had always brought Penny up to help people if she could, to be courteous and kind at every turn. 

‘I knew I see'd you through the window in Mrs Lane's class after you took me to school! Chloe said I was making it up,’ Penny muttered irritatedly, the most adorable pout on her face. The little purse of her lips squeezed at Louis’ heart, mixed with the familiar parental frustration of someone upsetting their child.

‘Yes, baby girl, you did. Tell me, how did you get so smart that you could read people's names?’ He felt a swell of pride, seeing just how much his daughter had learned since starting school. She had gone from writing her name haphazardly, to reading and writing short sentences.

‘Mrs Lane taught us.’ Penny beamed, a toothy grin on her face. ‘So, is Harry your boyfriend?’

‘What ?’ Louis scoffed, a piece of ice cream dribbling down his chin. Composing himself, Louis took a sip of his drink whilst Penny watched him eagerly. ‘No, I barely know the guy.’

‘Tom's Daddy has a new boyfriend, he said his Daddy smiles all the time.’

‘That's nice for Tom's Daddy,’ Louis muttered, vaguely remembering seeing the grey haired man at the school gates once or twice.

‘You deserve to smile too, Daddy. Harry made you smile and laugh.’ A lump flew up into his throat at her words, the sincerity taking him aback. Sure, it has been a while since Penny’s mum had left them to start a new life in America, but Louis rarely had the time to feel lonely. Between work and parenting duties, he couldn't remember the last time he'd pulled someone on a night out.

Tucking Penny into bed that night, Louis couldn't help but think back to what Penny had said about Louis smiling again. He'd never thought he was unhappy, but sharing his life with someone had definitely been a thought for Future Louis. 

Pulling on his pyjamas, Louis tucked himself up in bed with his iPad, intent on doing some last minute adjustments for work, but by the time he fell asleep with his Apple Pen in hand, the character on the screen resembled a tall, handsome man with green eyes and soft, brown curls.

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Three .

Tapping along to The Strokes on his steering wheel, Louis was genuinely excited to see his daughter and treat her to brunch at their favourite cafe; a treat he indulged in once every few weeks. It also made a nice change to listen to what he wanted on the car stereo, instead of Disney or Kidz Bop .

In keeping with his anti-rock and roll lifestyle, Louis had spent the majority of his free evening with a large pizza with all of his favourite toppings, washed down with a few beers. He could've gone out to try and meet someone, but he didn't have that same desire that he once had, especially since meeting Harry.

Sleepovers at her Aunty Lott's house was one of Penny's favourite activities. With Lottie's work taking her all over the country, they didn't happen as often as either of them would have liked. But, with a spare weekend, Lottie had picked Penny up from school and taken her for a Friday night.

Even though he had spent his free evening catching up on work, Louis found himself browsing Instagram at 2am, typing in Harry’s name and hoping for his account to pop up. Louis wasn't sure what he was expecting when he landed on Harry’s page, but the beautiful shots of nature were not it. Harry had captured sunsets in all their glory, woodlands with spring just setting in and seascapes that made England look like the Caribbean. 

One post in particular had caught his eye, from a few weeks back, in February. It had been a beautifully framed shot of some Valentine's cupcakes and cookies, with the caption reading, ‘shame I'm a single pringle on Valentine’s, guess I'll just have to buy these stunning treats from @sweetcreaturebakery for myself !’ 

Louis had chuckled out loud, cheeks hurting from the fond smile. Harry really was one of the gentlest men he'd ever come across. Of course, Louis hoped that a few weeks later, Harry was very much still a single pringle.

‘Hey Daddy!’ Penny beamed, waving to him from Lottie's front door as he climbed out of the car. Her long hair was tied up in many, many clips and ties, evidence that they had been playing hairdressers before Louis arrived.

‘Hey Pen-Pen, did you have a good time?’ He scooped Penny up in his arms, giving her a squeeze. 

‘I did. Aunty Lotts is the best!’

‘Damn straight, kiddo.’ Lottie giggled, appearing behind her, looking ever the professional in high waisted jeans and a white blouse. Louis lowered Penny to the floor, straightening himself up until he was met with his sister's curious gaze. ‘So,’ she drawled, eyes shifting to Louis as Penny disappeared back up the hallway, ‘who the fuck is this Harry person, and why are you seeing him everywhere?’

‘Straight in there with the big questions, eh, Lotts?’ Louis blushed violently, shoving his hands deep into his pockets as he pursed his lips. Lottie was one of the very few people who could see right through him, and he knew it.

‘Damn straight.’ She winked, a teasing look on her face that informed Louis that he was about to face twenty questions, Tomlinson style .

‘Guess I've got time for a cuppa and a grilling before we go.’ Louis sighed resolutely, knowing she was going to get information out of him before he could escape; his sausage and bacon bap would just have to wait.

‘I think you should start with the who ,’ Lottie called over her shoulder, flicking on the kettle. Louis rested his bum against the worktop, crossing one ankle over the other.

‘Harry? He was the school photographer. Or is the photographer? I'm not sure. When I dropped Pen at school the other week, he nearly took me out with a camera bag. At least, I think it was.’

‘Is that a euphemism?’ Lottie frowned, making Louis splutter out an indignant laugh. The last thing he wanted was for his sister to think that he was doing something untoward on school grounds with a contracted member of staff.

‘No!’ Louis practically squeaked, watching as Lottie sniggered with amusement at his squirming. ‘Harry was hauling a bag into the school, not able to see me, then nearly knocked me out. Then I quoted Friends to him.’

‘Did that actually work?’ If Louis didn't love his sister as much as he did, he probably would've been quite offended at the insinuation that he couldn't use a Friends line to get a man. At least, one with a sense of humour.

Rolling his eyes, Louis took the opportunity to sip on his tea, allowing him to gather his thoughts and think up a smart reply. Instead of sassing his sister, like he normally would, Louis merely replied, ‘he seemed to; he laughed and we carried on chatting until I left for the studio.’

‘And then you saw him at the supermarket?’ The knowing look in her eyes made Louis’ stomach twist under her scrutiny. He knew his cheeks were pink, but he was very aware that Lottie wouldn't let him escape without having this conversation.

‘Yeah, I needed stuff for sausage spaghetti surprise.’ He shrugged nonchalantly.

‘Oh, that weird dinner you make when you're sad?’ She scrunched up her nose, giggling as Lucky appeared at her feet, pulling on her jeans to be picked up. She obliged, balancing him on her hip as she gestured at Louis to keep going.

‘Yes,’ Louis huffed, wrapping his hands around his mug. 

‘So, ask him out then,’ Lottie spoke matter of fact, as though it was obvious. Louis hadn't asked someone out in a very long time. Couple that with asking out someone like Harry, and his throat began to close up in fear.

‘I can't…I don’t know how .’

‘It’s easy. You talk, use your words, maybe ask a question?’ Louis frowned at his sister, not appreciating her sarcasm one bit.

‘I don't even have his phone number.’

‘Sure he must have an Instagram page?’ Louis bit down on his bottom lip, averting his gaze until Lottie cackled. ‘Oh my God, you've already stalked him, haven't you?’

‘Don't make me sound like a creep!’

‘Just slide into his DMs, and there you go!’ Lucky clapped his hands excitedly, agreeing with the excited tone in Lottie's voice.

As Louis was about to reply to say he wasn't a teenager, Penny appeared behind them. 

‘Daddy, is it time for pancakes now?’ She asked politely, excitement evident in her tone as he spun round to face her. He was relieved for his daughter's timing, knowing it temporarily omitted him from admitting that Lottie was right . He could just send Harry a message and go from there, but he was also incredibly scared to let anyone in like that again.

*

‘Which pancakes did you pick, Daddy?’ Penny asked, reaching over for her orange juice and taking a delicate sip through her straw. Sometimes it baffled Louis how she could be clumsy enough to trip over her own feet in one moment, yet sip from a glass with a paper straw and not spill a drop.

‘I've decided to go for maple syrup, today.’ He chuckled, watching as Penny giggled in reply. He was a little predictable at times, a creature of habit as he usually opted for chocolate chip pancakes every time they went to the cafe. Penny would always find it hilariously funny whenever Louis ordered something out of the norm; Louis never understood the amusement.

Whilst some parents find it tough eating out with their children, Louis enjoyed the quality time that they spent together over a meal. Luckily, Penny had quite a varied palette, and would try most foods at least once. This opened a multitude of doors for Louis, constantly trying to find cute cafes or family friendly restaurants for their shared meals.

It wasn't until he saw the notification that Louis felt horror fill his veins. He must've hit the wrong button or something, during his late night stalk of Harry’s page, as the words looking up at him from the screen made him gasp out loud.

@HarryStylesPhotography followed you back.

Shit.

‘Are you OK, Daddy?’ Guilt flooded through Louis as he took in the painfully concerned look on his daughter's face. He hated that he had caused her brow to furrow as tight as it was. 

‘Hmm?’ Louis glanced up from his phone, hurriedly shoving it back into his pocket to give his daughter his undivided attention. The last thing he wanted to be was that parent.

‘You made a silly noise!’ Penny sniggered, smearing another piece of pancake through the syrup moat on her plate. She hummed happily as she chewed, her features already softening.

‘Oh, just a celebrity followed me on Instagram , that's all.’ Louis opted to bend the truth, rather than admit Harry was the culprit for Louis’ reaction; if his sister found out, he'd be done for.

‘Why? You're pretty boring.’ She looked at him with a confused expression, leaving Louis unsure how to react.

‘Wow, thanks Pen!’ He chuckled nervously, really hoping that nobody around them had heard his daughter call him boring.

‘Why would someone follow you around? That is a bit weird.’ As she cocked her head to the side, Louis realised his daughter didn't truly understand what he meant by following someone on social media. Her innocence made him smile warmly, glad she had no idea of what social media was or what power it possessed.

‘It's just an expression, Pen-Pen. Don't worry.’ Louis nudged his knuckle against her cheek affectionately. ‘Shall we go home and get Malcolm and head to the park? Get some fresh air?’

‘Can we go to the new park? They have new monkey bars.’

‘Sure, Pen. Let's hit the road.’

*

Once they arrived home, Louis discovered that their lovely neighbour had already swung by and taken Malcolm for a walk, so to Louis’ delight, it was just him and Penny for their park adventure. Determined to show off her big girl skills, Penny had been adamant that she was going to go down the tall, metal slide by herself. 

As Louis sat down on the wooden bench, the place where parents safely watched the kids from afar, his eyes fell on the wooden monkey bars. They looked different to the brightly coloured metal ones Louis used to climb as a child. The main structure was made of round wooden posts, with lime green bars connecting them across the air. 

Their local parks were usually a little bigger, but this one had already made its way into Louis’ top five nearby parks. It was mostly wooden, with a metal slide, the elusive monkey bars and a climbing structure in there, alongside plenty of space to run around. It had only opened a few weeks prior, so everything still felt and looked fairly new.

With Penny happily doing rounds of the slide, Louis cast an eye across the park. Eyes falling on a guy near one of the large oak trees, Louis felt his heart leap into his throat as realisation hit him. It was Harry, taking photos of another brunette who was cackling loudly as Harry snapped away. Louis felt a pang of jealousy in his chest, even though he shouldn't be feeling this way; Harry wasn't even a guy he was dating. A fact that Louis really wished he could change. It wasn't until he locked eyes with Harry, that Louis realised he was staring. Heart racing, he glanced up to see Penny running towards him.

‘Did you see me, Daddy? Did you see?’ Pen bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet, eyes wide. The coolness of the wood under his thighs made Louis wince as he leaned forward, capturing Penny in his arms and giving her a big hug.

‘You did so well on the monkey bars, darling,’ Louis praised, pulling Penny onto his lap. He desperately tried to ignore the fact that Harry was still in his peripheral vision, camera pointed at the other man.

‘Silly Daddy, I was on the slide!’ 

Louis spluttered, cheeks flushing red as Penny ruffled his hair affectionately. ‘Course you were, I was just testing you.’ With a nervous chuckle, he helped Penny to her feet, letting her charge off again towards her faithful slide.

‘I thought that was you.’ A familiar voice made Louis visibly jump. ‘Oh my God, I'm so sorry, didn't mean to scare you!’ There was a shuffle from behind him and the screech of a gate, before Harry appeared at his side; minus his camera and the brunette that Louis had spotted.

‘Harry!’ Louis chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair and prayed it looked alright. He was also hoping his tone didn't give away the fact that he wasn't at all surprised to see him. ‘How are you?’

‘I'm good thanks, you?’

‘Yeah, all good. Just giving Penny some outdoor time. We have just come from brunch.’ Louis gestured to where Penny was happily playing on a roundabout, finding a friend to share it with. He had always admired her ability to make friends wherever she went.

‘Oh nice.’ Louis watched as Harry fumbled with his fingers, seemingly looking a bit nervous before he spoke again. ‘Can I join you?’ Harry gestured at the empty space next to Louis on the bench. 

Despite wanting to jump up and down to celebrate the fact that Harry had wanted to join him, Louis managed to compose himself enough to coolly reply with a simple, ‘please.’

‘Thanks. I was just doing some promo shots for my roommate, and thought I saw you.’ Harry chuckled, sitting down and tucking one foot under the other knee. 

‘Promo?’ Louis was baffled, his brain trying to keep up with the fact that the guy was Harry’s roommate, the ‘ single pringle’ comment still whirring round his head.

‘Oh yeah, he's an… ‘ influencer.’’ Harry used air quotes around the title, the slight roll of his eyes making Louis cackle. Harry was effortlessly hilarious, Louis noted. A bashful smile appeared on Harry’s face, endearing Louis further.

‘You don't approve, I take it?’ 

‘It's not that I don't approve.’ Harry sighed wistfully, pursing his lips in thought. ‘I don't know, I find it all a bit fake in all honesty. But, he gives me some extra cash to take better shots than he would on his iPhone, so I can't complain too much.’

‘What was today's product?’ Louis’ curiosity got the better of him.

‘Oh, just some hoodie, no idea who for. I may have given up paying attention after a little while. Found a much more interesting subject matter.’ The soft smile on Harry’s face as he locked eyes with Louis, made the older man blush. Part of him was praying that Harry was flirting, yet another part of Louis felt it was just wishful thinking. It had been a long time since anyone had paid him attention, he wasn't quite sure if he would even recognise flirting these days. Before he could mull it over further, an excitable shout broke him out of his thoughts.

‘Har-eeee!’ A screech and a thunder of feet came from Louis’ right, as Penny skidded to a halt right in front of them. She gave a wobble, looking like she had stopped too suddenly. Louis threw out an arm to steady her, but Harry was one step ahead of him, extending out his own arm to stop her face planting the pavement. Louis’ heart fluttered at the gesture, swooning at the white knight beside him.

‘Careful little lady, that pavement doesn't look too comfortable to land on.’ Harry chuckled, as Penny wiggled into the gap between them, much to Louis’ dismay.

‘Have you come to play at the park, Harry?’ Penny asked earnestly.

‘I'm a bit too big for the park, Penny.’ Harry chuckled, watching as Penny cocked her head to the side, using her thoughtful expression.

After a beat, she grinned excitedly, ‘you could have a hot chocolate instead?’ She gestured to the cart across the way.

‘That sounds like a fabulous idea. Does your Daddy like hot chocolate?’ The wink he threw Louis, whilst swiftly directing his attention back to Penny, would have sent Louis’ ovaries into overdrive. If, you know, he had that sort of anatomy.

‘He does!’ Penny beamed excitedly, turning to Louis. ‘Daddy, can we have hot chocolates with Harry? Please?’

‘As you asked so nicely, yes we can.’ Louis knew there was absolutely zero chance of him turning down the opportunity to spend time with Harry. The little group walked over to the small, metal van, the smell of hot chocolate already hitting Louis’ nostrils. He debated ordering some shortbread too, until Harry stepped up to the counter.

‘What would you like, little Miss?’ He slowly knelt to the floor, a gentle hand between her shoulder blades. Louis felt there was already a connection between the two, something he'd never seen before. Penny was already treating Harry like he belonged there.

‘I can choose?’ Penny's eyes lit up, knowing Louis usually gave her two options to pick from. Louis’ eyes widened momentarily, knowing that his cheeky daughter would take the opportunity to order the biggest hot chocolate she could manage.

‘Of course !’ Harry grinned, as Penny clapped her hands together in excitement. Louis shook his head, knowing he could help Harry out, but decided he would let this one just play out.

‘Hope you have your credit card handy!’ Louis sniggered behind them, knowing the most extravagant order was about to land.

‘Can I have an extra chocolately one, with whipped cream and those little marshmallows? Ooh and flake. No, two flakes!’ Harry glanced up at Louis, who was biting down hard on his lips to hold in his laughter.

‘First rule of parenting, never give them free reign,’ Louis whispered as Harry rose back up to full height, ruefully placing Penny’s order before turning back to Louis.

‘I'll have the same.’ He winked at Harry, who turned a little pale before Louis burst out into a peel of laughter. ‘Just kidding. I'll have a normal hot chocolate.’

‘Whipped cream?’ Harry asked, glancing up at the menu.

With all the confidence he could muster, he replied with a sultry, ‘always .’ The cute blush that Harry gave him in response made Louis’ stomach flip flop deliciously. He was walking behind Penny, who was rambling away to Harry who was listening with the upmost interest at her little quirky conversation.

‘We normally here with Malcolm, but he's at home.’

‘Malcolm?’ Harry asked, quizzically, glancing back at Louis.

‘Our labradoodle,’ Louis confirmed hurriedly, pleased as a relieved smile took over Harry's face. It was these little gestures which made Louis turn into a giggling schoolboy, floating around his crush at the school gates. Quite pathetic really, at his age.

Taking their seat again on the bench, Louis was less surprised this time when Penny sat herself between the two men.

‘This is a good hot chocolate,’ Harry lamented, glancing at the paper cup in his hand. He had cream decorating the top of his lip and Louis had to seriously hold back the urge to lean over and kiss it away. The thought startled him, knowing he'd never felt these urges before. Not even with his ex.

‘Harry! You have cream on your face!’ Penny giggled, pointing at Harry’s face. He froze momentarily, going slightly cross eyed before his tongue snaked out and licked it away. The action sent blood rushing to all the wrong places, especially with his daughter inches away. Coughing to clear away such thoughts, he took a sip of his own drink to distract himself.

Harry put his arm over the back of the bench. If Louis shifted ever so slightly, his elbow would be touching Harry's hand. The thought alone sent an excitable shiver down Louis’ spine.

‘So, a labradoodle?’ Harry asked, as Penny finished her drink and dashed off to play on the slide once more. 

‘Yeah, he's been in my life since a tiny pup.’ Louis twisted his lip, with Harry’s gaze totally on him. 

‘Any more… pets … I should know about?’ The heavy emphasis on Harry’s tone sent goosebumps erupting all over Louis’ skin. Harry was eliciting these reactions out of him and he was only talking to him. Louis felt himself get a little hot under the collar as he flushed under Harry’s gaze.

‘Nope. No more … pets. How about you?’ The hidden meaning not lost on Louis, as Harry flashed him a toothy grin, dimples and everything.

‘No, I don't have any pets. Would quite like one in the future though,’ he mused, stretching his fingertips out just enough that they softly grazed against Louis’ elbow. Even through the thick layer of his jacket, he felt the touch straight to his stomach like a bolt of lightning. Harry was someone significant to his life, Louis was now absolutely certain.

*

It didn't take long for Louis to put Penny to bed that night, exhausted from all of the running around at the park and the excitement of spending time with Harry. Despite the electricity fizzing around them, Louis still didn't have the balls to ask Harry for his phone number, even though he'd already accepted Louis’ follow request on Instagram that he didn't remember sending.

He wasn't sure where the insecurity had stemmed from, but he knew the fall out from his relationship with Eleanor had hurt his heart in more ways than one. She'd been a big part of Louis’ life, for one, before she fucked off for pastures new. In between night wake ups and the odd question of ‘mummy?’ here and there, Louis wondered just what he had done wrong.

Hours upon hours, he'd spent mulling it over, questions whirling through his mind. One of the bad nights, he had called Zayn in a panic attack, unable to talk. Zayn had appeared ten minutes and one speeding ticket later, finding the spare key under the mat. Louis had never been more grateful for his friendship that night. From then on, Louis decided to be stronger for Penny and had put Eleanor out of his mind. The walls he built around his heart still remained to this day, but he was slowly starting to wonder if Harry held the key to bringing them down.

Summoning up the courage, Louis reached for his phone with slightly shaking hands, scrolling to Instagram before finding Harry’s profile. Fuelled by a few beers and Lottie's words swirling around his brain, he clicked the message icon before he could second guess himself.

Louist91: Hey Harry. Hope you don't mind the message. Just wanted to say it was lovely to see you at the park today. Hope you enjoyed the rest of your afternoon x

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Four.

Three courses.

No champagne.

No shit food.

Those were the only instructions that Zayn had lovingly provided when Louis had asked what he wanted to do for his 30th birthday meal. That was all Louis had to go on, which was essentially fuck all . He wasn't even sure how many people he would be cooking for, in honesty; he hoped it was a mere handful.

It wasn't the first time that Louis had catered a meal for Zayn's birthday; he'd done it a few times. He enjoyed creating a nice meal for his friends, and gave him something to focus his energy on which wasn't work or Penny. 

Louis had flicked through a few of his recipe sheets, yet he couldn't concentrate on designing the perfect meal as he was still awaiting a reply from Harry. He had opened and closed the app more times than was healthy, almost not trusting his notifications. Admittedly, he had only sent the message last night, but it was agonising for Louis; feeling as though he'd put himself out there again just to be burned.

Checking the phone for the twentieth time that morning whilst boiling the kettle for a cuppa, he put the handset down on the side with a bitter sigh. Louis knew deep down that Harry wouldn't ignore him, but the fear of getting hurt was just overwhelming. Here he was, at almost thirty years old, still getting jittery and nervous over a boy.

Taking a deep calm breath, he managed to compose himself before Penny appeared around the corner. She looked so cute, hair rumpled from sleep, a crooked smile on her face. It filled his heart with joy when she looked so happy to see him first thing in the morning.

‘Morning Daddy!’ Penny beamed, jumping up into one of the chairs, sitting her Elsa doll in the middle of the kitchen table. 

Pouring the hot water into the cup and leaving it to brew, Louis pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Penny's head. ‘Morning Pen-Pen, how did you sleep?’ 

‘No bad dreams!’ She giggled excitedly, tapping her temple with her index finger. Louis’ heart warmed at her reply, always grateful for the nights when she didn't crawl into his bed in tears in the early hours and ask for cuddles; broken sleep was exhausting for a full time working parent.

‘That's great, baby girl! I'm so pleased.’ Louis chuckled, pouring a dash of milk into his cup and grabbing some bread to make flower shaped toast for Penny's breakfast. Whilst waiting for the toaster to pop, he risked another glance at his phone, but still no reply.

‘Elsa kept me safe, Daddy. Just like you said she would!’ Louis couldn't hold back the smile that crinkled his eyes as Penny remembered his garbled story late one night, when he had been spectacularly sleep-deprived and desperate for more than three hours of sleep.

After a seventh consecutive night of poor sleep with Penny, he'd been wandering around work like a zombie when he had stumbled upon some old film merchandise stock including a very tall, plush Elsa doll.  

When Louis left work that day, bone tired and craving his bed, he had told Penny that Elsa had been left on his desk as a gift from the Queen herself. A guardian angel of sorts, who would freeze any bad dreams or monsters away. Ever since, Penny slept peacefully most nights and thankfully, so did Louis; he had been especially proud and grateful of his quick thinking skills that day. 

‘I'm glad, Pen-Pen. See, she's magic!’ He loved the look of adoration that Penny threw him in return, as if he hung the moon. Louis secretly hoped she'd always love him just as much as he loved her, even when she became a teenager and felt her dad was ‘uncool.’ ‘Would you like sparkle jam or chocolate spread today?’ 

‘Sparkle jam, please Daddy!’ Sparkle jam had become another of Louis’ specialities, which came about when Penny had been poorly and Louis was trying to get her to eat, even just a mouthful. Somehow, he'd found some edible glitter in the baking cupboard and sprinkled a little on top of her jam. 

As a result, she had eaten the lot, which had reduced Louis’ stress levels considerably and helped Penny to recover faster. It was something he pulled out as a super treat, once every six months or so. But in his current mood, he deflected his disappointment into making his daughter happy.

Finding the flower shaped cutter at the back of the drawer, Louis was just about to butter the toasted bread when his phone vibrated on the worktop. 

‘You have a message, Daddy!’ Penny shouted, an excited lilt to her voice.

‘Thanks, Pen-Pen.’ Louis chuckled at the loud announcement, hurriedly spreading the jam and adding the glitter for Penny. and sliding the plate in front of her. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he really, really wanted the message to be from Harry. Grabbing his hot tea, Louis slid into the chair opposite Penny, holding his breath before tapping his phone to see the notification. It seemed Louis had gotten his wish.

@HarryStylesPhotography: Oh my God Louis, I am so sorry! I fell asleep early last night and didn't check my DMs until just now. I hope you didn't think I was ignoring you! 

It was lovely to see you and Penny at the park, thank you for letting me gatecrash your time together. I know how precious those moments can be.

I'd also love to meet Malcolm one day.

A second message appeared moments later, making Louis almost drop his phone in shock.

Not that I was hinting about meeting up again. 

Swiftly followed by a third, making Louis’ heart rabbit in his chest, knowing that Harry was typing at the same moment he was reading the messages.

Except I totally was… 😉 xxx

It wasn't until Penny started giggling that Louis glanced up from the phone. 

‘What?’ He asked gently, wondering if he had cereal stuck to his lip, or if his hair was sticking out at a funny angle again. It wouldn't be the first time that Penny had outright laughed at the state of his hair. Five year olds had a tendency to be brutal without realising, their honesty both equal parts amusing and cutting.

‘You have a silly smile on your face,’ she pointed out, completely matter of fact. If she had been a little older, Louis would have expected a finger point to accompany her slightly judgemental attitude. However, he found himself feeling incredibly grateful for the five year old opposite him dressed in Paw Patrol pyjamas with jam smeared across her cheek.

‘Do I?’ Louis chuckled, his cheeks beginning to hurt as he tried his best to tamper down the smile that refused to go away. He couldn't help the instant reaction which appeared at any thought of the photographer.

‘Yeah, Daddy! It's nice to see you smile like that. Makes me happy too!’ A bashful blush tinted Louis’ cheeks, almost feeling emotionally exposed in front of Penny. Which was ironic, considering he always encouraged his daughter to embrace her emotions, however big or small. ‘Who sent the message?’ Louis knew better than to lie to his daughter. 

‘It was…Harry.’ The nerves shook his voice a little, knowing that he'd never introduced another man into Penny's life, but he took comfort in the fact that she already knew who Harry was and seemed happy around him.

‘Photographer Harry? I like him, he's nice,’ Penny mused, brows furrowing into a little frown as she continued to tuck into her sparkly toast.

‘Yeah, Pen-Pen, he is.’ Louis sighed wistfully, his thumb slowly tracing over Harry’s name at the top of his phone screen. His heart stuttered in his chest as he stared down at Harry’s messages, debating how to reply.

*

‘So, how many people am I catering for, exactly?’ Louis asked, phone tucked under his ear as he flicked through a black folder. Even though it felt a bit old school, Louis liked his recipe folder, where he'd written down his favourites on A4 lined paper and stored them in plastic wallets for future reference. He much preferred that over scrolling through his phone. 

He'd tried to coax more information out of Zayn, beyond his ridiculously vague instructions, but it was proving tough. Zayn was easily pleased, but in honesty it made Louis’ job that much harder. 

Zayn hummed thoughtfully, before he spoke again. ‘There will be the four of us, obviously , plus H and his friend Niall. You'll like him; Irish bloke, proper funny.’

Louis nodded, even though Zayn couldn’t hear him. He chuckled at his own expense, flicking to a page and pursing his lips in thought. ‘Ok, I can handle that.’

‘Did you think I was going to invite the five thousand?’ Zayn chuckled lowly, the sound of him inhaling sharply told Louis he was most likely stood outside having a smoke.

‘With you, anything is possible.’ Louis grimaced as he remembered the year that Zayn insisted on Louis making some weird Greek dish that came out awfully and they ended up ordering pizza for everyone instead. Needless to say, Louis had opted never to try cooking Greek food again in a hurry.

‘Very funny, Lou,’ Zayn deadpanned. Louis could just imagine the expression on his face. ‘No, I just wanted to keep it small this year.’ 

‘But it's your thirtieth ,’ Louis protested gently, figuring his friend would want something a little more exciting than just a get together with a handful of people, including a school aged child. 

Zayn sighed, the sound of his resolve clear enough to Louis. ‘Fine, get me a big arse number balloon or something.’ 

‘Or something.’ Louis sniggered, wondering just what he could get away with to celebrate his best friend's birthday. Maybe he'd seek advice from Penny for the best and most embarrassing way to commemorate the event. 

‘Don't forget, I'm the number one babysitter here, tread carefully,’ Zayn sing-songed down the phone, making Louis roll his eyes. He'd lost count of the hours that Zayn had helped him out, both with Penny and Malcolm in his first few weeks of being a single parent. He owed Zayn a great deal and had tried to repay him many a time, but it had always been politely declined.

‘Oh, I thought that was Liam!’ Louis teased in response, a warmth filling him as Zayn cackled once more, an image in his mind of Zayn shaking his head with a fond smile. ‘It's ok, Z. I've got this.’

‘You always do, boo.’ The phrase made Louis’ breath catch in his throat. It was a mantra that Zayn would repeat to him over and over, especially on days when Louis felt like he couldn't do it anymore. Louis realised he wanted to tell Zayn about Harry, to share that someone else had come into his life.

‘I…erm… I've met someone, ’ Louis blurted out, a loud excitable squeak coming down the line in response. It was a noise that Zayn didn't make often, as he was more likely to be the cool and composed type rather than overly excited. The sheer enthusiasm made Louis blush, just at Zayn's reaction. ‘Sorry, that came out more hurriedly than I thought.’

‘Oh my gosh, I'm so pleased for you, Lou!’ Zayn gushed, his tone littered with joy. Louis' cheeks ached a little with the smile on his face, even though he knew Zayn couldn't see him through the phone. ‘Tell me about him? Who is he? Where did you meet? What's his name?’ He babbled excitedly, words almost blending together in his rush.

Louis giggled bashfully, shaking his head slowly at his friend's almost childish demeanor. ‘I met him at school.’ 

Zayn gasped, ‘ My school?’ Louis hummed in agreement, waiting for Zayn to ask more questions. ‘Ooh, is he a teacher?’ There was a gentle tease to his voice that made Louis smile in amusement. Present company aside, there were no teachers at Penny's school who were Louis’ idea of attractive.

‘No, not a teacher.’ Louis grinned to himself, thinking that Harry had the right sort of personality to teach at Penny's school.

‘A parent?’ Zayn continued to guess, amusing Louis even further. 

‘Z! He's… lovely and charming and Penny loves him…’ Louis started to ramble dreamily, flashes of brown curls and green eyes popping up in his head. Part of him really wanted to see Harry again, just wanting to be close to the man.

Zayn scoffed, ‘ Penny met him before we did?’ Louis' stomach twisted a little at the fact that his best friend sounded so affronted.

‘It's not like that ! We ran into him at the supermarket…and the park.’

‘ Twice ?’ Zayn squeaked, the exasperation clear in his voice. Louis felt a flash of guilt spread through him, knowing he hadn't intentionally left his friends out of the equation.

Louis groaned, pressing his forehead into the palm of his hands. ‘Z, nothing has even happened between us yet. We've only shared a couple of messages on Instagram .’

‘You slid into his DMs? Oh my God, Lou! How cliche!’ Zayn giggled, his loud laughter trickling down the phone. 

‘ Dick . But yeah, it's still very new. If it's going to be anything at all.’ Louis’ heart twisted a little, as he realised that feelings were already being caught. It had happened without him realising, even though he hadn't spent long enough in Harry's company to catch such things. He also knew he was powerless to stop it, falling head first into this new connection.

‘But you want it to be.’ In that moment, Louis hated how perceptive his best friend truly was, even over a phone call. Zayn was always good at saying things out loud that Louis was too scared to admit. With a startling realisation, it dawned on Louis just how much he wanted this, by how scared he was of getting hurt again.

Louis cleared his throat, desperately needing to clear the lump which had formed. ‘Maybe…maybe I'm ready to let someone in again?’ As soon as the words left his mouth, Louis felt the weight of them hit like a boulder in his chest; it was the first time he realised he really meant them.

‘Oh Lou ,’ Zayn sighed, his own voice full of emotion. ‘It'll be OK, I promise. Whatever you need, I'm here for you. Trust your heart and I'm sure this guy will look after it and keep it safe.’

Louis swallowed thickly, desperately needing his friend to comfort him. ‘How do you know that?’

‘I just have a feeling,’ Zayn mused, Louis picturing him shrugging a shoulder as he heard another sharp intake of breath. ‘I better leave you to it, Lou. Payno will be home soon.’

Louis felt his chest tighten, wishing he had someone who was on their way home to him, too. ‘No worries, Z. See you next weekend!’

Zayn made a kissing sound down the phone. ‘Give my love to squishy!’

Louis giggled in response. ‘Of course, will do.’

*

Straightening out his short sleeved button up, Louis wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, before stepping to the sink to wash his hands for the five hundredth time that hour. 

The three course menu he'd picked had felt like a great idea at the time, but he'd underestimated just how much concentration the food needed, leaving Penny completely in the hands of his best friend's. She seemed to be having a great time, from what he could hear. Penny always had an ability to wrap both Zayn and Liam around her little finger and they let her do it; it was both cute and amusing to watch.

Glancing over to the oven, Louis released a sigh of relief that the hard part was almost over. He loved cooking, and nothing pleased him more than putting together a lovely meal for his friends and family, but he was always grateful to get to the point where everything came together.

Adding a small salad bowl to each plate, he took a sip of his beer resting on the worktop, enjoying the cool liquid as it slid down his throat. The oven pinged, signalling that the bread for the salmon starters was ready.

‘Hey, Lou!’ Zayn's voice cut through the kitchen, knocking him out of his thoughts as Louis was adding the final glaze to the salmon starters. Tucking the small pan into the sink, Louis whirled round on his heel, the breath leaving his lungs with a whoosh . His eyes landed on a familiar figure, who looked equally as surprised to see him. ‘This is Niall, and H.’

‘Hey.’ Harry's eyes had widened a little, a slight flush to his cheeks as their eyes met across the kitchen. Louis felt his heart flutter under Harry’s gaze, brought back to reality as the other brunette stepped towards him, hand outstretched. 

‘Hey man, it’s nice to meet ya. Smells bloody amazing in here,’ A thick Irish accent, accompanied by a bright, friendly smile, cut through the silence. Louis warmed to him immediately. ‘I'm Niall.’

‘Great to see you too, man. I’m Louis.’ He smiled gently in response, shaking Niall's hand quickly, eyes leaving Niall's to glance at the tall, curly haired man shuffling his weight behind them. Thankfully, the Irishman took the hint, side-stepping so Harry could move forward.

‘H?’ Louis raised a hint of an eyebrow, a confused smirk on his lips. Zayn had never mentioned his friend H that much, just that they had yoga classes together and would go out for cocktails on occasion. Their paths never crossed and Louis never asked more. 

Now, he was really wishing he had.

‘Zayn is one of the few people who actually call me that,’ Harry chuckled nervously, reaching up a hand that was covered in rings and scratching the back of his neck. Louis had only ever seen him in loose jeans or workout clothes, so to see him dressed up in smart trousers and a loose fitted shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, was doing things to Louis that he couldn't easily erase from his mind.

‘Oh, you two already know each other?’ Niall glanced between the pair, confusion written across his brow as Harry giggled nervously. Behind the new guests, Louis couldn't help but notice the knowing smirk on Zayn's face, before his best friend disappeared from the kitchen under the guise of getting some drinks from the garage. He would definitely need to speak to Zayn before he took Penny home.

Finally finding his voice again, Louis’ eyes locked on Harry’s before he whispered softly, ‘yeah. Yeah we do.’ 

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Five .

‘How's it going?’ Liam smiled sheepishly as he popped his head around the door, before striding fully into the kitchen. Louis chuckled, knowing that Liam was always cautious of interrupting him when he was in the kitchen.

‘The starters will be ready shortly,’ Louis chuckled, before turning his attention back to the worktop. Liam bustled about in the glass cupboard, pulling out a handful of champagne flutes and lining them up neatly. From his meal prep, Louis already knew there was a bottle of champagne and a fizzy orange for Penny chilling in the fridge. 

‘Is this OK for Penny?’ Liam asked, holding out a champagne flute which looked a touch smaller than the others. Louis narrowed his eyes, unsure whether his friend was joking or not. As if reading his thoughts, Liam shot him a wide smile. ‘Don't worry, it's plastic,’ Liam added with a wink.

One of the things Louis loved about his friends, was that they instinctively included Penny as though she was a staple of their friendship group. 

Getting the plates ready, Louis heard a loud, familiar giggle from the living room, the one he affectionately termed her happy giggle; one where she would clutch her stomach, eyes closed and head thrown back. Plating up the food, including some posh looking bread and butter for Penny, Louis poked his head around the corner to see what the fuss was about. 

His heart bloomed as he saw Harry sat cross legged on the floor in front of Zayn’s coffee table. Penny stood by his side, twirling on the spot in her pink princess dress. Louis smiled at the memory of Penny insisting on wearing the sparkly ensemble, complete with a small silver tiara, as it was Zayn’s special birthday. Harry was admiring her outfit, trying to guess which Disney princess she was.

‘Are you…Rapunzel?’

Penny shook her head, giggling shrilly. ‘No!’

Harry brought a hand to his jaw, resting his thumb and index finger on his chin. ‘Aurora?’ 

‘It’s just me , Harry! Penny!’ She giggled, shaking her head before stepping over and plonking herself in Harry’s lap. A moment later, Harry wrapped both arms around her waist in a protective stance. It was the first time that Louis had ever seen Penny take to someone so quickly and be so comfortable that she was happy to sit in their lap. She only did that with Zayn.

The scene warmed his entire body.

A quiet, involuntary gasp tumbled from Louis’ lips at the gesture. He stepped back into the kitchen and busied himself collecting the starters to serve up. He knew if he didn't distract himself, the lump in his throat would progress to tears; which was something he didn't want to show to anyone tonight.

Moving into the dining room, Louis carefully put the plates onto the gold decorative placemats he'd dressed earlier that evening. Footsteps snapped his attention up, his pulse calming as his eyes landed on his best friend.

‘He's pretty wonderful with Penny,’ Zayn cooed softly, his eyes sparkling with fondness. Louis knew that Zayn was fiercely protective of his goddaughter, so if he thought Harry was a good egg, then Louis trusted his judgement explicitly.

Louis blinked a few times, before realisation hit him. ‘You knew!’ Louis sniffed, trying his best to hide the emotion in his voice, narrowing his eyes as Zayn stepped further into the room. Zayn had the audacity to laugh, stepping towards Louis and giving him a squeeze.

‘Course I bloody did, why do you think I invited him?’ Louis wanted to frown at him, but he was secretly glad that Zayn has masterminded this whole thing.

‘H?’ Louis raised an eyebrow, placing his hands on his hips.

‘You never asked, I never told.’ Zayn shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. ‘Plus, I saw you with him from my classroom window.’ Louis’ expression froze, heart rabbiting in his chest at the fact that Zayn had known who his crush was all along. 

‘You're such a dick!’ Louis finally managed to squeak out, cheeks flushing red.

‘You love me.’

‘That I do.’ Louis chuckled, reaching out and affectionately pinching Zayn's cheek with his forefinger and his thumb.

‘Is it time to eat now, Daddy?’ Penny called out, dragging Harry by the hand into the dining room. Louis shot him an apologetic smile, yet Harry didn't seem remotely phased to be pulled along by an over excited small child. ‘C'mon Harry, you can sit next to me!’

‘Pen…’ Louis’ fatherly warning voice took charge. ‘Maybe Harry doesn't want you to sit next to him. He might want to sit next to a grown up. Have you even asked?’

‘It's fine, I don't mind. Honestly.’ Harry flashed him a toothy grin, those dimples making his demeanour soften quicker than ice cream in the sun. 

‘Yay! Ooh, Daddy made me posh bread! I love posh bread.’ Louis hid a splutter of laughter behind his hand, glad that Penny was none the wiser as she took her seat in front of her little pyramid of sourdough, beckoning Harry into the seat beside her. 

Zayn, clearly in charge of the seating, had pulled Liam and Niall beside him, leaving the only available chair on Harry’s other side. Louis glanced at Zayn, who offered nothing but a cheeky wink and a knowing smile.

‘I don't bite, I promise.’ Harry smiled sweetly, before he leaned over, whispering in Louis’ ear, ‘unless you ask me to.’ Louis hurriedly hid the squeak of surprise in his voice by shoving a mouthful of salmon between his lips. 

At this rate, there was no way he was going to survive dinner.

Louis only managed to make small talk with Harry during dinner, as Penny had taken up most of his attention. Doing his best to hide his disappointment, Louis spent the meal chatting to Zayn and making an effort of getting to know Niall. Louis had once traveled to Ireland for work, so he shared stories of his time in Cork, which prompted Niall to animatedly share many stories about his home country. Sadly for Louis, Liam was also too far away for him to discuss the footy, so tales of Ireland were his main entertainment. 

As the meal drew to a close, Louis gathered up the dessert plates with disappointment making his heart feel heavy. He had endured seeing Harry mainly in his peripheral vision, but as he was conceding to his own daughter, he knew it was a compromise he was willing to make.

‘Shouldn't the Chef be let off cleaning duty?’ Harry’s voice echoing through the kitchen made Louis jump, nearly slipping a plate clean out of his hand.

‘Shit , Styles! Didn't you know that you shouldn't creep up on people?’ Louis chuckled nervously, tucking the last plate into the dishwasher before he could potentially do any further damage.

‘Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.’ Harry chuckled sheepishly, crossing one ankle behind the other before he continued, ‘Zayn is colouring with Penny, so I took my chance to come and see you.’ Harry ran his index finger along the work surface as he walked closer towards Louis.

‘See me?’ Louis gulped, his voice thick as his eyes blinked rapidly, Harry moving closer to where he stood. Louis’ heart began to race as the smell of Harry’s cologne wafted into his nostrils; he even smelt delicious. 

‘I had no idea you were going to be here tonight, but I can't begin to tell you how glad I am that you were.’ Harry took a deep breath before continuing, ‘I can't get you off my mind, Louis. You're like my favourite song, going round and round on repeat.’ Louis felt his legs turn to jelly at Harry’s words; nobody had ever paid him such heartfelt compliments before. Louis’ mouth went dry, several beats passing between them before he managed to talk again.

‘Me…M-me too. I really wanted to see you again.’ Louis smiled softly, his heart slowing a fraction as Harry came toe to toe. Louis had never been this giddy around a man, ever. Without thinking, he reached out, one hand curling around Harry’s waist. Green eyes glanced down to where Louis was touching him, before slowly gliding up to meet Louis’ gaze.

‘Honestly?’ Harry's brows knitted together as he bit down on his bottom lip. He looked boyishly shy, as though he was both nervous and relieved by Louis’ response.

‘Yes.’ Louis chuckled in surprise, fingertips squeezing against the soft fabric of Harry’s shirt. ‘Why would you think otherwise?’

‘Because you never asked for my phone number.’ Harry spoke shyly, the toe of his trainer drawing lazy circles on the floor. ‘I didn't think you were interested in me.’ Louis’ heart leapt into his throat at the weight of Harry’s words. He immediately felt guilty, for not even considering that Harry might be a little insecure about the situation as well.

‘I… I was nervous, to be honest,’ Louis started, feeling the heat of Harry’s eyes on him as he confessed. ‘I'm actually a terrible flirt and I never know when people are genuinely interested in me, and I thought you were far too hot to be into little old me, and-’ Harry cut Louis off mid sentence with a spine tingling kiss, his hand immediately grabbing at Louis’ hips to draw him in tighter. 

Louis felt like he was floating, all semblance of reality disappearing. All he could focus on was how soft Harry's lips were, how comforting his grip was and how gentle he was with Louis. Slowly moving his lips against Harry's, Louis felt himself be shifted slightly, back pressed against the work surface. A soft moan tumbled from his lips before he could stop it, hands holding tight onto Harry. He was panting lightly as Harry broke the kiss, leaving gentle pecks on Louis’ lips before moving back enough so Louis could see him properly.

‘Why the hell wouldn't I be interested in you?’ Harry whispered, lips grazing against Louis’ as he spoke, eyes sparkling with something akin to want . ‘You're stunning , Louis. Those cheekbones could cut glass!’ Harry emphasised his words by cradling Louis’ jaw softly, the pad of his thumb stroking along Louis’ cheekbone. ‘You're witty, charming and funny, and-’ this time, Louis cut Harry off with a chaste kiss; desperate to show him that he felt the same. Louis pulled Harry in tight, resisting the urge to loop his ankle around Harry’s calf.

‘Daddy!’ Penny's voice from the living room startled them both. Louis burst into giggles, seperating their lips and blushing furiously as Harry continued to hold on to him. Louis rested his forehead against Harry’s, eyes locked before Harry left a soft peck on Louis’ bottom lip.

‘I should, erm…’ Louis’ lips curled into his mouth as he gestured somewhere towards the living room.

‘It's ok.’ Harry smiled softly, moving back to give Louis some space. ‘I'll join you.’ As Louis made his way into the living room, Penny was excitedly looking at a picture on the coffee table, but he could see that her eyes were starting to dull; a telltale sign that she was starting to get tired.

‘What is it, baby girl?’ 

‘Look at what Zayn drawed!’ She excitedly poked at the paper on the table. Dropping down beside Zayn, Louis saw a rainbow coloured unicorn, complete with a horn and a fluffy mane.

‘That's amazing, Z. You're so talented.’

‘Surprising really, considering my job is an art teacher and all.’ He stuck his tongue out at Louis, earning a cackle from Penny which was strikingly similar to the same one that would erupt from Louis when he found something ridiculously funny. Louis mouthed the word prick at Zayn, before turning his attention to Penny.

‘Is it home time now, baby girl?’ He whispered softly, hand cupping the back of her head as she yawned widely. Nodding a little, Louis got to his feet, scooping up his daughter in his arms. He had a limited time to get her to bed, before she went into overtired mode and was awake until 10pm.

He caught Harry’s eye, cheeks tinting pink as the memory of their kiss flashed up in front of him. This was the downside to single parent life. In another universe, he totally would be at Harry’s side, drinking and getting to know the man better whilst maybe exchanging sweet kisses between stories. With a short goodbye, Louis made his way to the door, checking he had both his house keys and his phone in his pockets.

‘Thank you for everything.’ Zayn kept his voice soft as he enveloped both of the Tomlinson’s in a cuddle. Penny made a happy hum between them, resting her head against Zayn's for a brief moment before pulling back. ‘You're a talented Chef, Tommo. If you ever fancy a change from animation…’

‘Could you imagine the horror if I ever left Disney Pixar ?’ Louis chuckled, trying not to jostle Penny too much.

‘Wait, wait, wait!’ Harry whispered loudly, hurrying down the hallway as Louis’ slipped his feet back into his Gazelles. ‘Can I have your phone, please?’ Harry stroked the back of Penny's head affectionately as he waited for Louis to reply. If Louis hadn't have been holding his daughter, he would have totally swooned at the sweet, seemingly reflexive, gesture.

‘Sure. Back pocket.’ Louis chuckled, twisting the best he could with a sleepy Penny in his arms. He felt Harry tentatively reach into his back pocket, almost disappointed that he didn't at least try for a cheeky feel as he pulled out the device.

Harry flashed the phone at Louis’ face to unlock it, opening the keypad and typing in his number. His tongue poked out from between his lips as he concentrated, making Louis bit back a grin of amusement.

‘There.’ Harry smiled smugly, tucking the phone back into Louis’ pocket, the unmistakable feeling of Harry’s hand grazing his arse as he pulled back, flashing Louis a toothy grin. ‘No excuses now,’ he whispered softly.

Louis exhaled shakily, butterflies going mad in his stomach. ‘Thank you.’ Louis couldn't hold back the smile as Harry stepped forward, gently kissing him on the cheek before disappearing back up the hallway.

‘Let me know you're home safe,’ Zayn whispered as Louis negotiated putting a sleepy Penny into her car seat. Straightening himself up, he let Zayn wrap him up in a hug. 

‘Will do.’ With a wave, Louis climbed into the driver's seat and pulled off the drive. With Penny snoozing in the back, he kept the radio to a dull murmur as he drove, cheeks starting to ache with the smile he couldn't seem to tamper down.

Carefully helping Penny out of her princess dress and into her pyjamas, Louis tucked her up in bed before changing into his own sweats. He was absolutely knackered after doing all the cooking, so a beer and the footy highlights was just what he needed. 

Collapsing in a mess of pillows, Louis reached for his phone, heart skipping a beat as it unlocked onto the contacts page. Harry's contact stared up at him, the name Harry Styles with a camera emoji alongside it. 

With a chuckle, Louis opened WhatsApp , typing and retyping a message several times before he decided on a simple message to send to Harry.

Hey Harry! It's Louis. Thought I'd fire you a message so you have my number x

Hey Louis! The notification simply read ‘thought I'd fire you’ and I got a bit nervous 🤣 lovely to hear from you. Hope you got Penny to bed OK? x

I'm not sure I have that sort of power! X

Louis followed up the message with a snap of his beer on the coffee table, football highlights clearly playing on the TV in the background. 

She is fast asleep in bed, so I'm enjoying a rest! X

Well deserved, I'd say! You created culinary magic today, Lou xx 

Louis blushed furiously as he read Harry's message, at both his compliment and the nickname. Seconds later, a photo popped up of what he assumed were Harry’s long legs, cosily wrapped up in a pair of grey joggers and beige fluffy socks, a glass of red wine was perched on his thigh. On closer inspection, there appeared to be a film on the TV in the background.

A glass of wine for me! And a bit of Richard Curtis xx

Good choice, I hope that's a merlot at least! Xx

Malbec, actually ☺️  a 2016 special that was a Christmas present xx

You know it's March, right? Xx

Better late than never 😉 xx

Louis chuckled to himself as he took a sip of his beer, knowing that he truly believed Harry’s words. He just wished desperately that Harry was there to relax with him. Better still, that he was curled up with Harry in his soft joggers and fluffy socks, limbs entwined and sharing loving kisses.

At this rate, he was going to fall hard and fast for the beautiful man and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

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Six .

‘Lou, there's a rather attractive man waiting at reception for you.’ Liam popped his head around Louis’ office door, a knowing smirk on his face. Stepping further into the room, Liam kept his gaze firmly on Louis, who made a point of saving the frame he was working on before giving Liam his attention. 

‘ You have a boyfriend,’ Louis deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at Liam as he locked his computer and got to his feet. He knew exactly who Liam was referring to, having received an excited text from Harry to say that he was on his way to Louis’ office.

‘I still have eyes!’ Liam protested, the indignant expression on his face making Louis laugh; Liam was about as threatening as a puppy dog. ‘So why is Harry here, waiting for you to come and get him?’ Liam linked arms with Louis as he made his way down the corridor towards the reception.

The butterflies were already starting to open their wings in his stomach, just from the knowledge that Harry was nearby.

‘I invited him.’ Louis shrugged, trying his best to play it cool. After texting Harry until the early hours and learning that he had a deep love of animated films, Louis had naturally invited Harry to come visit the office and learn more about the process.

‘Ooh, do you like him?’ Liam teased softly, as Louis blushed scarlet under the scrutiny.

‘I might do.’

‘Hey, I'm happy for you, Lou! You deserve to be happy. Single parents are allowed to love too. And hey, if you need us to watch Penny so you can spend time with Harry, then just let me know; it's about time you took us up on the offer.’

Louis chuckled fondly. ‘You're the best , Payno.’ 

‘I know.’ 

As they rounded the corner to the front of the building, Liam waved him off and blew him a kiss. Taking a deep breath, Louis pushed open the main doors and found Harry concentrating on his phone,sitting on a sofa which was the same blue and purple as Sully from Monsters Inc. 

Louis paused in his tracks, admiring the photographer from afar. He looked so handsome; dressed in black jeans and a green jumper with a frog appliqued on the front. The fact that Harry was sitting on the Sully sofa, dressed in Mike Wazowski colours, was a great coincidence that made Louis smile. As if sensing his arrival, Harry glanced up from his phone, face breaking out into a wide smile when his gaze landed on Louis.

‘Hey,’ Louis whispered, coming toe to toe. Harry pulled him into a gentle hug, the close proximity sending the butterflies into a frenzy. 

‘Hi! Wow , you look … you're dressed casually.’ Harry was adorable, all wide eyes and a bashful smile on his face.

‘What did you expect, exactly?’ Louis chuckled, nudging Harry in the shoulder before kissing him once on the cheek. He looked down at his loose fit jeans and sweatshirt, curious as to what Harry thought a Chief Animator would wear to work.

‘I'm not sure,’ Harry giggled, running a hand through his hair, pushing his curls away from his face. ‘A suit maybe? I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit nervous.’

‘Nervous?’ Louis’ heart squeezed in his chest; Harry truly was an adorable specimen of a man.

‘I'm at Disney Pixar, Lou! This is like a dream come true.’

‘Ok fanboy, let's go and meet the team before you combust in the middle of the reception area.’ Nodding towards the main building, Louis swiped his key card before leading Harry down the corridor towards where the rest of his team were stationed. His hand settled comfortably at the base of Harry’s spine, using the excuse of showing him where to go as a reason to simply touch the younger man.

‘So, can you tell me what you're working on?’ Harry asked, glancing across at Louis as they walked in step with each other. 

Louis chuckled lowly, ‘not explicitly, but if my computer was open and you… happened… to see a few frames, then so be it. ’ Louis shrugged with a smirk, pulling Harry to say hi to Liam and meet his team of animators, who were working on the third installment of Frozen . 

Louis watched as Harry spoke with the team, looking captivated and more enthusiastic than some of the animators. It took all of his effort to get Harry away from the team before he became their latest recruit.

‘So this is where the magic happens?’ Harry joked, giggling at his own joke as they stepped over the threshold into Louis' office. He was very privileged to work in an office with big, floor-to-ceiling windows and beautiful views of London.

‘Oh wow, that was beyond cheesy.’ He chuckled loudly, yet, Louis secretly loved it; Louis would happily let Harry use cheesy line after cheesy line on him if he wanted to.

‘I try, I try.’ Harry tipped an imaginary hat to Louis; Harry was endearing without trying. It was moment's like this where Louis couldn't quite believe he was the lucky man to have Harry’s attention.

‘But yes, this is my office. Do you want a drink? I can ask my assistant to rustle something up?’ Louis took a seat at his desk, gesturing for Harry to take a seat on the comfy sofa facing the desk. Louis had selfishly asked for it to be installed for times when he wanted to map out ideas or just take a nap to refresh.

‘Ooh, a cup of tea would be lovely!’ Harry beamed, glancing around as though he was curious as to where the tea would appear from.

‘Hannah?’ Seeing that his office door was still open, Louis called out her name, his assistant appearing no less than two seconds later. 

‘Yes, Mr T?’ Louis had been nervous of hiring an assistant when he was first promoted, but she had been an absolute angel when it came to helping Louis try to find a nice work life balance.

‘Could you grab us two teas, please?’ She nodded once, a small smile on her face. It took a few months, but she'd grown to perfect Louis’ tea every morning.

‘How do you take your tea?’ She directed the question to Harry, who fish mouthed in surprised at the question.

‘Oh, er black. No sugar. Thank you so much!’ He mumbled hurriedly, looking a little flustered. Louis bit back a smile, he had a tough job adjusting when Hannah first came into his life.

‘Right away, Mr T!’ Hannah beamed, turning on her heel and disappearing from the room, closing the door behind her.

‘Mr T?’ Harry sniggered, biting down on his bottom lip to hold back laughter.

‘Hush, you.’ Louis unlocked his computer, before pushing his chair away from the desk with an innocent look on his face. ‘ Oops , I left my station unlocked.’ With excitable, wide eyes, Harry darted over to Louis’ desk, resting his side against the wooden surface as his eyes clapped on the frames that Louis had been working on before Harry had arrived.

‘So…hypothetically speaking, if one had left their station unlocked…how would one navigate this system?’ He waved his hand in front of the screen, pouting a little at Louis.

‘Hypothetically speaking… by pressing this combination…’ Louis leaned around Harry and tapped a combination of keys, making the animation spring to life. 

‘ Lou !’ Harry gasped, watching the ten second piece unfold before his eyes. ‘This is incredible. You… you're incredible.’ Harry twisted his head, lips centimetres away from Louis’. Louis couldn't help but run his tongue along his bottom lip, anticipation sparking between them.

‘You … you think so?’ Louis mumbled, his breath catching in his throat as Harry started to close the gap between them.

‘Mm hmm.’ Harry nodded, before capturing Louis’ lips in a sweet kiss. Needing more of Harry’s addictive kisses, Louis pulled him down until Harry was straddling his lap. Thankfully, his desk chair was big enough to accommodate them both. ‘Is this… is this allowed ?’ Harry mumbled between kisses, not separating their lips for more than a second.

‘Well, this is the most action this office has ever seen. So, who knows? We've already broken a few rules. What's a few more?’

‘Hmm, a bad boy, eh?’ Harry cocked an eyebrow. Before Louis could retort that he wasn't anything of the sort, his phone rang on the table, with the one ringtone he was always fearful of hearing; Penny's school . His back went rigid, blood turning cold as he glanced at the handset. Harry's glance had just followed Louis when he swiped up the phone.

‘Fuck!’ In a flash, he jabbed at the answer button, a nervous looking Harry still seated in his lap. ‘Hello, Louis Tomlinson speaking?’

‘Mr Tomlinson, it's Mrs Kay here from Westminster Primary .’ The expression on Louis’ face must've told Harry everything he needed to know, as he slowly climbed off Louis’ lap. He rested against the desk keeping his concerned gaze fixed on Louis.

‘Yes, this is he.’ Louis couldn't hold back the shake in his voice, desperate to know what had happened to his daughter.

‘I am sorry to say that Penny had a fall at school today.’ Just the mere thought of his baby being hurt was enough to make Louis’ hands start to shake. He was vaguely aware of Harry softly stroking his arm to try and calm him, but plowed all of his concentration into the teacher on the phone. ‘She is OK, but we believe she might have broken her arm. The paramedics were called, and they took her to hospital.’

‘H-hospital?’ Louis stammered, heart leaping into his chest as he jumped to his feet and closed down his computer. Harry leapt into action a second later, grabbing Louis’ jacket and bag, holding out the jacket for him to slip his arms into. Louis shot him a grateful smile as he pulled the material around himself.

‘Yes, for X-rays. I'd suggest coming here, but they are keen to leave so probably best you head straight to St. Thomas’, children's A&E.’

‘Ok. Thank you. I'm on my way.’ Shoving his phone into his pocket, Louis' mind swirled at a thousand miles an hour as he made his way to the door, Harry's grip firm on his waist as they hurried along. He was vaguely aware of Harry’s voice talking somewhere nearby, possibly to Liam. With his brain unable to think about anything but Penny, Louis concluded that he didn't need to pay any mind. Louis brushed past people as he hurried down the corridor, muttering apologies as he bounced off shoulders. 

As they both made it to the reception, Louis stopped in his tracks. He didn't want to say goodbye to Harry, but he needed to get to Penny as soon as he was physically able.

‘I'm so sorry, Harry,’ he muttered, running a hand through his hair, his mind whirring at five hundred miles an hour. He wasn't thinking about anything else except getting to his baby girl.

‘What for?’ Harry asked, easily meeting Louis’ stride as they reached the main entrance to the building.

‘I have to get to the hospital. Just need to find my car keys…’ Louis patted down his pockets, brandishing a set of keys before Harry wound his fingers softly around Louis' fist.

‘As if I'd let you go alone in this state. Come on, I'll drive you.’ Before Louis could relent and agree, Harry stalked off in the direction of the car park, finding a blue BMW and rapidly unlocking it. 

Grateful for his assistance, Louis practically dived into the passenger seat, taking a deep breath in a vain attempt to calm his nerves; Harry was absolutely right, there was no way that Louis was fit to drive anywhere. Within a second, Harry threw the car into drive and sped off in the direction of the hospital.

‘Did they say what happened?’ Harry asked, as they pulled out into the traffic. Louis could feel his heart pounding in his ears, rapidly stuttering as thoughts of Penny flooded his mind.

‘No, just that she'd had a fall and they suspect a broken arm.’ Louis' voice started to break, tears blurring his vision. This had never happened before; his poor baby girl hurt and alone at school. Louis jumped as he felt a hand on his thigh, softening his posture as fingers squeezed gently through his jeans.

‘She'll be OK, Louis. I know she will,’ Harry whispered, his own voice sounding thick with emotion. Louis grabbed at Harry’s hand, holding it tightly as they sped towards St. Thomas’. As the nerves coursed through his body, panic making his hands shake, Louis had never been more grateful to have Harry and not be going through this alone. 

Pulling up to the drop-off zone in front of the A&E, Louis jumped out of the car before Harry could apply the handbrake. Shouting out words of thanks behind him, Louis ran through the car park, feet pounding on the pavement, desperate to get to Penny as quickly as he possibly could. 

Louis burst through the doors, grateful that nobody was waiting at the desk. ‘Hi, I erm… my daughter was brought in, Penelope Tomlinson? I'm Louis Tomlinson, you should be expecting me?’

‘Yes, Mr Tomlinson. Let me just check.’ The receptionist quickly scanned the screen in front of her. ‘She's in Bed Six. Let me buzz you in, go straight through and she'll be on your right.’ Hearing the sharp trill of a buzzer, Louis pushed open the door and rushed through the small bank of beds, looking for the sixth one. Hastily pulling back the curtain, a relieved breath left his body in one big woosh at the sight of Penny sitting up in bed, smiling and giggling at the familiar PE teacher sitting in the plastic blue chair beside her bed.

‘Daddy!’ Penny beamed as her eyes landed on her father. Louis blinked back tears of relief, clutching his hands by his side in a feeble attempt to stop them shaking. He didn't want Penny to see him crumple into a puddle of nerves and tears; he had to be strong.

‘Hey baby girl,’ he managed to whisper, praying that she didn't notice the tremble in his voice as he tucked the curtain closed around him. Louis couldn't put into words the sheer level of relief he felt that his daughter didn't even seem remotely fazed by being in a hospital bed; a true Tomlinson at heart. ‘What happened to my precious little girl?’

‘I fell down at school, Daddy. I slipped off the adventure playground. It really hurt.’ She frowned, her left arm tucked up in a sling. It dwarfed her poor little arm, making her look much smaller than her age. ‘But, they said I can have a cool plaster on my arm! And it'll be pink !’

‘No way!’ Louis chuckled, gasping theatrically as he perched on the end of Penny's bed. The starched blue sheets rustled under his weight as he took in the sight of his little girl tucked up in the stiff blankets. More than anything, he was just glad that she seemed to be doing alright, given the circumstances. Calming his breathing, he remembered the teacher still sitting in the chair beside the bed. ‘Hey, Miss Ross.’

‘Emily, please.’ The teacher smiled softly, getting to her feet and stretching out her torso. ‘Right, Miss Penelope, now your Daddy is here, I am going to go back to school.’

‘Thank you Miss Ross! And thank you for the chocolate.’ The teacher blushed a shade of pink as she shoved her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie, avoiding Louis’ gaze. As far as he was concerned, the teacher could have bought the Cadbury factory if it made Penny feel better.

‘Chocolate ?’ Louis gasped, as Penny burst into a loud fit of laughter. He found it quite funny that she had outed her teacher just by being polite. ‘In all seriousness, thank you for staying with her.’

‘You're welcome, Mr Tomlinson. I have a daughter the same age, there was no way I could let her come here on her own.’ Giving Penny a little cuddle, the teacher left them alone. As gentle as he could manage, Louis gave Penny a cuddle of his own, careful not to jostle her too much. 

Louis hated hospitals, having spent too much time in them when his mum was really poorly. The clinical smell always burned at his nostrils, making him shudder with discomfort. Louis’ mum had received the best care imaginable, but unfortunately the illness was too complex for her to beat. Ever since, Louis has resented hospitals; not the staff who worked tirelessly to deliver the best possible care, just the place.

As Louis was reading a story from the magazine to Penny, one about a princess who loved baking, a nurse with a friendly smile appeared at the curtain with a pink wheelchair.

‘It's time for the plaster room, Miss Penelope.’

‘Can my daddy come?’ Penny flicked her gaze from the nurse to Louis, who already knew the answer before it came.

‘He will have to wait here, but we will be back very soon, I promise.’ There was an apologetic look in her eyes, but Louis understood.

‘I'll keep your bed warm, Pen-Pen,’ Louis assured her, hating the concerned look on her face and wanting to wrap her up in his arms. 

‘O-Okay.’ Penny nodded after a pause, slowly climbing off the bed and onto the wheelchair.

‘Let's go! I'll do all the hard work, you tell me which way to go,’ the nurse chuckled, pretending to buckle Penny into the wheelchair. She clearly was very good at her job, keeping the children calm when they needed it most.

‘I don't know where it is!’ Penny giggled, her free hand covering her mouth.

‘I guess we’ll just have to try not to get lost then!’ The nurse teased, throwing a wink to Louis to assure him that she most certainly did know where they were going. As Penny disappeared round the corner, Louis let out a shaky breath that he didn't realise he had been holding. Staring at the rumpled sheets where Penny had been sitting, the ward around him started to blur as the delayed sense of fear bubbled to the surface. The sound of someone gently calling his name brought him back to reality, a figure crouching beside him.

‘ Harry !’ Louis gasped in surprise, unable to believe that Harry was still at the hospital. ‘Holy shit. What are you doing here?’ Louis didn't even consider that Harry would have parked and come looking for them. He assumed that Harry had dropped him off and then gone home. 

Harry's face fell as he took in Louis’ confused expression. ‘Is it alright that I'm even here? It's just… I really care about both of you and I wanted to make sure you were alright, so I found a parking space and came straight to A&E,’ Harry blurted out, biting down nervously on his bottom lip as he stood upright again. Louis’ heart bloomed at the weight of Harry's words, feeling so cared for in that moment, in a way beyond anything that he'd ever experienced before.

Safe.

‘Yes. Yes, it's very much OK.’ Louis nodded shakily, feeling tears starting to build in the back of his eyes. Just simply having Harry nearby was calming Louis. Even though they had only known each other a short while, there was an undeniable connection between them.

‘Where is Penny?’ There was a slight panic in Harry's voice as he glanced at the bed, noting that Penny wasn't there.

‘Oh!’ Louis chuckled anxiously, his lips forming a thin line as he tried to swallow back the emotion. ‘Erm, they've taken her to the plaster room.’

‘Oh, that's good.’ Harry smiled softly, twisting his hands in front of his body. It was then that Louis realised that Harry had bought a small pink rabbit and a book for Penny, both of which were sitting on the bed. 

‘She'll be back soon,’ Louis whispered, unsure if he was saying the words to assure Harry or to calm himself. His mind was swimming with emotions, none of which felt more prominent than the other.

‘I, erm, told them I was your boyfriend so they'd let me back here. I hope that's OK?’ The nerves shone through in Harry’s eyes, endearing Louis even more.

‘Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're here. Really fucking glad.’ Louis bit down on his bottom lip, feeling the emotion of the day catch up with him. As Harry reached out a hand, softly resting it on Louis’ bicep, the dam that he had been holding tightly together finally burst. As Louis let out a strangled sob, Harry hurriedly pulled Louis into a standing position and gathered him up in his arms, holding him tight.

‘Let it all out, Lou. She's not here to see you, get it all out before she gets back,’ Harry whispered softly, his hands affectionately carding through Louis’ hair as he sobbed into Harry's chest, hands grasping at his jumper. ‘It's ok babe, you're OK and so is Penny. Kids bounce back from stuff like this all the time.’ Louis nodded, sniffing loudly. He couldn't even bring himself to be embarrassed that he was most likely getting snot on Harry’s clothes.

‘I'm sorry,’ Louis whispered, pathetically swiping at the wet patch on Harry's jumper.

‘No need. It's a right of passage, to snot all over your friends at least once a year?’

‘Friends ?’ Louis raised an eyebrow at Harry as he sniffed again. Harry's cheeks tinted pink under Louis’ gaze, shifting his weight a little. Louis immediately felt guilty, knowing the children's A&E department was not the place to put Harry on the spot about where they stood in their relationship; they hadn't even gone on a single date yet.

‘I know it's not really the time for this conversation,’ Harry spoke slowly, as though he was carefully picking his words, ‘but I think it's safe to say I see you as something more special than just a friend.’

Louis felt his heart skip several beats. He was glad to be in the hospital, in case of a Harry-induced heart attack. ‘I feel the same about you, too.’ Louis’ entire body felt much lighter, as Harry flashed him a toothy grin, placing a soft kiss on Louis’ temple. 

Resting his head on Harry’s shoulder, Louis melted into the warmth of Harry’s embrace for a moment, straightening himself up as Penny reappeared in her pink wheelchair. There was a wide grin on her face and a baby pink coloured plaster cast on her arm, from her fingers and almost to the elbow. Her eyes lit up as she saw who had now joined Louis at the hospital.

‘Harry! Lettie, this is my Harry.’ Penny excitedly gestured, pointing out the new visitor to the gentle nurse who had collected her for the trip to the plaster room. ‘He's Daddy's new friend.’

‘It's very nice to meet you, Harry!’ Lettie chuckled fondly at the pair. ‘Now, little Miss, you just need to stay here for a smidge longer until the doctor comes to visit you and Daddy, then you should be able to go home.’

‘I can't wait to show all my friends!’ 

Louis admired that Penny seemed to be taking this all in her stride, no resulting trauma from her fall at all. 

‘Well, you'll probably need a little time off school to recover, but I'm sure you'll see them soon.’ 

Once Lettie had left them alone in the bay, Penny had excitedly found the gifts from Harry.

‘Wow, I don't have this one! Thank you.’ Penny held up the sparkly copy of the Dinosaur Who Pooped a Princess as she climbed back into bed. ‘Harry, can you read it? Please….’ Batting her eyelashes at Harry, using her full Tomlinson traits. Harry grinned and giggled softly.

‘Of course, Penny!’ Harry shifted until he was sat side by side with Penny, taking the book from her.

‘And a pink bunny too!’ Penny squeaked excitedly, glancing up at Harry, giving the bunny a cuddle, ‘does she have a name?’

‘Not yet, I thought you'd like to name her.’ Harry brushed a strand of hair away from Penny's face, so she could see the book from where she sat, leaning against his body. Louis knew he was in serious danger of turning into a pile of goo as he watched the scene unfold. With Penny momentarily occupied, Louis took the chance to keep his family updated of what had happened, assuring them all that Penny was fine and should be home soon.

A familiar voice, followed by a stride only akin to a teacher, echoed down the corridor as Louis was replying to his sisters in the family group chat. ‘Excuse me! I'm his husband , let me thr- oh !’ Zayn appeared at the foot of Penny's bed, throwing back the curtain and looking perplexed as he looked between the group. 

A disgruntled nurse was close on his heels, looking exasperated as they threw up their arms and stormed off. Louis was well aware that a determined Zayn was a force to be reckoned with. ‘I came as soon as the news hit me that Penny Tomlinson had been sent off in an ambulance!’

‘Why do you think I didn't bother to call? I knew you'd probably hear before I did.’

‘Uncle Zayn! Look at my cool plaster!’ Penny beamed, holding up her arm to show Zayn her newest accessory. His expression softened considerably as he sat on the edge of her bed.

‘Wow Penny, how did you get yourself one of those ?’ Zayn chuckled fondly, pretending to admire her plaster cast. Louis could tell he was rapidly analysing the scene, needing to know for himself that his goddaughter was alright.

‘I felled off that silly adventure playground.’ She shook her head dramatically, making all three men snigger with amusement.

‘Husband, eh?’ Louis raised an eyebrow at Zayn, stepping forward and giving his best friend a hug. Louis was so grateful that he was surrounded by people who loved both him and his daughter.

‘How else was I going to get back here?’ Zayn shrugged, as if there was nothing else he could do. ‘But if I'd known Harry was here, I would've waited.’

Louis cocked a brow at the raven haired man. ‘Would you? Really ?’

‘No!’ Zayn tittered, shaking his head, not a hair shifting out of place. ‘Course not. She's my goddaughter , Lou.’

‘A husband and a boyfriend? You're a lucky man, Mr Tomlinson.’ Lettie smirked, checking Penny's vitals once more. ‘She should only have two visitors, but I'll let it slide this time.’

‘He's not my husband !’ Louis stuttered in protest, face growing hot as he flicked his gaze between Zayn and Harry. ‘He's really not! He has a boyfriend!’

‘There's no judgement here, darling.’ Lettie smiled gently, continuing the tease. ‘The doctor will be with you all soon, then you should be free to go,’ she finished with a wink, before leaving the group alone. 

‘Great, now I'm an adulterer.’ Louis sighed, sinking onto the end of Penny's bed. 

‘It's fine, I don't mind if you're already married,’ Harry joked with a giggle, nudging Louis playfully with his knee. The connection sent a buzz through his entire body.  

‘Hey, he was mine first, Curly!’ Zayn teased, poking his tongue out at Harry.

‘Oh, it's on!’ Harry's expression morphed into something competitive as he flexed his biceps, sending a bolt of arousal through Louis’ body.

Not the time, Tomlinson , Louis scolded himself.

Chapter Text

Seven .

‘Penelope Tomlinson?’ A soft voice called through the curtain, making Louis snap his gaze up from his daughter. A young doctor cautiously appeared around the curtain, brows furrowed in confusion at the small group of men around the bed, before his expression softened as his eyes landed on the little girl.

‘That's me!’ Penny piped up excitedly, pointing to her newly plastered left arm with a jab of her index finger. ‘Can I go home now? Please? ’ Harry and Louis stepped back from the bed simultaneously, giving the doctor some space as he made quick work of examining Penny's arm and checking her vitals for himself. As he watched the doctor work, Louis felt his heart hammer in his chest, desperately needing to hear that he could take his little girl home and away from the hospital.

‘Yes, you can.’ The doctor chuckled heartily with a fond smile, scribbling a few words on the top page of the large wad of notes he was holding. Louis blew out a breath, finally realising he had been holding in the inhale since the doctor came around the curtain. Harry placed a hand on Louis’ lower back, thumb stroking soft movements through the fabric of his jumper to calm him. ‘I just need to give your Daddy a few bits of helpful information and then you can leave. Does that sound good? I'm sure you've got lots of teddies at home who want to make sure you're OK!’

‘Yep!’ She giggled, eyes sparkling with mischief as she wriggled a little in the bed, making the sheets rustle under her bum. The move made Louis chuckle, also providing him with the reassurance that Penny wasn't too traumatised from the whole ordeal. ‘I don't like this bed very much!’ Louis spluttered out a laugh, as the doctor joined in with the laughter.

The doctor leaned closer to Penny, raising his hand to his mouth as though sharing a secret. ‘I don't blame you,’ he whispered, flashing Penny a dazzling smile before he straightened himself back upright. His eyes flicked between the three men at the beside, holding out a black biro pen. ‘So, which one of you is Mr Tomlinson? I have some paperwork to sign.’ Before Louis could say a word, Zayn went to reach for the pen.

‘That would be me ,’ Louis chuckled, shaking his head. He pushed down Zayn's outstretched arm before the teacher could do something ridiculous, like forge Louis’ signature. ‘He's her godfather,’ he added, nodding to Zayn before anyone else could suggest he was in some weird throuple scenario.

‘Just these two slips to be signed, Mr Tomlinson, then you are all free to go.’ As Louis scribbled his name, the doctor continued talking beside him. ‘If Penny feels uncomfortable, you can try some Calpol every four hours. If she's really unhappy, you can intersperse with some Neurofen. But don't forget, no more than three doses in twenty four hours.’

‘Sure thing, Doctor.’ Louis handed back the pen, his skin practically itching with the desire to leave the ward and be back in the comfort of his own home.

‘Right, you are good to go, little lady.’ The doctor chuckled as he slid the pen into the top pocket of his white coat. ‘Remember, you’ll need to keep a bag over your cast whenever you're in the bath, OK? You can secure it with a hair bobble to stop water getting in. I'm sure you have plenty of those at home.’ Louis confirmed with a nod, making the doctor chuckle once more.

Penny beamed, immediately scrambling out of the sheets and reaching for her bag. The speed of her movements made Louis wince; worried she was going to jolt her arm before they'd had a chance to leave the hospital. ‘I will! I have lots of hair bobbles.’

‘Perfect!’ The doctor nodded at Penny, before turning his attention back to Louis. ‘You'll receive a follow up appointment for six weeks time, and we'll take it from there.’ With a wink and a smile, the doctor turned on his heel and waved at Penny, before disappearing through the curtains.

‘Right, madam. Shall we get you home?’ Louis started to gather their things, squashing as much as he could back into Penny's school bag, before the realisation dawned that he didn't have his own car and therefore no car seat. He didn't think Zayn had a spare, either. ‘ Shit !’

Zayn and Harry paused mid movement at the hissed outburst, both snapping their heads round to face Louis. ‘What's wrong?’ Harry stepped to his side, his hand landing on Louis’ waist as green eyes clouded with confusion and concern.

Louis ran a hand through his hair, brain too scrambled to think straight. ‘I don't have a car seat for Pen. Fuck !’

‘Daddy!’ Penny frowned at him, doing her best to fold her arms across her chest in disapproval, struggling a little with the cast. She more than made up for the lack of movement with a stern expression; Tomlinson temper at its best.

‘I'll put a pound in the jar,’ Louis muttered petulantly, reaching for Penny's school jumper, or what was left of it. Realising there was no way she was going to fit her plastered arm into it, he held the material tightly in his grasp, pausing as he racked his mind, wondering what to do.

‘Here, you can wear this home. It's a little chilly outside at the minute.’ Harry shook off his cute green jumper, slipping it over her head and feeding her arms into the long sleeves.

‘It's far too big, silly!’ Penny giggled, flapping the arms of Harry’s jumper like a penguin. 

‘Is this OK?’ Harry asked, biting nervously on his bottom lip as he gestured at his jumper swamping Penny's small frame. She really did look adorable. 'I should've said something before I did it…’

‘Harry, it's fine. I promise. It's…it's actually very sweet of you.’ A fond smile broke out on Louis’ face as he spoke. His heart warmed at the small gesture, feeling that Harry had no idea of the implication of him being so kind and caring towards his daughter.

‘I look like a little green penguin, Daddy!’ Penny waved her arms around, nearly taking out Zayn with a rogue sleeve. 

Louis chuckled, patting the back of her head softly. He was full of admiration for her resiliance, not showing any signs of being traumatised by the whole ordeal. ‘You do, baby girl. We still need to figure out how to get you home, though.’

‘Oh, I might have a booster seat in my boot?’ Harry piped up, lips pursed as he pondered for a moment. ‘I look after my nephew sometimes, so there's a good chance it's still in there. I don't remember taking it out...’

‘Are you sure, otherwise I'll go and get Lou's car from his work?’ Zayn offered, even though Louis knew Zayn's car would be somewhere in the car park and the logistics could prove to be a pain. Despite the relatively short drive home, the last thing he needed was to get pulled over and fined for not having Penny strapped in properly. Or worse, damage her arm any further.

‘Yeah, I'm like 98% sure.’ Harry cocked his head to the side for a moment, before nodding. Louis relaxed a touch, knowing he could at least get Penny home safely. The next step was getting his own car back from the office, but that was a problem for Future Louis.

‘OK. I'll drop by after school tomorrow and check in, OK Pen?’ Zayn leaned over to give Penny a kiss on the forehead, before turning to Louis. His expression turned earnest as he curled a hand around Louis’ elbow. ‘If you need anything ; groceries, chocolate, magazines…’

‘Ooh, can I have chocolate? Please Uncle Zayn? One of the big bars?’ Penny called out, grinning widely with puppy dog eyes, making the three men chuckle in amusement.

‘I think we're good. I did a shop the other day. My car would be awesome, it's still at work though.’ Louis sighed in frustration, heart sinking at the thought of not easily having a car at his disposal. Harry was right though, there was no way he could've driven to the hospital; there would have been a second accident for them to navigate through.

‘No worries, Lou. Give me your spare keys; Li and I will go pick it up.’ Zayn held out his hand, as Louis separated his house keys and dropped the remainder of the bunch into Zayn's palm. 

Now, more than ever, Louis really was grateful for the love and support of his network.

‘Thanks, love. Liam knows the car park code, or he should.’ Zayn stepped forward, pressing a soft kiss to Louis’ cheek before spinning the keys round his index finger.

‘You're welcome, babe. Let me know when you get back home OK, please?’ Louis nodded in agreement before Zayn waved goodbye to the group.

‘Come on, trouble. Let's go home.’ Louis chuckled, helping Penny back into her school shoes. As soon as they got home, Louis was going to suggest they put on their comfiest clothes and just relax. More than anything, Louis needed his softest joggers, an oversized jumper and a Disney film; all teamed with as many sweet snacks as they could stomach.

Holding Penny's good hand, Louis led them both out of the hospital. He needed to be away from the overwhelming smell of disinfectant. Finally reaching fresh air, Louis made his way to where Harry's car was waiting in the car park. Louis’ eyes landed on Harry, who was already there; shoulders tensing as he rummaged around in the boot of his car. Louis bit back a smile as a loud squeak of surprise came from Harry, hands triumphantly brandishing the booster seat. It wasn't the type of one he was used to, but it would most definitely suffice until Louis got his own car back. His heart warmed at the fact that he barely knew Harry, yet the man had gone out of his way to do what he could for the two Tomlinson's. 

‘We're going in Harry’s car?’ Penny bounced excitedly, eyes wide. Louis giggled, tearing his eyes away from Harry to focus on his little girl.

‘Yes baby girl, Uncle Zayn is going to pick up Daddy's car as it’s still at the office.’ Settling Penny into the back seat, Louis slipped into the front, exhaling deeply before realising after a few moments that they hadn't moved out of the space.

‘What's up?’ Louis asked, glancing across to Harry, who was holding the steering wheel tightly.

‘I …erm. I don't actually know where you live, Lou.’ Harry admitted sheepishly, his lips folding into his mouth in a thin line.

‘44, Blossom Street!’ Penny sang from the backseat, giggling to herself.

‘Do you know your postcode, little Miss?’ Harry turned to face Penny, the seriousness in his tone making Louis want to laugh out loud. He hid his smile behind the back of his hand, turning facing the window.

‘What's a postcode?’ Penny frowned.

‘Just drive, Vin Diesel. I'll show you the way.’ Louis chuckled, shaking his head as he fought against the butterflies going nuts in his stomach. 

Louis had only known this guy for ten seconds, he had no place catching feelings this quickly, yet his heart didn't seem to have received the memo.

When they arrived at Louis’ home, Harry did everything he could to make sure Penny was comfortable. The first thing Harry did when they stepped inside Louis’ house, was help Penny pick something much softer to wear that wasn't her school uniform. The trust she already displayed in Harry made Louis choke up a little. Taking the opportunity to change his clothes, Louis slipped into a pair of his own joggers and a hoodie before flopping down on the sofa. In no mood to cook, Louis knew that dinner would be courtesy of UberEats .

‘Can we watch Frozen please, Daddy?’ Penny asked softly, as she appeared in the hallway in her favourite lilac Disney onesie. Louis’ eyes widened as he spotted that her hair was now brushed and tied up in a very neat Dutch braid. 

‘S-Sure!’ Louis stumbled over his words, eyes fixed on her hair. Rolling his lips into his mouth, he frowned slightly before asking, ‘who did your hair, baby?’

‘Harry!’ She gave Louis a little twirl, as the man himself appeared behind her. Louis cocked his head to the side, an unspoken query between them.

‘Oh! I used to have long hair when I was in my early 20s.’ He smiled sheepishly with his explanation, a cute pink blush tinting his cheeks. Louis immediately wanted to track down his personal Facebook profile, spurred on by his desire to see what Harry looked like with longer hair. Louis suspected he would look attractive with his hair in any style.

‘Thank you, Harry. For… for everything . You've been…absolutely amazing.’ Louis paused, knowing if he continued to speak, his voice would crack again; he couldn't risk snotting all over Harry's clothes twice in a day.

‘No need to thank me,’ Harry whispered softly, lips curling into a gentle smile. Glancing around to check that Penny was elsewhere, Harry stepped forward and kissed Louis quickly on the lips. The small gesture sent a flutter of butterflies through Louis. ‘Would you like a cup of tea? I can put the kettle on.’

‘Yes please!’ Louis sighed on an exhale; after all the time they'd spent at the hospital, he was gasping for a decent cuppa. ‘I'll order some dinner in a while.’

Harry nodded, flashing Louis a wide smile. ‘Ok, I'll sort it.’

‘Thanks, babe.’ The endearment slipped out in Louis’ fatigued state, before he could engage his brain. He didn't even have the balls to see Harry's reaction, instead joining Penny in the living room. 

Pulling a blanket over the pair of them, Louis pulled up Disney+ on the TV and closed his eyes with the intention of resting them for a few moments whilst Harry made him a cup of tea.

The smell of cooking roused Louis from his nap, uncurling his body from the sofa. Penny was sleeping beside him, head resting on a cushion. Blinking a few times, he noticed a cup of tea on the coffee table but wrapping his hand around the cup and feeling how cool it was, he knew he'd been asleep for a while.

Getting to his feet and stretching out, he realised the credits of Frozen were just playing out on the TV. From the kitchen came an unfamiliar voice softly singing Let It Go , forming a lump in the back of his throat; Harry was still there. Louis wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve this man, but he was eternally grateful. 

‘Oh, you're awake!’ Harry chuckled, tucking a curl behind his ear as he noticed Louis standing in the doorway. ‘I know you mentioned ordering in, but I thought I'd make myself useful and cook you both something homemade after that rubbish in the hospital.’

‘You didn't have to do that.’ Louis’ voice was thick with emotion, watching as Harry moved around his kitchen with ease. It pulled on a place deep in his heart that he had long hidden away; a place where Louis had someone to come home to each night. To share meals with and enjoy each other's company, to not feel lonely anymore.

‘I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to.’ Harry shrugged one shoulder, as Malcolm trotted up to him, nudging Louis’ thigh with his wet nose. Louis tickled the pup behind the ear, enjoying the excited yaps from the labradoodle.

‘Hey bud. I suppose I should take you out, get some air. Let me just get my shoes…’ As Louis went to turn and grab his shoes, Harry reached out, fingers gently clasping around his wrist to pull him back.

‘It's ok, we already went for a run, didn't we Big M!’ Harry fussed, kneeling down and ruffling the dog's fur. Malcolm panted happily, eyes like saucers as he gave Harry's cheek a lick. ‘Hmm, thank you for that nice sloppy kiss! I think?’

‘He's a lover, not a fighter. Or that good at retrieving for that matter. I can't believe you took my dog out for a walk.’ Louis scratched the back of his neck, head cocked to the side as he watched Harry fuss over the labradoodle. Who was, of course, soaking up all the attention like a puppy.

‘He was fussing and you were asleep. I didn't mind, it was quite nice to get some fresh air.’ Harry shrugged, as if it was nothing, yet to Louis, it was everything . ‘Found some spare keys in the kitchen drawer, so let myself out and back in.’ 

‘ Harry…’ Louis’ chest tightened with emotion, eyes pricking with tears again. This man was truly an angel sent from heaven. Louis had always believed that the universe had a plan, and that plan was clearly to send a beautiful Adonis with a heart of gold, catapulting into his life when he needed it most.

‘Did I overstep? I did, didn't I? My God, I'm so sorry. I get involved really easily and I don't always understand boundaries, and -’ Louis cut Harry off with a kiss, smiling into it as Harry moved his hands so he could gently hold onto Louis’ hips.

‘Not at all!’ Louis rested his forehead against Harry’s, unable to resist another peck before giving Harry some space. ‘I can't even begin to say how grateful I am to you, for everything you've done for us today.’ 

Louis glanced over Harry's shoulder to the saucepan of food bubbling away on the hob. From where he was standing, it smelt delicious, making his stomach rumble loudly. ‘I hope you made enough for three?’ Louis ran his index finger down Harry's chest.

‘I think I've made enough for six.’ Harry giggled, capturing Louis’ index finger, wrapping his fingers around Louis' digit. He suddenly went stiff as he realised what Louis had asked. ‘Wait, you want me to stay? I mean, it’s nothing special, only spaghetti bolognese; me and big M stopped by Tesco on our walk back here.’

‘Of course. I'm sure Penny would love it too.’ Louis pecked Harry's lips once more, amazed at how comfortable he already felt around the photographer. Louis had never acted like this in any of his past relationships. Not that Harry was his boyfriend, but he felt for sure it was going in that direction. ‘And Big M?’

‘Yeah, like a Big Mac.’ Harry sniggered, as Malcolm barked from across the kitchen.

‘You're weird. But I kinda like it.’ Louis giggled, stepping into Harry's personal space, pressing their chests together as he reached up to get the plates.

‘Only kinda?’ Harry teased, hands skimming Louis’ sides. He prayed that Penny was still sleeping, not able to catch them in such a compromising position. 

‘Maybe a little bit more than kinda.’ Louis shrugged, easily accepting another sweet kiss from Harry's lips. Harry's touches were addictive and Louis knew he didn't want to even think about a cure.

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Eight .

‘Just hold still, nearly there…’ Louis murmured softly, trying his best to keep the pink mermaid towel wrapped around a damp Penny, as he fought with the plastic bag tied around her wrist. It wasn't his smartest move, giving her a bath just hours after leaving the hospital, but he wanted to rid them both of the feeling of hospital grime.

‘Daddy! It's so annoying !’ Penny frowned, holding her arm out as Louis peeled off the plastic covering around her plaster cast.

After their delicious dinner, and lots of reassurance on Louis’ part, Harry had reluctantly gone home which left Louis to do the bedtime routine alone. Already, Louis was missing Harry's presence; something which he knew he would have to pick apart when he was by himself.

‘I know, Pen-Pen, but it's only temporary. Remember?’ He sighed, wishing he could take the broken arm himself. Every parent would take away their children's hurt and anguish if they could. Seeing Penny like this was already breaking Louis’ heart.

‘Tempee-ary?’ Penny tried to repeat, her stumble making Louis smile fondly. He wrapped his arms around her, cacooning her in the fluffy pink towel. His heart was so full of love for his daughter, he feared that one day it would burst.

Louis pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, lips curled into a smile. ‘ Temporary , baby girl. It’s only for six weeks, hopefully.’ He silently prayed to any higher being that the cast could be removed in six weeks and not a minute longer.

‘Ok, Daddy.’ Her face scrunched up into a serious expression, as Louis finally removed the bag from her arm, leaving the plastic by the sink to dry off. Penny made a snuffling noise, the kind that made Louis fear what was coming; either a major tantrum or a flood of tears.

Louis spun round to see a defeated expression on her face. His heart sank to his stomach as he scooped Penny up in his arms and carried her to her bedroom. ‘What's wrong, Pen-Pen?’ 

‘I'm sorry I hurted myself at school.’ Her eyebrows knitted together, as Louis settled her on the bed to help her into her pyjamas. His heart twisted at the sad expression on her face, her gaze on the floor as her lips formed a thin line.

‘Why are you sorry, baby girl? It was an accident, that's all.’ There were so many complex emotions radiating from his daughter, Louis didn't know where to begin.

‘But you always say be careful, and I wasn't careful. Otherwise I wouldn't have slipped.’ As tears bubbled in her eyes, Louis’ heart ached further in his chest. Tossing the damp towel out into the hallway to collect later, Louis sat down beside Penny, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close.

‘Sometimes these things happen, that's why they're called accidents, baby girl. I'm not sad, Pen-Pen, I'm just glad you're OK.’ He meant every word, even though inside he was filled with pain and sadness.

‘I made you sad. I don't ever want to make you sad.’ Desperately needing a change of pace, Louis cuddled up with his daughter, slowly teasing his fingers through her hair.

‘Did I ever tell you the time when I fell off my skateboard?’

Louis was met by a baffled expression, followed by a burst of laughter. ‘You had a skateboard ? But, you're old!’

‘Hey, I wasn't born at 32, cheeky madam.’ The onslaught of giggles which erupted from Penny instantly repaired the pain in his heart. It was great to hear her laughing again. ‘But I was at the park with Auntie Lottie, and Nanny said to me not to skate too fast. I didn't listen, I was too busy trying to show off to some other kids from school. I pushed myself too hard and I fell off.’

‘Did you break your arm too, Daddy?’

‘No, but I did get this,’ Louis lifted the leg of his joggers to reveal a scar just below his knee. He could remember the pain when his leg caught the concrete as though it had happened the day previously. ‘I had twelve stitches that day.’

‘Wow!’ She poked at the scar, making Louis chuckle.

‘But it was an accident, Pen-Pen. Accidents happen and there's nothing we can do to stop it. It's why we have special doctors, to patch us up!’ Slowly, Penny’s face morphed into a more serious expression. Louis held his breath, anticipating a big question from his little girl.

‘Ok... Erm, Daddy?’ Her little fingers reached for her Elsa doll, pulling her close to her chest.

‘Yes, Pen-Pen?’ His voice was barely a whisper, eagerly wanting to hear her question. As a parent, it was second nature to field roughly six hundred questions an hour, but his instinct was that Penny was about to ask something big.

‘Is Harry going to be your boyfriend?’ As she looked up into his eyes, there was a sparkle of hope that he'd never seen before. His stomach tensed, knowing that he had always wanted to give Penny a family. He had always been torn between hoping he could be everything she needed and knowing Penny deserved the best family unit he could provide; maybe Harry could be a part of that.

Taking a deep breath, Louis paused to try and find the right words. ‘It's early days Penny. But do you think that would be OK? If Harry spent more time with us?’

‘Yeah, Daddy.’ Penny nodded slowly, a loud yawn tumbling from her lips. ‘Harry's nice. He bringed me a Gabby's Dollhouse magazine! I like Harry.’

‘Ok baby girl, Harry can stay.’ Louis smiled as Penny rested her head on his stomach, her breathing slowly evening out as she fell asleep. After the exhausting day they'd endured, Louis had just enough energy left to shoot Harry and Zayn a message to say he was turning in, before he crawled under his own duvet and passed out.

*

Good Morning. How did Penny sleep? How did you sleep? Do you guys have any breakfast food in? Xx

After a restless night, Louis woke to find a message already waiting for him on his phone. Just seeing Harry's name lighting up his phone screen brought out a smile that almost hurt his cheeks; knowing that Harry was thinking about him filled Louis’ heart with warmth.

Morning H! Cereal and milk is as exotic as it gets in the Tomlinson household! Xx

Can I bring you guys something nice for breakfast? How did you both sleep? Xx

Louis felt a bit guilty for missing out Harry's questions, twisting his body in the duvet so he could type better.

Sorry, I'm still in bed. Checked on Penny a few times during the night though. She stirred once but went back off after a cuddle. You did so much for us yesterday, you don't need to bring breakfast xx

‘Daddy?’ Penny's voice called out behind his bedroom door, sounding quiet and unsure. Locking his phone, Louis tossed it on the bed beside him.

‘I'm awake, Pen-Pen. You can come in.’ The door slowly opened, as Louis hurriedly pushed back the covers, about to clamber out of bed when Penny appeared behind the door.

‘My arm is ouchie, Daddy.’ Penny frowned, approaching the bed clutching her beloved Elsa doll in her hand.

‘Ok baby, do you want to come into my bed? I'll get you some Calpol.’ Penny nodded, shuffling closer to the unoccupied side of his bed. As she climbed in, Louis rushed to the kitchen, grabbing a spoon and the pain relief before making his way back to his room. Malcolm trotted in beside him, climbing up on the bed and softly resting his nose on Penny's leg. They always had a bond which warmed Louis’ heart, and dogs were very intuitive when their owners needed more love and care.

Louis expertly poured the right dose onto the spoon, before handing it to Penny.

‘Mmm, tasty!’ Penny giggled, waiting for her second spoonful. Louis hated that Penny was in pain, but she seemed to take it all in her stride. ‘So, no school today Daddy?’

‘No, no school today baby girl. I need to speak to your teachers today, get you some school work for next week.’ Penny cheered excitedly, making Louis roll his eyes.

Her eyes went wide with excitement. ‘Can we do fun things this week?’

Penny curled into his side, as Louis wrapped his arms around her. ‘We might have to pop to Daddy's work to sort a few things, but I'm sure you won't mind.’

‘Will Liam show me some more secret things?’ Louis chuckled, remembering when he last took Penny to work when Liam’s team were finishing up Frozen 2 and she was allowed a sneak peak, under the guise that she didn't tell her friends. Feeling very important to be trusted with the secret, Penny stuck to her word and didn't tell a soul, except Malcolm; she argued that labradoodles were also good at keeping secrets.

‘Maybe, Pen-Pen, we'll see.’ The sound of a soft knock on the front door pulled a puzzled look from both of them before Louis dragged himself back out of bed and padded to the front door. 

‘Harry?’ Louis gasped as he opened the door, heart skipping a beat as he saw the younger man on his doorstep, a sheepish look on his face. ‘Oh shit , I forgot to reply to you.’

‘It’s OK, honestly. I just wanted to drop this off,’ Harry held out a brown paper bag, with the design of a local bakery on the front. Louis' stomach rumbled as he took the bag from Harry, suddenly feeling embarrassed as he remembered that he was dressed in sleep joggers and a slightly old, stained t-shirt. ‘I’m sorry for showing up unannounced…’

‘Harry?’ Penny appeared behind Louis, Malcolm at her side. ‘You come for breakfast?’ There was a hopeful look on her face and Louis didn't have a problem with the idea at all. It should alarm him, just how much he was beginning to rely on Harry, but he just wanted to bask in the happiness he felt around the photographer.

‘I just dropped some treats off for you and Daddy, Penny.’ Harry smiled, pushing his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie. Louis loved how gentle he was, so unassuming and not pushing himself into their lives without permission.

‘You're not staying?’ Louis asked, clutching on to the paper bag, starting to fear that he had screwed up making Harry feel welcome.

‘I wasn't sure…’ Harry mumbled, his words fading as his eyes flicked between Penny and Louis.

‘I thought it was a given?’ Louis flashed Harry a smile, stepping back to let Harry into the house. ‘Come on, I'll put the kettle on.’

‘Me and Malcolm will show you where we eat our breaky-fast!’ Penny nudged the dog with her hip, disappearing back down the hallway with Malcolm on her tail.

‘Breaky-fast?’ Harry grinned with a giggle, toeing off his Vans. Seeing their shoes lined up next to one another, Louis realised he loved seeing Harry's pristeen shoes beside his own.

‘Her favourite time of day.’ Louis winked, leading Harry to their kitchen. Penny was already pouring some biscuits into Malcolm's bowl, half of it overflowing onto the kitchen floor as the dog helplessly looked on. ‘Penny!’ Thrusting the paper bag back to Harry, Louis scooped the box from his daughter's grasp before their entire kitchen floor was covered in biscuits, ‘that's plenty!’

‘But Malcolm said he was hungry!’ She protested, as Malcolm happily indulged in the huge mound of food waiting on the floor. 

‘Why don't you go and sit at the table? I'll get you some princess juice and plate up the food?’

‘Ok, Daddy.’ Louis tried his best to pick up some of the biscuits, but Malcolm had already begun his assault, eating up as many biscuits as possible before Louis could stop him. Admitting defeat, Louis left the dog to indulge as he poured three glasses of juice.

‘What's in the bag, Harry?’ Louis called over his shoulder as he reached for the plates. 

‘I got pancakes, but they might need reheating.’

‘That's OK, I’m sure they're still super yummy!’ Louis’ heart soared at his daughter's manners. He'd always taught her to be grateful when people bring you gifts, even if you are not truly happy with what they are.

‘How's your arm, Penny?’ Harry's eyes flitted down to the pink cast, as Penny showed him a doodle of a smiley face with crosses for eyes that Louis had drawn at her insistence. 

‘It was ouchie, but then Daddy gave me med-sin and it's all better!’ 

‘That's good news! It'll be better in no time.’ Harry smiled gently, the three of them settling into a comfortable silence as they ate the pancakes that Harry had kindly bought.

Louis soaked in the atmosphere between the three of them, letting himself believe for the first time ever that the family he'd dreamed of could finally happen. He had spent so long denying himself of happiness, concentrating on Penny, that he hadn't realised what an impact it had on his heart.

He had no idea what lie ahead, with Harry or anyone else, but he knew he was on the cusp of something special; he just hoped that Harry felt the same. Glancing over at Harry, Louis watched as the curly haired man bit a piece of pancake off his fork, eating it tongue first. It was the most endearing thing ever, and as Harry looked up from his pancakes with sparkling eyes, Louis threw a silent prayer to any deity above that he could keep Harry.

Once breakfast was over, Penny was already asking to watch the television. Harry offered to gather the soft pillows and blankets around Penny, so she was as comfortable as possible. 

‘She's settled in front of the TV.’ Harry chuckled, rejoining Louis in the kitchen as he finished loading the dishwasher. 

‘It's Frozen , she'll happily sit there for hours.’ Louis rolled his eyes with a laugh, sliding the plates into the rack and shutting the dishwasher door. 

‘Listen,’ Harry started, shifting his weight from foot to foot. ‘I came here with another purpose too.’ The kitchen suddenly fell very silent, with just the sound of Louis’ rapid heartbeat filling the room. He began to panic that Harry didn't want anything to do with him anymore, that getting involved with a single parent was too much to bare.

‘O-oh?’ Louis stammered nervously.

‘I was, erm…wondering if I could take you out on a date? A proper one? I don't know when, if you have to arrange babysitters and stuff…’ he trailed off, his boyish expression making Harry look soft and vulnerable. Louis' heart squeezed in fond as Harry blinked at him, dark lashes emphasising those bright green eyes. 

‘Harry…I'd love to. Liam and Zayn are always happy to babysit, I just rarely take them up on it.’ Louis chuckled honestly, grasping Harry’s biceps with both hands and squeezing softly.

‘Oh, OK. That's good, then. A date it is.’ Harry beamed, as Louis pushed up on the balls of his feet to kiss him. He wasn't quite sure where the impulse to kiss Harry without thinking came from, but it was safe to say that he was already treating Harry like a boyfriend; there was a magnetism there that Louis couldn't fight.

‘Where are you going to take me?’ Louis asked cheekily, already excited at the thought of going on a date with Harry. He made a mental note to message Zayn as soon as Harry had left, to check that he could even watch Penny.

‘Depends, do you like surprises?’ 

No, Louis decidedly did not like surprises. 

It was something that annoyed his ex partners, he had come to learn. One had even told him that he was a control freak. It wasn't that Louis didn't like being in control, it was just that he didn't like disappointing people when the surprises were not to his taste.

‘Not so much. I put that down to being a parent.’ Louis chuckled, hiding his true feelings behind denial.

‘Dinner? Theatre? Cinema?’

‘I'd be happy with a nice dinner. I'll let you pick the place.’ Louis figured that the two shared good taste in food, so leaving Harry to pick the restaurant was the extent of Louis’ ability to allow for surprises.

‘Such a gentleman.’ Harry smirked.

‘Oh darling, you have no idea,’ Louis drawled, watching as a blush crept up Harry's neck. The cute squeak that came from Harry at Louis’ words, made him beam widely with fondness.

Harry cleared his throat, a smile creeping over his face. ‘Friday?’ 

‘I'll message Zayn now and let you know.’ Reaching for his phone, Louis hurriedly tapped out a message to Zayn, already excited to finally experience some alone time with Harry. 

So, if Harry had asked me out on a date this Friday, how likely are you to be able to watch Penny? Xx

Holy fucking shit! Yay, one of you finally grew a pair! Of course we'll watch Pen, take the whole night if you want to get some 😉 xx

Louis rolled his eyes, chuckling to his phone as Harry looked on in amusement.

A chuckle burst threw Harry’s lips. ‘Everything ok?’

Louis nodded, holding his phone up to emphasise his point. ‘Yeah, just Zayn being a knob is all.’

It's a first date, Z xx

Yeah but it's been a few years since you last got laid, no? Xx

Well, he definitely didn't need his best friend to point that out. 

Not the point. I don't put out that quick xx

But it's Harry xx

Determined not to let Zayn think he was right, Louis decided to ignore his last message, unable to hide the smile on his face.

‘Zayn's in,’ Louis managed to get out, coughing as his dry throat overpowered him.

‘Good, I'm glad.’ The smile that lit up Harry's face was the most beautiful thing that Louis had ever seen. ‘I'm going to woo you, so bad…’ Louis blushed at that, wondering whether to be honest with Harry about his fears or keep them to himself. 

Opting not to scare Harry away just yet, Louis swallowed back the insecurities that were clawing at his throat, deciding it was best to be in denial for now.

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Nine .

Snapping the clasp on his watch, Louis patted down the pockets of his trousers for the fifth time, checking he had his phone and his wallet. The thought of his imminent date with Harry was setting off all kinds of nervous butterflies in his stomach. Trying his best to tamper down the smile that was involuntarily curling at his lips, he straightened out the front of his shirt, hoping that Harry appreciated his efforts.

Taking a deep breath, Louis adjusted the front of his hair before making his way into the living room, where Penny was curled up on the sofa with her dolls. He was delighted by the sound of her high pitched giggle as he approached her from behind and ruffled her hair affectionately.

Blue eyes narrowed at him, eyebrows knitted into a frown. ‘ Daddy !’

‘Sorry Pen-Pen,’ Louis chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. ‘So, Uncle Zayn and Uncle Liam will put you to bed, ok? I'll be home after you're asleep.’

Penny nodded, a glint in her eyes which Louis knew could only spell trouble for his closest friends. ‘Ok, Daddy. Can I stay up late to watch TV?’

‘For a little while, but when either of them says bedtime, it means bedtime, okay?’

‘Ok, Daddy.’ There was a wicked smirk on her face which told Louis that she was not going to listen to a word and would probably wrap Zayn and Liam around her little finger to stay up super late. The doorbell rang through the house, making Penny bounce excitedly to her feet. 

Considering how much he was looking 

forward to his date, there was a danger of Louis running to the door himself. Gathering himself, Louis approached the door cautiously, taken by surprise to see Liam, Zayn and Harry all standing on the front step.

Penny appeared beside him in an instant, squealing excitedly at the group. ‘Uncle Zayn! Uncle Liam! You brought Harry to play too?’ Louis bit back a smirk, catching Harry’s eye over Zayn's shoulder. He was pleased to see that Harry looked equally amused by the scene.

‘Not exactly, kiddo.’ Liam chuckled, scooping her up in his arms and moving the group away from the doorway.

‘I just arrived at the exact same time,’ Harry mumbled sheepishly, his eyes fixed on Louis as he stepped over the threshold. Harry’s eyes widened as he took in Louis’ tight jeans and short sleeved shirt, clearly fighting back an appreciative smile. 

‘Hey, love.’ Louis felt the butterflies starting to spread their wings in his stomach. Harry looked amazing in a yellow buttoned down that was left undone, with a white vest underneath. He'd paired the ensemble with white, straight legged jeans and a string of pearls around his neck. ‘You look…’ he cleared his throat to tamper down the squeak in his voice, ‘you look lovely.’

‘So do you.’ Harry beamed in response, pulling his hand out from behind his back and holding out a small bouquet of sunflowers, held together with a small piece of yellow ribbon. ‘The bunch came with just an elastic band around them, so I added the ribbon - I hope that's ok?’ Louis loved the little thoughtful touches that Harry added to everything he did. 

‘They're beautiful.’ Louis felt his cheeks ache with the wide smile on his face, clutching the flowers to his chest.

‘I'll put them in water for you,’ Zayn interrupted, scooping the flowers out of Louis’ grip and pushing him gently towards the door. ‘Now, get going otherwise you'll be late.’ With a quick goodbye to Penny and Liam, Louis let himself be led out of the door to Harry's awaiting car.

*

The restaurant Harry had picked for their date turned out to be a very quaint, family-run Italian restaurant that was a short drive away from the house. Stepping through the door was a wonderful assault on the senses; beautiful smells and a warm greeting that made Louis feel like he was surrounded by family.

Guided to a table at the edge of the restaurant, Louis was secretly pleased that Harry let him take the seat which gave him a wide view of the floor. ‘This is a lovely place, how did you know about it?’

Harry beamed, shifting in his seat a little as a pink blush crept up his neck. ‘Actually, my sister told me about it. She came here the last time she was here to visit.’

Excited to have a glimpse into Harry's life away from the camera, Louis felt a crackle of desire to learn more about the beautiful photographer. ‘She's not local?’

Harry chuckled, his hand reaching out and covering Louis’, where it rested on the table. His hand was soft, warm and very much welcome. The soft ministrations of Harry’s thumb against his own was making him feel hot under the collar. ‘No, she's back in Holmes Chapel.’

‘Where you're from?’

Harry nodded, a warm glint in his eye that Louis knew would only appear whenever Harry spoke about his family. ‘Yes, my mum and sister still live up there.’

Louis felt his body tingle at the fact that Harry didn't move his hand one inch as the waiter appeared to take their drinks order. Once they were alone again, Louis was determined to learn more about his companion. ‘Do you get to see them much?’

‘Not as often as I like, but I see them fairly regularly. Maybe once a month? But we talk on the phone all the time. What about you? Are you and your family close?’

‘Yeah, me and my older sisters speak all the time. My oldest sister, Lottie, started a group chat on WhatsApp.’ Louis rolled his eyes as Harry sniggered in amusement. ‘Now, I get hourly updates about the latest lip gloss or whatever they are fascinated by at that moment. I bet you there are at least 10 unread notifications on my phone right now.’

‘I want to see!’ Harry giggled, flashing a toothy grin as Louis reached into his pocket, tapping the screen to light up his notifications.

‘Oh, there we go! Twenty one. That must be a record!’ Turning his phone to face Harry, Louis enjoyed the satisfied giggle that burst from the photographer’s lips, a rush of fond blooming in his heart at the man who had captivated him from the moment they met.

The food was as delicious as it looked, full of flavour and a finish which could only be achieved by a chef who loved their job and was incredibly passionate about food. Louis knew that this would be somewhere he could visit again and again; hopefully with Harry. 

As their desserts arrived, Louis took one bite of his tiramisu, almost moaning out loud at how good it tasted. Coffee burst on his tongue, immediately soothed by cream and chocolate.

‘Are you ok? You're not being yourself,’ Harry piped up, the brevity of Harry’s question making Louis almost drop his fork in shock. He was right though, Louis had felt off kilter during their dinner, as though something was holding him back.

Louis dipped his head, suddenly feeling embarrassed. ‘I'm… I’m sorry.’

Harry smiled softly, his expression full of warmth and kindness. ‘There's no need to apologise, I'd just like to know what's bothering you?’ Louis felt Harry lock both of his feet around Louis’ ankle, the gesture making him feel grounded and supported unlike anything before.

Time to be honest, Louis mused, chewing on his bottom lip.

‘It's just… it's been so long since I was in a relationship, and I think that's where this could be heading. But, there's not just me to think about. There's Penny too, and she seems quite attached to you already. I can't be selfish, not like I used to be.’

‘Lou…’ Harry sighed softly, reaching out and squeezing Louis’ hand on top of the table. Louis could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The fear of Harry walking away from him was very real, making his blood turn cold.

Unable to trust his voice from breaking, Louis opted to mutter in reply. ‘Mmm?’

‘What part of the last three weeks gives you any indication that I'm anywhere other than where I should be?’ Louis’ heart leapt into his throat as he blinked at Harry, both scared of hoping that this was his future and nervous that he'd heard Harry incorrectly.

‘I-I don't understand,’ Louis stammered.

Harry exhaled softly. ‘Spending time with you, and Penny for that matter, is like a dream come true for me.’ Louis felt his breath catch in his throat, in shock that something so heartfelt and heavy could come from Harry, this soon in their relationship. 

His daughter was his entire world and he knew that there was no way that he could afford for someone to disappear from her life almost as soon as they'd entered it. He would take all the heartache if it meant he could spare her any pain.

Louis felt a lump rise in his throat. ‘R-Really?’

‘Yes, really .’ Harry broke out into a bashful smile, as though he was pouring his heart into his words. ‘Your daughter is incredible; so smart, funny and quite simply adorable. And then there's you .’ Harry squeezed his hand again, the contact sending a buzz of adrenaline crackling through his whole arm.

‘Me?’ A warm sensation flooded through Louis as he watched the younger man chew on his bottom lip thoughtfully, before he continued talking. 

‘You . The gorgeous, intelligent, hilariously funny Louis Tomlinson. Who, quite frankly, I have a hard time keeping my hands to myself around because I just want to devour him.’ Louis couldn't help the bashful giggle that tumbled from his lips. Harry was the most handsome man he'd ever seen. Louis himself was struggling with keeping himself in check, especially around Penny.

‘You do?’ His usual air of confidence had been replaced with a wave of self doubt. 

‘Not just that. I could listen to him talk for hours, about everything and anything.’ Harry scooted his chair closer to Louis’ side, thighs touching under the table, ‘because he's so insightful and makes me see the world in beautiful technicolour, not just black and white anymore.’

‘Nobody has ever said anything like that to me before.’ Louis sniffed, feeling tears building at the back of his eyes. Being vulnerable had never felt so freeing before.

Another squeeze from Harry made Louis’ heart flutter. ‘Because you've never met anyone who deserved you before.’

‘And … you do?’ Louis asked carefully, his voice barely a whisper. If Harry said no, he feared his heart might shatter into a million pieces in the middle of the restaurant.

‘Yeah. I'd like to think so.’ Louis giggled wetly at Harry’s reply, suddenly feeling embarrassed for getting emotional in a public place. That was until Harry leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. ‘You can be the judge of that, though. But, in all seriousness, I've never felt like this before, Louis, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let anything get in the way of finding out what we can be.’

‘Even with Penny?’

‘Penny isn't an obstacle, Louis. She's a bright light in this otherwise grey world. All because of you.’ If Louis’ heart could grow any bigger, it would have exploded in his chest.

‘Take me home.’ Louis’ voice came out husky as he stared at the younger man, feeling his whole body start to tingle with need. A need to feel this man; to touch every single part of him.

Harry blinked rapidly, pupils already beginning to dilate. ‘Are you…Are you sure ?’

‘Very sure. Never been more sure,’ Louis rambled, nodding avidly as Harry smirked back at him, finally on the same wavelength as Louis.

‘I'll get the bill.’ Harry raised his hand in an instant, eyes darting about to find a member of the waiting staff, as Louis bit back the desire to climb into Harry's lap right there in the middle of the restaurant. Now he'd allowed himself to have Harry, nothing was going to stop Louis. Grabbing his phone from his pocket, he rapidly typed a message to Zayn, praying he would get a positive reply.

Gonna be a bit late, hope that's OK? Xx

Yes!!! Go get your D, Lou! 💦🍆 xx

You're disgusting, but thank you xx

Don't forget to use protection! Xx

As Louis looked up from his phone with a blush on his cheeks, he saw Harry putting his wallet back into his bag, grabbing at the bill before Louis could see it.

‘Harry! I wanted to -’

‘I know.’ The photographer smiled sweetly. ‘You can treat me the next time. Shall we?’ Harry got to his feet, holding out a hand to Louis. With optimism bubbling in his chest and body thrumming with desire, Louis slipped his hand inside Harry's and followed him out of the door.

*

‘Fuck, come on!’ Harry hissed as Louis plastered himself to his date's back, watching as he jabbed the key at the lock on the front door. Louis knew he was offering no help at all, lips firmly attached to the skin of Harry’s neck. ‘Lou…’ Harry whined, celebrating as the key engaged and the door flew open. The pair stumbled into the hall, giggles filling the space as they kicked off their shoes and jackets.

‘C'mere,’ Harry whispered huskily, wrapping his fingers around Louis’ wrist and pulling him into his body. Louis’ skin felt on fire where Harry was touching him, all the cells buzzing with the chemistry between them. 

‘You're so beautiful,’ Louis mumbled between kisses, feeling Harry guide him further into the room. With excitement buzzing though him, he was struggling to keep his eyes open with Harry’s hands grasping at his body like they were.

Before he knew it, Louis had been pulled down on the sofa, thighs bracketing Harry's as he landed in the photographer’s lap. Harry grasped at Louis’ thighs, pulling him tighter as an involuntary moan tumbled from his lips, breaking the kiss.

‘ Fuck ,’ Louis panted, resting his forehead against Harry’s, taking in the sight of his swollen lips and flushed cheeks; he looked stunning. 

‘Can we?’ Came the husky response, Harry's voice deep with arousal, pupils dilated and almost eclipsing the green. As Harry tightened his grip on his thighs, Louis felt his stomach curl in that delicious way, body tantalisingly close to reacting like a teenager unless he did something sharpish. Seeing Louis’ face, Harry paused immediately, expression flashing with fear, ‘Lou, are you OK?’ Harry whispered softly, thumbs gently stroking at Louis’ sides.

‘Yeah, I just… I just need to nip to the loo.’ He felt guilty as soon as the words tumbled out, yet he knew he needed to take a minute to get his head back together.

‘Oh, OK. It's erm, just over there,’ Harry nodded, his expression shifting to confusion as Louis hurriedly scrambled off Harry’s lap, striding off as fast as he could manage. He just needed a breather, to calm himself a little. Stepping into the small bathroom, he quickly pulled out his phone, jabbing at Zayn's contact with a shaky hand.

‘Lou?’ Zayn sounded confused as he answered on the second ring.

‘I don't know what I'm doing, Z!’ Louis whined down the phone, trying his best to keep his voice quiet so that Harry didn't hear him.

‘You're calling me? When you should be under Harry? Or over him if you are that way inclined…’ Zayn began to ramble, sending Louis’ brain off into a tailspin.

‘ Z !’ Louis was beginning to wonder why he'd called his best friend, thinking that he should've just endured this mild sense of panic on his own.

‘I’m sorry, Lou.’ Zayn giggled, clearing his throat before he spoke again, ‘so why are you calling me?’

‘Sex,’ Louis muttered lowly, shuffling from foot to foot.

‘Right, that would involve you hanging up the phone and going to get some…’

‘Z! I basically nearly just came in my pants like a teenager. This isn't good!’ As soon as the words were out, Louis realised how pathetic he sounded. Thirty years old and worrying about cumming too fast in front of a ridiculously hot man.

‘On the contrary, I think it would be very good!’ Zayn teased, and Louis could picture the wiggle of his eyebrows down the phone.

‘You're not fucking helping! ’ Louis hissed, gasping at the volume of his own voice. There was no way that Harry hadn't heard his little outburst. He probably thought that Louis was in there talking to himself. Or worse, talking to his dick.

‘Sorry, I'm sorry,’ Zayn relented, his tone significantly softening, ‘so sex, yes?’

‘Yes. I want to have sex with Harry,’ Louis muttered, glancing at his appearance in the mirror above the sink. His hair was a little messed up from where Harry had run his fingers through it, cheeks slightly flushed with arousal and pupils still dilated. 

‘Well, that much I gathered…’

‘But what if I'm bad at it?’ Louis blurted into the receiver, blushing even further. He hadn't been this embarrassed talking to Zayn since the day one of his sisters caught him with his first boyfriend when he still lived at home; he carried that shame for months.

‘Lou, it's sex . The mechanics of it haven't changed, not that I'm aware of anyway.’

‘Yeah, but -’

‘ Lou , you're under no obligation to sleep with Harry because you're there with him. You know that, right?’ Zayn's brutally honest words hit Louis heavily in the chest. He knew his friend was right, but Louis wanted to sleep with Harry. He was bloody gorgeous and if his kisses were anything to go by, he was going to rock Louis’ world between the sheets.

‘I know. I just… I'm so rusty and Harry is so bloody fit. What if I mess up?’ He blurted, wanting to smack himself in the face for acting like a seventeen year old virgin. Louis had slept with two men since his ex left, neither of which made him feel this nervous. 

‘I thought the goal was to make a mess?’ Zayn teased gently, the joke making Louis chuckle and slowly ease the tension between his shoulders.

‘Z!’ Louis scolded, hoping that Harry couldn't hear his giggles through the bathroom door. He was running out of time before Harry assumed he had bolted or helped himself to the hot water.

‘Right,’ Zayn adopted his teacher voice, which always unnerved Louis. ‘I'm going to give you a piece of advice that'll change your life.’

‘Go on…’ Louis pinched the bridge of his nose, clamping his eyes shut as he waited for Zayn's next words.

‘Talk. Communicate . Take it slow . Ask what he likes, say what you like. You'll be surprised what a little talking can do.’ It seemed so simple, yet in the heat of the moment, Louis hadn't thought of it himself. 

‘Ok.’ Before he could mentally scold himself, a gentle tap on the door made Louis jump. 

‘Lou? Are you OK? You’ve been in there a while,’ Harry's voice filtered through the door, the anxious tone making Louis’ heart clench in his chest.

‘I've gotta go,’ Louis hissed, ending the call and hurriedly shoving his phone back into his pocket. Slowly, he opened the bathroom door, finding a very nervous looking Harry on the other side. Guilt twinged at his heart, knowing he'd caused the expression on Harry’s face.

He needed to fix it, and fast .

‘Is… Is everything ok? Were you on the phone in there?’ In the hallway, Harry looked so small and vulnerable and it was all Louis’ fault.

‘I was just getting some advice from Zayn, that's all.’

‘On?’ Harry's brow furrowed further, making Louis feel anxious that he'd gone too far, losing him before they'd even gotten started.

‘How to get my tight leather trousers back on.’ Louis joked, trying to ease the tension.

Harry blinked a few times before realisation dawned. ‘Did Zayn suggest lotion and talc? I'm afraid I only have one of those in the bathroom cabinet.’ A small smile crept up Harry's face as Louis let out a breath of relief. 

All was not lost, it seemed.

‘He suggested we talk,’ Louis wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, pulling him into a soft kiss, ‘communicate,’ he kissed Harry's jawline, ‘share our likes and dislikes.’

Harry hummed in agreement, the action sending small vibrations through Louis’ lips. ‘Why has talking never sounded so hot ?’

‘Take me to bed, please,’ Louis whispered, cackling in excitement as Harry bent down, sliding his hands behind Louis’ thighs and sweeping him up off his feet. Louis instinctively wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist, giggling all the way down the hallway to Harry's bedroom.

Chapter Text

Ten.

‘Shit!’ Louis giggled as he was unceremoniously tossed into the middle of Harry’s bed. He bounced a little, throwing back his head into the softness of Harry’s pillows, the calming scent of Harry’s shampoo surrounding him.

‘I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?’ Harry’s face instantly looked panic stricken, as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling at Louis’ side. Louis wanted to melt at the concern written all over Harry's face.

‘No, not at all.’ He cooed, cupping Harry's jaw with his hand. Louis couldn't help the soft, assuring tone that tumbled from his lips, one that he was likely to use on a boyfriend. ‘Come here’.

‘Gladly,’ Harry giggled, eyes sparkling brightly as he slid a knee between Louis’ thighs and kissed him. Louis moulded easily into the feeling, knowing that he'd missed being treated like this, safe in the knowledge that nobody had ever made him feel as good as Harry did. ‘What do you want, Louis?’

‘Clothes off,’ Louis murmured, feeling the heady haze of arousal clouding his mind. With a sultry gaze, Harry rolled his hips as he pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting the material land in a heap on the floor behind him.

‘Your turn,’ Harry smirked, hooking his thumbs into the front belt loops of his jeans as he watched Louis carefully. Louis gulped, having never been on the receiving end of a gaze like the one Harry was throwing his way. It was heated, full of lust and want. 

For the first time in a very long time, Louis felt desired. 

Testing the waters, Louis slowly unbuttoned his shirt, moving down through the buttons at a maddening slow speed. He kept his gaze on Harry, watching as Harry’s tongue snaked out across his lower lip. He could see Harry’s chest rising and falling as he sucked in a deep breath. Reaching the last button, he smirked as he let his shirt fall open, exposing his extensive chest tattoo. As expected, Harry's jaw dropped as his eyes landed on the ink.

‘You're staring,’ Louis teased, stretching his legs out in front of him and wiggling his toes. Harry let out a sound, somewhere between a squeak and a groan, before removing his hands from his jeans.

‘Can you blame me?’ Harry's voice was deep with arousal, the tone making all of the hairs on Louis’ body stand on end. He'd never experienced this level of attraction to anyone, especially on both a physical and an intellectual level. ‘You're… stunning, Louis. I knew it from the moment I nearly took you out with a camera bag and found the brightest blue eyes staring back at me.’

Louis felt his entire body blush at Harry’s words. ‘You're not so bad yourself, Haz.’

‘You think?’ Harry looked boyish as he tucked one foot behind the other, hands clasped behind his back. Swinging his legs underneath him, Louis pushed himself up on his knees, shuffling until he was almost  chest to chest with Harry.

Reaching out with his right hand, Louis placed his palm over Harry's heart, fingertips grazing the top of one of the swallows tattooed under his collarbone. Louis could feel Harry's heart racing under his palm, green eyes fixed on the back of Louis’ hand. Harry raised his left hand slowly, resting it over the top of Louis’.

‘The anchor, to your rope,’ Harry whispered, lining up his wrist with Louis’. He felt his own heart stutter, almost fit to burst with the level of fondness he felt for the man before him.

‘Harry…’ Louis blinked back tears that he could feel pooling in the back of his eyes, overwhelmed with the emotion of the moment. 

‘Do you still want…’

‘Yes. Please , yes,’ Louis nodded frantically, fisting the material under his fingers, his left hand pulling the vest up and over Harry's head. Nothing could have prepared Louis for the feeling of Harry kissing him as if his life depended on it, holding him close with such tenderness that Louis knew he would be ruined for anyone else ever again.

As Harry laid them both down, his body partially covering Louis’, he immersed himself in the feelings surrounding him. Tonight, it was all about what he wanted. Louis melted into the other man's gentle caresses and soft touches as Harry learned his body through the power of touch. He took care as his hands roamed bare skin, feeling like he was trying to understand and catalogue every noise that Louis made and how Harry could entice more of those sounds.

Louis’ body was shrouded in soft cotton sheets as Harry slowly took him apart, touching and kissing every inch of his skin until he was nothing but a quivering, shaking mess. He wanted to speed up and slow down in equal measure, teetering on the edge of too much and not enough . Harry devoured him with the skill of a lover who had been mapping Louis’ body for years, sending him hurtling over the precipice and freefalling into a sensation of pleasure that he had never felt before.

Craving the comfort of Harry’s arms, Louis allowed himself a brief moment of snuggling close, his chest against Harry’s back as they spooned. It was an intimacy beyond anything he'd felt before, yet reality was calling him back.

‘I am sorry that I have to go back,’ Louis murmured against Harry’s lips as they stood in Harry’s doorway, desperately wishing he didn't have to leave so soon. His body was still heavy, wanting to be wrapped up in Harry for just a little bit longer. He felt like a lovesick teen, even though he was in his early thirties.

‘It's ok, I understand completely.’ Harry smiled gently, looking soft in a hoodie and joggers. ‘I'll see you soon?’

‘I hope so,’ Louis giggled, stealing another kiss, making his way to the awaiting Uber before he suggested something stupid, like Harry going home with him. Penny might like Harry, but he'd need to talk with her first. He wouldn't just invite Harry over on a whim.

‘Goodnight gorgeous,’ Harry called, blowing Louis a kiss as he walked down the paved driveway and reached the door of the awaiting Uber. Grabbing the kiss into a fist and making the gesture of putting it in his pocket, Louis beamed wider than ever before as the car sped off into the night.

As he got home, Louis opened the front door as quietly as he could manage, feeling like he was sneaking home in the early hours after a night out in a club. Tiptoeing into his front room, he found Zayn and Liam laying watching TV, cuddled up together with a blanket over their legs.

‘ Oh ! I wasn't expecting you back tonight!’ Zayn chuckled, dusting crumbs off his lap and pausing the TV show they were watching.

‘I wouldn't stay out all night, Z.’ Louis felt his heart warm at the gesture. It was sweet of them to want to stay the night, but Louis knew he couldn't do that to Penny, especially not so soon after her accident.

‘Maybe you should’ve!’ Zayn twisted over the back of the sofa, wiggling his eyebrows at Louis. Zayn yelped and laughed as Louis hit him over the head with a cushion, quickly covering his mouth with his hand.

‘If she can sleep through New Years fireworks, Penny can certainly sleep through that god awful noise you call a laugh,’ Louis teased, pulling back the duvet and slipping in beside the couple. He was painfully aware that he wanted to be under a totally different blanket, with a certain green-eyed, curly-haired person.

‘That's just mean, considering we stayed late so you can get laid!’ Liam piped up.

‘Fuck off!’ Louis shoved him, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he gestured at the TV. ‘What shit are you watching?’

‘The Traitors, it's the tits!’ Zayn hit play as Louis settled down beside him. Trying his best to concentrate on the TV and not the ache in his back, Louis jumped as his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Did you get home ok? Xx

He couldn't hide his smile as the messages kept arriving.

Sorry, I'm one of those people xx

Seriously though, what kind of date would I be if I didn't check you got home okay? Xx

My bed is cold without you in it. Also still smells like you. xx

Is that creepy? I'm sorry if it is (but also not sorry) xx

‘Lover boy?’ Liam questioned teasingly, flicking his gaze down to Louis’ phone. Louis felt his stomach flip flop at the mere mention of Harry, even though he'd only left him twenty minutes before.

‘Yeah, it is,’ Louis giggled, fingers curling around the handset and holding it close. Harry was endearing beyond belief, yet Louis was still a bit nervous of letting him in, even after their intense heart to heart at dinner.

‘It's nice to see you smile like that again, Lou.’ Zayn squeezed his thigh once, before turning his attention back to the TV.

*

‘Daddy, I'm so bored . Like, super duper boredy bored.’ It was the fourth time that morning Louis had heard the same phrase, feeling like he was teetering on the edge of pulling his hair out. He loved his daughter, he really did, and he knew this wasn't her fault. But his patience was wearing incredibly thin.

Penny was curled up on the sofa watching Frozen . Louis had lost track of how many times she'd already watched it that morning but he was running out of ideas to entertain her. It wasn't an easy job, especially with the limitations of her cast. Louis was doing his best to catch up on work when she was occupied, but luckily he'd managed to swing a few days off.

Taking a deep breath, Louis decided to ignore her, opting to pull out his phone instead. Two days after his amazing evening of sex with Harry, Louis found himself regularly attached to his phone to message the beautiful man. They'd already exchanged cute ‘good morning’ texts before Louis had even made his way out of bed.

Any ideas to entertain a small child encased in plaster? Asking for a friend…xx

Crafts? Baking? Can she still colour? Indoor fort? Xx

Yes, she's right handed. Maybe I’ll bake some cookies! Thanks, Haz xx

Anytime xx

Know any good cookie recipes? 🤣 xx

I'm happy to help? Used to work in a bakery when I was a teenager. Unless I’m being too pushy, in which case I'll just send you a photo of the page from my recipe book. xx

Louis fonded at the message. Just when he thought Harry couldn't get any cuter, he surprised Louis yet again. Plus, the thought of being in close proximity with Harry again sent a bolt of excitement through his body.

Not too pushy at all! In fact, you're hired! Wait, aren't you working today? Xx

Did a sunrise proposal shoot this morning, now just chilling on my sofa xx

Standing in the middle of his kitchen, Louis had a delicious flashback to what had happened on Harry’s sofa when he was last on it. 

I'm hoping that just gave you the same delicious flashback I'm currently enjoying…xx 

Part of Louis wanted to ask Harry what exactly he was envisioning and what he was doing on the sofa, but that was a very dangerous game to play with Penny just in the next room.

Behave! I'm trying to be a respectable parent here 😅 xx

I'm sorry for trying to bring you down to my level... Forgive me 😇 xx

Try again about 9pm 😉 But about those cookies…xx

I can be there in half an hour? Missing a couple of ingredients but I can get them enroute xx

I'll reimburse you when you get here xx

I only accept payment in kind xx 

Louis blushed furiously at his phone, rubbing at his cheeks to cool them down before joining Penny in the living room. The last thing he needed was to be teased by his daughter for being red faced.

‘Hey Pen-Pen, what do you say to baking some cookies?’ 

Turning to face him, she shot him an incredulous look. Louis couldn’t blame her, not really. It wasn't often that he made such a suggestion. ‘But you don't bake cookies?’ She eyed him curiously. 

‘My cookies are not that bad!’ Louis protested weakly, knowing he was better at baking cakes or shortbread at a push, ‘but Harry does.’

‘ Harry is coming over? ’ Penny gasped excitedly, eyes going wide as she threw her pink fluffy blanket off herself and bounced in her seat.

‘Is that OK?’ Admittedly, Louis could tell from her reaction that it wouldn't be a problem, but he wanted to be doubly sure that he'd made the right call.

‘Of course, I like Harry! I hope he bakes yummy cookies, just like Uncle Zayn. Oh! I'll go and put proper clothes on!’ She gestured down to the purple and pink mermaid onesie she was currently sporting.

‘You'll need to tie your hair back for baking, too!’ Louis warned softly, as she dashed out of the room to change her clothes. 

Penny appeared in the doorway a second later, one arm sticking out of the onesie and her nose scrunched up in thought. ‘Can we make, like, big white chocolate chips? Like we have at Auntie Lottie’s house?’

‘That should be ok, I'll go and ask Harry.’ As she skipped back towards her bedroom, Louis pulled out his phone and reopened the chat.

Sorry to be a pain, could you grab some chocolate chips? White chunky ones if you can? They're Pen’s favourite xx

It'll cost you 😉 xx

Don't worry, I've got the best chocolate chunks you can buy and something very exciting! Xx

You're the best xx

No, that's you babe 😘 xx

Louis giggled at his phone screen, unable to believe just how quickly Harry had managed to pull such responses out of him in such a short time frame. Penny seemed pretty taken with him too, which is what made Louis even more nervous; it wasn't just his heart at stake.

*

‘Harry's here, Harry's here, Harry's here!’ Penny squealed excitedly as the doorbell rang through the house. Louis loved the bright smile on Penny’s face, knowing he'd do whatever he could to keep her smiling that way. ‘Daddy! Get the door!’

‘Alright bossy boots, hold your horses!’ Louis chuckled, scooping Penny up under the arms and spinning her round and behind him so he could reach the door. Taking a deep breath, Louis tried to tamper down the excitement bubbling in his stomach knowing that Harry was on the other side. 

Slowly, Louis peeled the door open to reveal a soft-looking Harry, dressed in loose jeans and a blue fluffy jumper with a chick in an egg on the front; it was quintessentially Harry. On instinct, a bright smile broke out on his face, as Harry’s lips curled into the sweetest smile he'd ever seen.

‘Hey,’ Louis whispered, stepping back to let Harry into the house. As Harry brushed past Louis and moved towards the kitchen, he felt Harry's fingertips squeeze his hip gently in greeting, in lieu of a kiss. Butterflies erupted in Louis’ stomach at the gesture, both aware it wasn't right to indulge in any PDA yet.

‘Harry!’ Penny launched herself at the huge jute bag in his hands.

‘Penny! Let Harry in first before you root through his bags!’ Louis gently moved her back before she could pull the bag from the man's grasp and topple the contents across the floor.

‘She's fine, don't worry,’ Harry chuckled, pulling the bag up on the kitchen island. Hestarted to unpack the contents. Louis marvelled at the containers of ingredients as they began to take over the kitchen worktop.

‘Do you have chunks?’ Penny asked, fingers clutching at the edge of worktop, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

‘I have these super special chocolate shavings and chunks. I have a friend who owns a bakery, she hooked me up.’

‘Hooked you up? With a hook?’ Penny looked at him quizzically, hand hovering in mid air above the jute bag. Louis hid a snigger behind the back of his hand, watching Harry struggle to find the right words. After a few seconds of waiting for Harry's beautiful mouth to come up with something, Louis decided to put the man out of his misery.

‘It's a saying, Pen-Pen,’ Louis ruffled Penny’s hair as a slight pink hue tinted Harry’s cheeks. ‘When Harry says his friend “ hooked him up ”, it means she gave him the chocolate when he asked.’

‘Then why not just say that then, silly billy?’ Penny giggled, seemingly happy with the explanation as she carried on emptying the bag.

‘Thank you.’ Harry mouthed above her head, making Louis secretly wish he could kiss away the uncertain twist of Harry’s lips. He knew at some point he would have to talk to Penny about it all, but today was sadly not that day.

‘What was the surprise?’ Louis asked, opting to deflect their attention elsewhere.

‘Oh! She also had some of these bad boys…’ Harry pulled out a tube of the brightest sprinkles he had ever seen in his life.

‘Why were they bad?’ Penny asked, glaring at the sprinkles.

‘It's another expression.’ Louis giggled, as Harry joined in on the laughter. His daughter's inquisitive nature was one of her best qualities, but sometimes Louis wished that she wasn’t so keen to ask questions. ‘Are they safe ?’ He asked quietly, wondering how many E numbers were hidden in them.

‘Yes, the team behind them spent years developing the right colours. Not the awful stuff from when we were kids.’ He squeezed Louis’ bicep whilst Penny's attention was somewhere at the bottom of the bag. Louis sucked in a breath, wishing more than anything that he could be natural with Harry, craving his touch and his taste. As their eyes met, Louis could tell Harry was feeling the same way, watching as he shoved his hands into his pockets before stepping back.

Flashing Louis a bright smile, Harry cleared his throat before turning his attention back to Penny. ‘Right, what's the first thing we need to do before we start baking?’ As he asked the question, Harry pulled a clip from his pocket and pulled the long parts of the front of his hair into a twist on top of his head, clipping it in place. It shouldn't have been hot, but it was one of the most sensual things he'd ever seen. It sent a flash of heat through his body that he'd never felt before.

‘Check the ‘gredients?’

Louis grinned at her fondly. ‘Well, that is important! But there's one thing we need to do first!’

‘Erm…’ Penny looked around, as though she thought something in the kitchen would magically provide her with inspiration. Louis loved that she tried, but sometimes he knew his daughter needed a little encouragement.

Thankfully, a beat later, Harry piped up with an amused grin on his face. ‘We need to wash our hands!’

‘Oh, yes! Mrs Lane tells me that at school! Let me grab my step!’ With ease, Penny found her fold up stool slotted in one of the clever kitchen alcoves, flattening it with one move so it became a step stool. ‘Ta dah!’

‘Wow, that's pretty cool!’ Harry gasped, playing along beautifully. Louis’ heart skipped another beat at how good he was with her. 

‘I can only wash my left hand though, as my right is still poorly.’ Her over exaggerated pout made her look so cute, but Louis knew it wasn't worth pointing that out at the moment. 

‘Close, Pen-Pen, it’s your right one that can be washed,’ Louis softly corrected her, gently tapping the soft skin of her exposed upper arm, away from the plaster.

‘Oh yes!’ She giggled, clasping her hand over her mouth before nudging the sleeve of her long t-shirt out of the way so it didn't get wet. ‘I'm ready, Harry!’

‘Let's do this!’ Harry cheered, and Louis observed with curiosity as Harry carefully checked the water temperature before allowing Penny to duck her hand under, foaming up the soap and delicately washing her right hand and rinsing off the suds before drying it for her. 

Louis felt a lump rising in his throat as he felt a buzz of emotions at the tender interaction between the pair. When he allowed himself to picture a family, Louis always thought he'd date someone for a while and when he was ready, he would introduce them to Penny. There wasn't a version of the story where someone infiltrated their lives from the very beginning, in the best possible way.

‘You OK, Lou?’ He snapped out of his thoughts, heart swooning at both the nickname and the tone of Harry’s voice.

‘Me? Oh yeah, sorry. Just thinking.’ An embarrassed chuckle tumbled from his lips as he got to his feet and made his way to the kettle. He figured giving himself a task would quieten the numerous voices in his head, all telling him how amazing the photographer was. 

As he filled up the kettle and turned to the tea station, Louis felt Harry press gently against his back, hands gently holding his upper arms. ‘Can we talk later?’

‘ What ?’ Fear flashed through Louis’ body at the insinuation, knowing that phrase usually came with something negative attached. Harry must've felt all of Louis’ muscles tense, as he spoke again, quiet enough that only Louis could hear.

‘Just want to know what's going on in that wonderful head of yours, is all,’ he murmured quietly, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of Louis’ neck, a touch gone just as quick as it had arrived.

Settling down at the kitchen table with a hot cup of tea, Louis opted to take a more supervisory role for the cookie making.

‘What are you doing?’ Penny shifted her step to where Louis had set out their collection of mixing bowls and the weighing scales. 

‘ Excuse me?’ Louis scoffed, hand clasped around the handle of his mug.

‘You need to help too! I only has one hand!’ Penny dramatically waved her left arm above her head. Louis’ eyes flicked over to where Harry was desperately trying to bite back a smile.

‘So much for a hot cup of tea then!’ Louis chuckled, getting to his feet. Reaching into a small storage cupboard beside the sink, he pulled out a small apron with a yellow Pudsey bear on the front, pulling it over Penny's head and tying it at the back. 

‘Here, you can have mine,’ Louis passed Harry his own maroon apron with World's Best Dad on the front. It did funny things to Louis as Harry slipped it over his head, glancing down to read the words before flushing pink. 

‘I love it!’ Harry tittered, doing a twirl in the kitchen before quickly washing his own hands. Louis watched carefully as Harry pulled a small notebook from his bag, with various post-it notes sticking out of it and many dog-eared pages. Flicking to one particular page, he nodded to himself before he started to carefully weigh each of the ingredients.

‘What's next, Harry?’ Penny asked between each ingredient. Louis smiled to himself as Harry took Penny through each ingredient in turn, explaining what they were and how to combine them. As Harry was explaining the best way to fold the chocolate shards into the mixture, his eyes met Louis’ and the blue-eyed man found himself blushing harder than ever before.

Louis wasn't quite sure how he'd earned a man like Harry, but in that moment, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

By the time the cookies were baking in the oven, Louis had cleared away most of the mess in the kitchen and had made another cup of tea. Penny was playing with her dolls in her bedroom, but as Harry joined him at the kitchen table, Louis felt his stomach twist uncomfortably as he waited for whatever conversation was about to happen.

‘You OK, Lou?’ Harry asked softly, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

‘I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to be all weird.’ Louis sighed, clutching on to his cup of tea like it was a lifeline. In the past, he would've been too scared to even have these conversations, but with Harry he felt a sense of ease that made him be open and honest.

‘You weren’t! I’m just worried about you, that's all.’ 

Louis bit back a smile, feeling comforted by the fact that someone was worrying about him, besides his sisters. ‘You're so good with her, you know?’ Louis sniffed, feeling the lump start to form again in the back of his throat. 

‘And this is a bad thing?’ Harry cocked his head to the side. He didn't look offended, just slightly confused.

Louis took a deep breath, ready to lay his fears on the table. ‘I just… I don't know how to do this, Harry. I don't know how to date as a single parent and be the best Dad I can be.’

‘You're an amazing Dad, Lou. But you also deserve love too, if you want it.’ A heavy silence hung between them for a beat, until Harry continued. ‘Do we need to have all the answers right now?’ 

The question took Louis by surprise, but he instinctively knew the answer. ‘No, I guess we don't.’ A soft smile curled at his lips, quickly reflected in Harry's face too.

‘There you go. I'll just make one thing clear though, and you can take this however you like.’ Louis gulped, fearing that Harry was about to say something he wasn't going to like.

‘Ok- ay…’ Louis’ heart pounded in his ears as he waited for Harry to speak.

‘I'm not seeing anyone else, Louis. There's only you in my life right now.’ Louis felt the butterflies ignite in his stomach, his entire body shaking in anticipation as the weight of Harry’s words sunk in.

‘Me neither, obviously.’ Louis couldn't hold back the smile on his face. It was confirmation that the pair were exclusive, without putting such a label on it.

‘So where's her… other parent?’ Harry asked carefully, his lips forming a thin line. Louis could tell that Harry was conflicted between asking whether Penny had a Mum or another Dad; it was so typical of Harry to be unassuming. 

Louis knew deep down that this conversation would come up one day, but he didn't want to risk seeing pity reflected in Harry's eyes when he told his story. Too many people in Louis’ past have pitied him, acting like Penny was missing out by only having one parental figure in her life.

‘Her mum, Eleanor, lives in America.’ Louis cleared his throat, buying himself a few seconds to figure out just how much detail to share with Harry. ‘She left when Penny was two, drawn by the bright lights of LA and a possible acting career.’

‘Has she been in anything I know?’ 

Louis chuckled bitterly, shaking his head, ‘I doubt it. I mean, I've yet to come across her on my TV so I can't imagine it all worked out for her in the way she had hoped.’ 

‘Did she…keep in touch?’ Louis hoped that Harry didn't have too many questions, already feeling the emotion catching up with him. In the past, Louis had wished for Penny to keep some relationship with El, but he figured out pretty quickly that she was still happy, with or without a mother figure.

‘No, not since the day I signed the custody papers.’ Louis twisted the sleeve of his hoodie through his fingers.

‘Wow, that's… that's awful , Lou. I'm sorry that happened to you.’ 

Louis sniffed back tears of his own, hoping the sympathy from Harry didn't become pity. ‘Yeah, I got a call from Zayn at work to say that El had dropped Penny at his house and said she won't be coming back. She refused to pick up the phone, so I had to get a PI. Eventually served her with the custody papers and she didn't contest a thing.’

‘She sounds delightful .’ Harry blinked rapidly, shaking his head before he added with a broken voice, ‘I just don't understand how anyone could leave that perfect little girl behind.’ The fact that Harry referred to Penny as a perfect little girl made Louis’ heart soar through the roof.

‘I'm grateful to El for Pen, I really am. My daughter is the absolute shit, I know she is. But apart from that, El’s a grade A dick and as long as she stays away from us, it's all good.’ The pair sat in a pensive silence, sipping the last of their tea, occasionally sniffing away the unshed tears. 

‘Can I… Are you…Are you bi?’ Harry blurted hurriedly, as though he'd been sitting on the question for a while. ‘I’m sorry, it's totally not the right time to ask-’

‘Yeah, I am Haz.’ Louis chuckled, glad of the reprieve from the heavy conversation topic, reaching out and gently stroking the back of his knuckles down Harry's arm. ‘You're not my voyage of sexual self discovery. Don't worry,’ he added with a cheeky wink.

‘I don't know, I think I'd enjoy you experimenting on me.’ Harry smirked with a sparkle in his eyes, making Louis blush furiously at his kitchen table before turning around to check his daughter wasn't in ear shot. ‘It's ok, Penny can't hear me.’

‘I wouldn't be so sure, she can hear my wallet opening from three rooms away.’ Louis rolled his eyes, as Harry barked out a laugh that vibrated around the kitchen. He instantly clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes flying wide in embarrassment. 

Little did Harry know, it was one of Louis’ favourite sounds.

Chapter Text

Eleven.

By the time that Penny was three weeks into having her cast, Louis was becoming a master at helping her wash, get dressed and being a spare set of hands for her with everyday tasks. Thankfully, she was back with her friends at school, so Louis was able to go back to his office to carry on with the final tweaks on Wish.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Louis blinked the fatigue out of his eyes from staring at his computer screen for so long. A voice startled him from his thoughts, the familiar sight of his best friend in his office doorway calming his panic almost immediately. 

‘Here, Tommo. I got you a coffee.’ Liam beamed, stepping further into Louis’ office.

Louis gratefully took the paper cup, enjoying the velvety warmth of the caramel latte that Liam always treated him to. He hummed in contentment before flicking his gaze up to meet Liam's. ‘Thanks, Payno.’

Brown eyes twinkled back at him with a satisfied smile. ‘You're welcome. Thought you'd need this to get through the last couple of hours of the day.’

Louis’ heart skipped a heavy beat, wondering how long he had been working on the current particular sequence. ‘ What ?’

Liam's brow furrowed slightly, gesturing to the clock on Louis’ wall. ‘It's like, 2 in the afternoon, Lou.’

‘No, no, no, no, no…’ Louis jumped to his feet, panic rising in his chest as he frantically looked around for his phone and keys, locking his computer. ‘ Shit ! It's show and tell on Parents Day! I need to be at Penny's school,’ Louis checked his watch, heart sinking as he realised that he wasn't going to make it in time, ‘in fifteen minutes!’

Liam blinked at him, lips forming a thin line. ‘You won't make that Lou,’ he added, matter of factly.

Louis deadpanned at him, ‘thanks for that , Payno!’ A moment later, Louis’ phone rang loudly, making him jump. His lips curled a little into a smile, seeing Harry's name flash up, answering as he knew he couldn't ignore the photographer. ‘Babe, although I love hearing from you, it's not a good time right now…’ Louis sighed into the phone, tucking the device under his chin to continue talking while he gathered his stuff as quickly as he could.

‘What’s wrong?’ Harry's tone was serious, a far cry from his usual happy, breezy tone. A pang of guilt hit Louis; Harry was quite clearly concerned and it was his fault. 

‘I’m late to Penny's school. I'm supposed to be at Westminster Primary in like…’ Louis moved his phone away from his ear to check the time on his phone, ‘ten minutes. I'm at least forty away.’

‘I've got this,’ Harry's tone came down the phone, confident and authoritative. 

In any other circumstance, Louis would be impressed. Louis’ heart jumped another beat, his turn in their conversation to be confused. ‘Got… got what ?’ Louis heard a crash in the background.

‘I've got this, Lou.’ With that, the phone line cut out. Still unsure of what was happening, Louis continued to gather up his things, rushing to his car as quickly as he could manage.

Penny was going to be so upset.

Pulling up in the school car park, Louis broke out into an awkward sprint, trying not to draw too much attention to himself as he made his way to the school reception.

Taking a moment to slow his breathing, he gave his name to the school secretary before rushing through the hallways, coming to a complete stop as he glimpsed a familiar face through the glass panel in the door. Stood at the front of the class, with a beaming Penny clasping onto his arm, was Harry. 

Harry.

Wonderful, perfect Harry, who was standing in front of a slideshow backdrop of celebrity photos. Louis didn't even know that Harry took photos of celebrities, nor had he ever asked.

Slowly pushing the door open with a shake in his hand, he ducked down low and crept into the back of the room, trying not to draw any attention to himself. He also prayed that he didn't come across as a weirdo, sneaking into a year 1 class.

‘You met the actual David Beckham?’ One of the boys, Louis thought his name was Toby, piped up from the front row. The little boys’ eyes were wide with fascination, mouth agape as Harry chuckled in amusement. ‘ And Harry Kane?’

‘Yes, they're both awesome! Top lads.’ Harry nodded, a clicker clasped tightly in his right hand, the white of the skin on his fingers betraying his nerves. Louis found his lips curling up in a fond smile at the realisation.

This guy truly was something else.

‘Can you play football, Mr Harry?’ Another child shouted out.

‘No, sadly not. I actually have two left feet,’ Harry giggled, shaking his head slowly, as the photo collection behind him changed to animals jumping in muddy puddles. Some of the children started to shriek excitedly at the pictures, earning a great smile from Louis himself as he noticed a dog that looked just like Malcolm amongst the array of images.

‘But he can make the bestest chocolate cookies, with rainbow sprinkles!’ Penny chimed in, looking up at Harry with a sparkle in her eye that made Louis’ heart feel so fucking warm, he thought it was going to melt out of his chest.

He had spent so many years being lonely, fearing that Penny would not adjust to someone else being in their lives. As Louis watched the scene in front of him, he realised that when the right person came along, there was truly nothing to fear.

‘Well, I don't know about that …’ Harry trailed off, catching Louis’ eye at the back of the room, his breath visibly catching in his throat. Louis raised his fingers in a slight wave, unable to fight back a smile on his face.

‘Didn't you take our school pictures?’ Another girl called out, the other children muttering in agreement.

‘Yes, Harry has a magic camera that makes everyone look good. Even you, Toby!’ 

Louis spluttered out a laugh, watching as the teacher composed herself before asking the rest of the children to quieten down again.

‘Taking photographs is lots of fun and you get to meet a lot of exciting people and animals too!’ Harry concluded, as he received a round of applause from everyone in the room. Harry crouched beside Penny, pointing to where Louis was sat at the back of the room, trying his best to swallow down grateful tears.

‘Daddy!’ Penny squealed in joy, running over to him and launching herself into his arms. 

‘Hey baby girl, I’m so sorry I'm late,’ Louis sighed, holding her tight. Even though Harry had saved the day, Louis still felt the parental guilt which plagued him on a daily basis, knowing it should have been him at the front of the room. Showing the children pictures of Disney characters that he'd created and sharing stories of how the films come to life.

‘It's ok, Harry said you were a little bit stuck talking to Elsa and he came to fill in.’ Louis wanted to smother Harry in grateful kisses for creating a narrative that he'd followed for so long.

‘He did , did he?’ Louis raised a teasing eyebrow as Harry finished gathering his things and joined them at the back of the room. It took everything in Louis to hold back and not kiss him.

‘Yeah, he said she appeared last minute and you couldn't come to school. But it's ok, my Harry came to the rescue!’ The adoring look on Penny's face as she glanced up at Harry made Louis’ stomach flip flop.

‘I'm sorry, for -’ Harry mumbled, sitting down next to Louis on the low bench. Their thighs were barely touching, but Louis felt his skin starting to burn at the slight touch.

‘Don't,’ Louis started, leaning over to whisper in Harry's ear, ‘if we were anywhere else, I'd be kissing you silly for being the amazing human being that you are.’ He loved the delicious shade of pink that Harry turned at Louis’ words.

Penny bounced back over to the two men, arms laden with her school bag and cardigan. ‘It's home time now, Daddy! Let's go!’

Louis chuckled, helping Penny carefully into her cardigan and scooping up her bag on autopilot. ‘How about we go out for a treat? What do you say?’

Penny’s eyes flew wide as she gasped in surprise. ‘Yay! Can Harry come?’

‘That was going to be my next question, Pen-Pen!’ Louis rolled his eyes at his daughter, who was squirming in his lap. Pushing her off gently, he watched as she ran off to go and collect her water bottle that she had left behind. Turning to Harry, he saw the other man looking nervous before Louis spoke again. ‘Would you like to join us? I'm thinking maybe waffles or ice cream?’

‘I'd be honoured,’ Harry whispered, voice thick with emotion. He leaned forward, breath tickling at Louis’ neck before he whispered, ‘if we were anywhere else, I'd be kissing you silly.’ Louis blushed scarlet, snapped from his thoughts as Penny ran at his legs.

‘Ready Daddy! Let's go! We're taking Harry with us, yes?’ 

‘Yes, poppet. I'm coming with you.’ Harry beamed, as Penny held out her hand to the photographer and the pair made their way out of the room.

‘Mr Tomlinson?’ Mrs Lane’s voice filtered over the din of the classroom. Louis stopped in his stride, turning to face her, panicking that there was a problem.

‘Yes?’

‘I just wanted to say, your boyfriend did a wonderful job today.’ She smiled softly, eyes glancing down at Penny, who had paused in the doorway with Harry. ‘She's very taken with him.’

‘I know, and thank you,’ Louis whispered, trying his best to stop his heart from bursting in his chest and not dwelling on why he didn't correct the teacher when she referred to Harry as his boyfriend. 

‘Can I go in Harry’s car, Daddy?’

‘Your car seat is in my car, Pen-Pen.’ As he saw the familiar start of a pout forming, he lowered himself onto his haunches. ‘Maybe if you're good at the dessert shop, we can ask Harry if you can go home in his car. How about that?’ As he finished the question, he looked up at Harry who was nodding enthusiastically in response. If Louis hadn't been mistaken, there may have been a tear in his eye. ‘Come on then, waffles await!’

‘See you there, Harry!’ Penny waved, a bright smile on her face. As Louis watched the sweet wave and toothy grin that Harry threw back, Louis knew he was unequivocally fucked . 

*

Wafflemania was a treat that was usually to reward great behaviour or celebrate news or most appropriately, for Louis to hide his guilt; at least, on this occasion, anyway.

He had been a touch disappointed when Penny had opted to sit next to Harry instead of him, but as the two of them animatedly talked through the menu, Louis decided that having them in front of him was much better. 

As Louis glanced down at his own menu, he couldn't help his mind from wandering back to when Penny was tiny. He had sworn to himself that he'd never have a partner again, and couldn't risk the fear of anyone walking in and out of Penny's life like that. Now, as Harry wound his way around Louis’ heart, he began to realise that he didn't have to do this on his own.

‘Lou?’ Harry's soft voice snapped him out of his daydream.

Louis swallowed thickly, hoping that Harry didn't notice his change in demeanor. ‘Yeah?’

‘Do you know what you want to order? I'm happy to go up and sort it.’ As Louis looked up at the sparkling green eyes watching him with curiosity, Louis felt like he was about to combust with fond.

‘I'll have the white chocolate waffle with chocolate flakes,’ he croaked out, watching as Harry’s expression turned into something resembling longing. Penny frowned at him like he'd lost his voice.

He needed to get Harry all to himself, and soon.

Are you free tomorrow night? Xx

Louis hurriedly sent a text to Zayn, as his eyes glanced over to where Harry was stood placing their order, watching as his back muscles flexed with every movement. 

Yeah, Liam has his ‘gym boys’ catch-up dinner. Why? Xx

Fancy a sleepover at mine? Just you and Penny? Xx

Yes Lou!! Of course. Go get your boy xx 

Louis beamed at his phone, cheeks tinting pink as Harry rejoined the table, slipping his wallet into his back pocket. 

‘What's got you smiling like that?’ Harry asked, a curious smirk on his face.

Louis raised an eyebrow before turning to Penny, ‘Pen, how do you feel about Uncle Zayn coming round for a sleepover with you tomorrow?’ Louis watched Harry’s expression quickly morph into realisation, as his cheeks flushed pink and a similar smirk curled at the edges of his lips.

‘Sounds fun Daddy! Are you staying with us?’ Louis glanced at Harry pointedly, watching as Harry ducked his head slightly to nod in response, the silent conversation between them both confirming the photographer was free.

‘No, baby girl. I have plans tomorrow night.’ As Harry hid his wide grin behind his fist, Louis felt a heat pool in his stomach, knowing he was going to spend the whole night with Harry.

*

‘Are you sure tomorrow is OK?’ Louis asked softly, once he'd strapped Penny into the back of Harry's car and shut the door. 

‘More than,’ Harry mumbled, eyes fixed on Louis’ lips, butterflies frantically fluttering around his stomach. The curly haired man sighed, biting down on his lower lip, gaze not wavering. ‘ Really want to kiss you right now.’ His voice almost came out as a groan.

Louis placed a hand on Harry’s chest, feeling his heart racing under the pads of his fingertips. ‘Tomorrow, love.’ He was feeling just as desperate as the other man, his resolve slowly crumbling 

‘Can’t wait,’ Harry smiled, his voice just above a whisper. ‘Don't forget your toothbrush and your pyjamas.’

‘I don't sleep in pyjamas,’ Louis sassed in a low, husky voice, watching as Harry's adams apple bobbed and a delicious blush crept up his neck.

‘Urgh, you fucking tease .’ Harry groaned, scrunching his eyes closed before opening them again.

‘Careful, you have precious cargo on board.’ He glanced down to where Penny was excitedly waving from the backseat of Harry's BMW.

‘Precious indeed!’ Harry agreed, clenching his fingers into fists before stepping back, clearly battling the same self restraint as Louis. He could feel the chemistry crackling between them, his tongue snaking out to moisten his lips, even though the likelihood of Harry placing a kiss there was minimal. Louis was nowhere near ready for Penny to be exposed to his relationship, or whatever it was that they were doing.

‘I'll… see you back at mine,’ Louis sighed resolutely, knocking the window with his knuckle before waving at Penny.

‘Of course. I'll drive five under the whole way back.’

‘Don't get yourself arrested, Grandpa,’ Louis teased, throwing himself into the car before Harry could say anything in reply. He had a good fifteen minutes of listening to his own music on the radio, he wasn't going to waste it.

Parking outside his house, Louis chuckled as the familiar lyrics to Under The Sea could be heard from Harry's car as he pulled up alongside Louis, the music silencing as he turned off the engine. 

‘Enjoy yourself?’ Louis chuckled, as a slightly frazzled Harry climbed out of the driver's seat.

Harry’s eyes went wide as he rested against the side of his car. ‘How does she know how to use Spotify so well?’

Louis giggled, flashing Harry a toothy grin in amusement. ‘Oh, I made the mistake of telling her that all the Disney songs are on there. Absolute parenting fail!’

‘I’ll say!’ Harry shook his head slowly, as Penny knocked at the rear window for Louis to open the door.

‘Ah come on, H, who doesn't love a bit of Sebastian on occasion?’ Louis poked his tongue out, as Penny jumped out of the car still singing along. 

‘I’m sure I’ll get used to it,’ Harry lamented, picking Penny’s school stuff out of the boot. Louis headed to the front door, pleased when Harry followed behind. 

‘Can I do some colouring, please Daddy?’ Penny asked, kicking her black school shoes across the hallway. Louis had asked her no less than a thousand times to pick them up, but she failed to do it every time.

Louis bent down to retrieve the shoes, lining them up on the shelf in the shoe cupboard. ‘Course, Pen-pen. Do you want to change clothes first?’ 

Penny was halfway down the hallway as she turned and hurriedly replied, ‘no, I'm OK.’ 

Checking that Penny was too absorbed in her colouring book to notice, Louis grabbed Harry by the arm and hauled him further into the kitchen. ‘C'mere,’ Louis whispered huskily, pulling Harry into his body, kissing him deeply and thoroughly until he couldn't breathe anymore. It was a clash of teeth and tongues until Louis’ eagerness was placated, settling into a softer rhythm as Harry hummed against his lips.

Harry's hands grappled for purchase, holding tight onto Louis’ hips as he responded in earnest. In his desperate haste to kiss Harry, breathlessness came quicker than he'd hoped.

‘Tomorrow, I am not letting you go,’ Harry whispered, pressing his lips to the spot just under Louis’ ear, a shudder going through his body. ‘Counting down the minutes.’

‘You drive me crazy,’ Louis whispered, shaking his head slowly. ‘Proper insane.’

‘Can’t wait to drive you crazy with my tongue, tomorrow,’ Harry finished with a kiss to Louis’ cheek, giving him a cheeky wink before strolling into the living room to say goodbye to Penny.

Harry was going to be the death of him, that much was certain.

*

‘I've left my credit card on the side if you want to order something for dinner.’ Louis gestured in the general direction of the kitchen.

‘Is it my favourite black one?’ Zayn’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief that Louis knew full well his best friend would utilise. Louis trusted Zayn explicitly, especially with things like his daughter, his home or his credit card. 

Ever since he became successful in his field, Louis loved spoiling his friends and family whenever he could. In the early days, Zayn was always nervous of accepting any lavish or expensive gifts from Louis, but over time, he came to realise that this was just how Louis showed his love. Naturally, when Liam came into the picture, Zayn had no choice but to adjust to this new lifestyle.

‘Yes,’ Louis rolled his eyes fondly as Zayn's face lit up, ‘and I get a notification whenever a transaction occurs, don't forget. So don't order the entirety of the Pizza Hut menu. Or a franchise.’ His threat was partially in vain; Louis would happily buy the whole menu twice if it meant that he got Harry between his thighs again.

‘Damn, you foiled my grand plan! I was looking forward to running my own pizza joint!’ Zayn teased, wrapping an arm around Louis’ waist and coaxing him towards the front door once he'd said goodbye to Penny. ‘Why so hesitant to leave?’ He asked in a hushed tone, keeping his voice low.

Louis’ stomach tensed a little. ‘I'm nervous, Z, all over again.’ Louis sighed, running a hand over his face. He'd been in this situation before, letting his nerves overrule him. Harry was the kindest soul in the world, if Louis even mentioned the nerves, he'd do all that he could to soothe them away.

‘What for? It's Harry . Just blow his mind, have a cuddle, fall asleep. Come back tomorrow. Et Voila!’ Zayn threw his hands up, offering Louis a meek version of jazz hands, coupled with an over-the-top toothy smile.

‘You say that like it's easy ,’ Louis whined, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn't just his heart on the line. Zayn's expression softened considerably as he reached out and gave Louis a comforting hug.

‘Just trust yourself, Lou. Don't worry so much. Have a good evening, get some sleep and treat yourself to a lie in. If I see you back here before 11 tomorrow morning, I'm not opening the door!’ Zayn warned teasingly, opening the front door and gesturing to the outside. Slowly, Louis stepped over the threshold, before turning back to Zayn.

‘You'll lock me out of my own house?’

‘Damn straight,’ Zayn finished, before closing the door in his face. Scowling at the now closed front door, he slung his rucksack over his shoulder and stomped off to his car.

Taking a deep breath as he pulled up to Harry's home, Louis realised that Zayn was right. He really didn't have any reason to be worried or nervous; this was Harry. As he stepped onto the footpath at the front of the house, the front door sprung open, revealing a soft looking Harry in a beige cable-knit jumper and loose jeans.

‘Hey you.’ Harry smiled easily, his long body resting against the doorframe as a boyish smile crept across his face. How the man could be so soft and sexy all at once, Louis would never know.

‘Hey, babe.’ Louis grinned, his nerves melting away as he stepped up to Harry, kissing him in greeting before the photographer stepped back to let him inside. ‘I'm so glad you were free tonight, I-’ before Louis could finish his sentence, he was shoved up against the back of the front door, Harry's lips firmly on his and his body holding Louis in place. 

Louis went pliant immediately, his body relaxing under Harry’s magical touch. He had been equally eager to see Harry, his body feeling like it was on fire wherever Harry’s fingers met his skin.

‘What a welcome committee,’ Louis chuckled, as Harry left gentle pecks down his jaw and neck. The sensation of feeling desired in this way was igniting every neuron in his body, firing little bolts of heat through Louis.

‘Sorry, I couldn't help myself.’ Harry grinned bashfully, before pulling Louis into another delicious kiss. Harry had the softest lips, his kisses melting Louis’ body into a pile of goo.

‘Do you think we could see more of your house, not just the hallway?’ Louis teased, poking Harry in the side.

‘I'm sorry, just… you!’ Harry giggled, shrugging his shoulder as he grasped Louis hand and pulled him towards the living room. Louis’ heart bloomed in his chest at the sight; Harry had laid out cushions and blankets and turned on his flameless candles. ‘Do you like it?’ He asked bashfully, biting down on his lower lip.

‘Like it? H, I love it! Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before.’ The little surprised laugh that tumbled from Louis’ lips hid the sadness that he felt at never enjoying this in the past, yet overwhelmed with happiness that Harry was the person introducing him to this romance.

‘Really? That just proves they were the wrong people for you, Lou.’ Harry sidled up behind him, wrapping his arms around Louis’ waist and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. ‘I thought we could order pizza, enjoy some good TV and then I have something special planned for dessert.’

‘You spoil me.’ Louis beamed, throwing himself onto the sofa and pulling the green throw blanket over his body. Harry curled up next to him, producing his phone and opening the Dominoes app.

‘Pick whatever you want.’ Harry passed over the phone, their fingers brushing against the other. Louis felt his body tingle all over at the contact, struggling to pay attention to the screen with the arousal thrumbing through his body and insatiably hot man curled into his side, hot breath tickling at his neck.

‘You're not helping,’ Louis muttered, picking something that resembled his regular pizza and a couple of sides, before handing the phone to Harry. He watched as Harry added a vegetarian pizza to the order, hit the button to pay, pausing for a moment to ensure it was complete, before tossing the phone away. 

‘How long do you think it'll take to arrive?’ Harry asked, plastering himself to Louis’ side and placing gentle kisses from his shoulder to his jaw. A shiver went through Louis’ body, goosebumps rising all over his skin.

‘Long enough,’ Louis whispered, his voice thick with arousal as he turned his head and captured Harry's lips in a bruising kiss. Louis yelped in surprise as Harry pulled at his thigh, sending him falling backwards onto the sofa cushions.

‘Think I'm feeling a bit hungry, need a little something before dinner arrives,’ Harry teased, pushing up the bottom of Louis’ jumper and playfully nipping at his abs. Louis tensed, giggling as Harry soothed the skin with his lips, kissing over the spot; Louis’ jeans were already getting too tight, and Harry had barely done anything.

Louis couldn't believe he was still almost fully dressed, writhing on Harry’s sofa as Harry's mouth was hot and tight around him, working him up towards a quick and very powerful orgasm.

His fingers grasped out at the sofa, not finding much purchase as his strength disappeared rapidly, giving way to a pleasure unlike any other. Louis had never felt this attraction with anyone else before, never gave his heart over in such a way, unable to stop himself from falling head over heels. The realisation made stars appear before his eyes, heart rate soaring as his orgasm tore through him. 

Glancing up at Harry, he saw deep green eyes sparkling back at him as he tried to calm his breathing.

‘Did you…?’ Louis asked, flicking his gaze down. Harry shook his head, cheeks flush, hips undulating into thin air as his breathing stuttered. Tucking himself back into his boxers, Louis got to his feet, pushing Harry down onto the sofa and situating himself between Harry’s thighs, lowering himself to the ground. Eyes fixed on each other, Louis wasted no time in unbuttoning Harry's tight jeans, enticing a beautiful melody of sounds from the photographer, enjoying the force of his orgasm hitting moments later with a whimper of Louis’ name.

‘Well, I didn't envision that as a starter,’ Harry giggled, cheeks flush and chest heaving as he leaned back into the sofa cushions. Getting to his feet, Louis fixed his clothes, just managing to zip up his jeans as the doorbell rang.

‘Right on time,’ Louis whinked, straightening his jumper before making his way to the front door, ‘I hope I ordered something tasty, no idea what buttons I pressed!’

The pair settled into an easy rhythm as they enjoyed their pizza side by side, thighs touching under the cosy blankets. Luckily, Louis had managed to order his favourite meat pizza, although he'd added the expensive stuffed crust by mistake; all things considered, not the worst mistake he could have made.

*

‘I'm not sure I could eat another thing!’ Louis sighed, softly patting his stomach with his fingertips as he finished his last mouthful. 

‘Oh. That's a shame.’ Harry leaned against Louis’ side, resting his head against Louis’ shoulder. 

Louis turned to kiss the crown of Harry’s head, enjoying the smell of Harry’s shampoo. ‘Why do you say that?’

Harry shifted so Louis could see his face. ‘Because I made us something for dessert.’ Harry wiggled his eyebrows, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

Louis hummed, rubbing a hand over his stomach as his gaze flicked between Harry’s lips and his eyes. ‘Give me half an hour, and I'll be good to go.’

‘That's what he said,’ Harry joked, lips curling into a smirk with a sparkle in his eyes.

‘Oh God…’ Louis groaned, unable to hold back the fond smile on his face as he rested his forehead against Harry’s. Without another word, Harry picked a film for them to watch, revelling in the domestic bliss that surrounded them. 

Settling Harry into his side, Louis knew he wanted this as his life more than anything, yet he was still holding back a little. He decided that for tonight, he'd enjoy every part of it as though it was something feasibly in his grasp.

Checking his phone briefly, he saw a photo that Zayn had sent over of Penny and him enjoying a similar pizza dinner, accompanied with two portions of cookies and what looked like a pot of ice cream. With a chuckle, Louis sent back a line of love hearts before putting his phone on the arm of the sofa.

‘Ready for dessert?’ Harry whispered in his ear, following his sultry tone with the most adorable giggle that set off all the butterflies in Louis' stomach. Scared of opening his mouth and a declaration of something far scarier coming out, he opted to nod. With a kiss to Louis’ forehead, Harry got to his feet and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Louis to practically melt into the sofa.

‘What is all of this?’ Louis’ eyes flew wide as Harry returned with a serving tray of brownies, strawberries, waffles and biscuits with two pots of chocolate; milk and white. ‘Darling, you spoil me.’ The endearment rolled off his tongue without protest, Harry's cheeks tinting pink as he sat down beside Louis. 

‘You deserve to be spoiled,’ Harry said matter of factly, dipping a strawberry into the chocolate and holding it out for Louis.

‘Who says I like strawberries?’ He teased, fighting to deflect the painfully obvious feelings that he was developing for the curly haired man trying to feed him.

‘Oh, I-’ as Harry went to move his wrist away, Louis reached out and grabbed it, heart hammering in his chest at the thought of offending Harry.

‘I'm kidding, darling. I love strawberries.’ Louis made a show of slowly sucking the strawberry into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down. Harry’s breath hitched in his throat as Louis caught a drip of juice at the corner of his lips with his thumb, sucking the digit into his mouth as he kept his eyes fixed on Harry’s. 

If the whine that rumbled in Harry’s chest was anything to go by, then Louis still held a little bit of his own seductive charm.

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Twelve.

Slowly blinking the sleep from his eyes, it took Louis a few moments to register where he was. Comfortably warm, Louis felt his limbs wrapped up in the softest white, cotton sheets that he'd ever slept in. His arm was neatly tucked across Harry's abdomen, rising and falling slowly with Harry’s breaths as his fingers rested against warm skin.

Hearing a snuffle, Louis smiled to himself as Harry yawned quietly, like a little kitten. Shifting his weight a touch, Louis felt a familiar ache in his lower back, a wonderful reminder of what had happened prior to drifting off into an easy, sated sleep.

Harry wriggled a little in Louis' hold, reaching out for Louis’ hand and interlinking their fingers before resting them back against his chest. Louis pressed a kiss to Harry's naked shoulder blade, hearing the photographer sigh happily. Louis had never been this happy to wake up beside another person; he felt lighter than a cloud.

‘Morning,’ Louis rasped, clearing his throat to get rid of the embarrassing husky tone to his voice. Harry giggled softly, his shoulders jostling with the movement. ‘Sorry, erm… Morning, darling.’

‘Morning babe.,’ Harry turned himself around slowly in Louis' arms so they were facing each other, noses almost pressed together. They were so close that Harry's breath tickled Louis’ upper lip. Harry’s eyes were sparkling brightly as his eyes took in every inch of Louis’ face, almost like he didn't believe the man was there. ‘It's so nice to wake up with you.’

‘Mmm, so nice.,’ Louis grinned, using his free hand to push a few of Harry’s loose curls away from his face. Having spent so many years waking up alone, Louis had forgotten how amazing it was to wake up with another person; to enjoy their gruff morning voice and fresh, sparkly eyes.

‘You're very pretty in the morning,’ Harry murmured, leaning forward and capturing Louis' lips in a sweet kiss. Normally, he would've been worried about morning breath, or chapped lips. But with Harry, he didn't care one bit.

Pecking the photographer on the lips before breaking their kiss. ‘Not compared to you, H.’ Harry blushed, ducking his head into the pillow. Louis reached for Harry's hand, playing with his long fingers until the photographer raised his head again. ‘There he is,’ Louis teased softly, as Harry’s full face came into view again.

Harry chewed his bottom lip for a moment, before he spoke again. ‘When do you need to… need to leave?’ His voice was tinged with a nervousness that made Louis’ stomach turn heavy.

Flashing the photographer a comforting smile, he slipped his leg between Harry’s, pulling him closer. ‘Zayn said he wouldn't let me in until after 11, so I'm yours for another…’ Louis looked over Harry's shoulder at the alarm clock, a cheeky glint in his eyes as he realised the time, ‘ooh, three and a half hours .’

‘Hmm, what to do with you for three and a half hours…’ Harry hummed thoughtfully, pulling the duvet over their heads and smothering Louis’ face with kisses. Louis giggled, a light hearted sound that made his entire body feeling like he was floating; that was the effect that Harry had on him. 

One thing was for sure, he didn't want to ever lose this feeling.

Enjoying being in close proximity to an insatiable Harry was both heart-warming and exhausting. By the time they finally surfaced from the bedroom and Harry finally allowed Louis to have a shower, they were flush-faced and unable to stop smiling. Harry's slight waddle also made Louis equal parts bashful and proud.

‘Can I make you breakfast? Please ?’ Harry batted his eyelashes at Louis as he returned from his own shower. He had definitely taken for granted how nice it was to shower without worrying about waking up a small child or being interrupted.

‘Oh, if you must,’ Louis teased with a slight shrug of his shoulders. With a delighted grin on his face, Harry took off towards the kitchen. After putting on a fresh set of clothes, Louis padded down Harry's hallway, pausing every step or two to admire the photos scattered over the walls. 

Not that Louis didn't already know how talented Harry was, but the personal photos of Harry’s family proved it entirely.

Louis’ nose led him to the large kitchen, following the delicious smell of bacon and sausages. Louis pressed his lips together to hold back a beaming smile as he took in the sight of Harry swaying his hips whileas he saung along to a Fleetwood Mac song playing over a bluetooth speaker. 

Louis knew he was shamlessly staring, but he really didn't care. Harry was a beautiful soul, both inside and out. The fact that he wanted to make Louis breakfast, spoke volumes to the blue-eyed man. After a few moments, he knew he had to make his presence known before he became borderline creepy. ‘Darling, what are you up to?’

‘Making you breakfast,’ Harry sassed, poking his tongue out at Louis before turning his attention back to the pan.

Louis stepped up behind Harry, wrapping his arms around his waist and plastering himself to his back. ‘Careful now, I could get used to this.’

‘Someone cooking you breakfast?’

‘No, you cooking me breakfast,’ Louis replied, aware of the brevity of his words, not missing the way that Harry's body tensed in response. ‘I'm sorry, I-’

Harry's hand flew up to cover Louis’ where they sat against his stomach. ‘Never apologise for saying things like that to me, Lou. Ever.’

‘But -’

‘I want to cook you breakfast. I'd like to cook you breakfast as often as I can.’ Louis’ heart felt warm at the words, already starting to feel something for the man currently grilling bacon for him.

‘I'm so glad I got to wake up with you,.’ Louis murmured, pressing a kiss to the exposed skin on Harry’s neck, taking a deep breath.

‘Me too,.’ Harry replied, twisting his head 

so that Louis could kiss him square on the lips. Louis couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so secure around anyone, if at all. Harry brought out a softer, more affectionate side of Louis and he loved feeling part of a relationship that could actually be going somewhere. 

Harry reminded Louis of how much he loved to be touched or held or even kissed; it was an intoxicating feeling and Louis knew he didn't want to let Harry go. He wanted to be selfish and keep the man for himself. 

They ate breakfast in a companionable silence, ankles entwined under the table. Louis knew the minutes were ebbing away and that he'd be back to being a parent pretty soon, feeling his conflicting emotions swirl in his mind.

‘That was amazing, darling. Thank you.,’ Louis kissed the top of Harry’s head as he took his empty plate to the dishwasher.

‘What's on your mind?’ Harry asked, approaching Louis. His concerned expression made Louis feel even more  guilty; he didn't want to ruin the mood between them. ‘You look a bit glum now. Was the food ok?’

‘Yes, baby. It was delicious!’ Louis rushed to assure the photographer, hating that he had made Harry doubt himself. ‘I'm just torn between wanting to see Penny and not wanting to leave you.’

‘It’s ok to feel that way, you know?’ Harry mused, reaching out and cupping Louis’ jaw. The soft, warm touch of the photographer’s hand made Louis’ stomach flutter. ‘But we'll figure it out.’

He wasn't quite sure what he had done to deserve Harry, but Louis felt so deliriously happy, he wanted to send someone a gift to display his gratitude. 

‘Thank you.,’ Louis pushed himself up on the balls of his feet, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s lips. ‘I think I needed to hear that.’ 

‘If it makes you feel any better, I'm not going anywhere.’ Louis allowed himself to sink into Harry's body, feeling the comfort of Harry’s arms around him, unsure when he'd get to feel that again.

As Louis was gathering his things together, preparing for his inevitable departure, he noticed that Harry had been gone for a bit longer than he'd expected. He almost startled as he heard his name called out.

‘Lou?’ Harry’s familiar drawl floated down the hallway. He stopped, half bent over Harry's bed as he packed away his toiletries.

Giggling to himself with a shake of his head, Louis folded his joggers and slid them into his overnight bag. ‘What's up?’

‘Can you come here for a second, please?’

‘Okay…’ Nervously, Louis stepped out of the bedroom, checking for the photographer. He found Harry in a small office that he had yet to discover. There was a collection of framed photos on the wall, beautiful action shots of intimate family moments, interspersed with some beautiful nature shots.

Harry smiled nervously, nodding his head towards the screen in front of him. ‘I probably shouldn't be showing you this, but… I wanted to. Plus, I need your seal of approval, after what you said the first day we met.’ Harry blushed, gesturing to the computer screen in front of him.

‘Where should I…?’ Louis looked for a spare chair to sit down, until Harry tapped the tops of his thighs. With a giggle, Louis sat down, enjoying Harry wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close.

‘Here you go.’ Harry gestured at his screen, making Louis gasp as he realised what was on it. He immediately recognised the sparkly hairband and bright, wide smile.

It was Penny’s official school photo. 

‘H…wow, she looks amazing !’ Louis’ voice was thick with emotion, seeing the familiar blue eyes staring back at him.

Harry bit down on his bottom lip, holding Louis even tighter. ‘Hopefully I followed your request to the letter?’

Make sure mine looks amazing, yeah?

‘She looks beautiful.’ Louis couldn't take his eyes off the image, wondering when she had become so grown up. It felt like only yesterday that she was a small toddler, just the two of them against the world for the first time.

‘Of course she does, she has Tomlinson genes.’ Harry pressed a soft kiss to Louis’ shoulder. ‘I don't often share the outtakes, but I wanted you to see them.’ Harry skipped through a few other pictures of Penny, including one where she was laughing; the one which was loud and bright and made Louis’ heart happy every time he heard it. 

‘Can I… can I have it?’ Louis whispered, reaching out to touch the screen.

Harry nodded, a wide smile on his face as he rested his head against Louis’ shoulder. The familiar scent of shampoo flooded Louis’ nostrils, filling him with a warmth that made him tingle. ‘Of course, babe. Just don't tell the school,’ he added with a whisper, pressing his index finger to his lips. 

‘Your secret is safe with me.,’ Louis grinned, turning to kiss Harry deeply.

*

Stepping through his front door, Louis was baffled to hear not one, but two familiar voices coming from his living room. Putting down his bag and toeing off his shoes, Louis’ lips instantly curled up into a smirk as he quietly padded down the hallway, hearing his sister and his boyfriend chattering away.

Referring to Harry as his boyfriend was something to unpack at a later date, but for now, he was more interested in why they were both in his house during the middle of the afternoon. Lottie grinned as she spotted Louis, who was slowly approaching the sofa where Harry had his legs curled up underneath him; completely at ease. Eyes landing on Louis and realising he was home, Harry's blinding smile sent a flutter of emotions through Louis that he never expected to feel.

‘Hey babe.,’ Harry grinned up at him, as Louis leaned over the back of the sofa and kissed the photographer on the lips in greeting. As he pulled back, Louis found his own surprise at such a bold gesture reflected in Harry’s eyes.

‘Erm… I'm… yeah, not sorry.,’ Louis chuckled, shaking his head as he rested his hands on the back of the sofa. Harry rested his head against Louis’ fingers, the soft brown curls tickling Louis’ skin. Louis lifted his thumb, stroking the back of Harry's head as he hummed in contentment.

‘Ew. Not in front of me, please ,.’ Lottie teased, poking her tongue out at him.

‘This is my home. Remind me, why did I give you a key? Hmm?’ Louis returned the childish gesture, still wondering why the pair were in his house when he wasn't.

Lottie pouted, raising an eyebrow at her brother with the sassiest expression on her face. ‘For emergencies.’ 

‘Does this constitute as an emergency ?’ Louis shot back, in the same way that they'd bickered ever since they were children.

‘Yeah, I needed tea. Then, this gorgeous creature showed up and I wanted to get to know him better.’ Lottie smirked at Harry, who hid his bashful smile behind his coffee cup; Louis’ favourite mug, no less.

‘I'll let it slide that you've basically ruined my favourite mug by putting that God awful coffee stuff in it.’ Louis chuckled, watching as Harry’s expression fell, visibly looking horrified as his body tensed. Louis felt guilty immediately. ‘It's fine love, I was only teasing! Only you can use my favourite mug.’

‘Urgh, spare me all of the cutesy shit.’ Lottie's tone was mocking, yet her soft expression gave away that she didn't mind at all. ‘Now. Where’s my beautiful niece?’

‘I shrunk her down into a teeny tiny person and stuffed her in my bag,.’ hHe retorted, rounding the sofa and throwing himself down beside Harry. It was a pleasant surprise to see Harry when he got home, but it was far too early to be thinking these things.

Lottie frowned at her brother. ‘Where is she really, dumbarse?’ Louis wanted to laugh at the childish nickname, but he knew it wasn't the time to fall into an game of insults with Lottie.

Rolling his eyes, he flashed his sister a smirk before taking the time to rest his ankles. He knew his delayed response would be annoying Lottie; the only ammo he had in this game. ‘She's at after school club, before you start thinking about calling Childline. I'll be picking her up soon.’ Glancing at the clock, Louis realised he had twenty minutes before he had to leave.

‘Ooh, can I come?’ Lottie grinned. 

Louis pondered for a moment, knowing Penny would be over the moon to see Auntie Lottie waiting for her in the playground. ‘Sure, why not?’ 

Harry got to his feet, putting his empty cup in the kitchen as he passed. ‘I need to be heading off, anyway. I just dropped off the t-shirt that you left at my house.’

‘I'll walk you out.,’ Louis trailed behind Harry, sad to be saying goodbye to the photographer. ‘It was… it is good to see you.’ There was a plea hidden in his words, secretly hoping that the photographer would come back later. Even in a short space of time, Louis was becoming dependent on Harry to make him happy; it was incredibly dangerous territory.

Harry broke out into a wide smile, a hand cupping the soft flesh on Louis’ hip. The touch made Louis’ skin immediately feel warm. ‘I'm always happy to see you. Let's do something soon, with Penny maybe?’

Louis swooned at the thoughtfulness, secretly pleased that Harry was happy to include Penny in their plans. ‘Yeah, that would be nice! I'll text you?’

‘You'd better.’ Harry grinned, pulling Louis close. The smell of Harry’s aftershave was intoxicating, making Louis exercise all of his self restraint. ‘Please can I kiss you?’

‘Anytime you want, you don't have to ask.’ Louis breathed, as Harry cupped his jaw and pulled him into a lustful kiss. Every kiss with Harry sent Louis’ stomach into a flutter, wishing he could keep the photographer in his arms just a little bit longer. 

‘Bye, Lou.’ With one final soft kiss, Harry left the house, calling out goodbye to Lottie as he left. Taking a deep breath, Louis made his way into the living room, knowing Lottie was poised and ready for an interrogation. 

Rounding the sofa, he plopped down beside his sister, pulling one foot under him as he stayed silent. When Lottie didn't say anything, he began to count slowly in his head, making it to four, before his sister's voice hit his ears.

‘So… that was Harry.’ Lottie nudged his thigh with her knee, snapping his gaze from the TV to meet her curious expression.

Louis nodded once, being deliberately obtuse. ‘Yep. That was Harry.’

‘He's pretty cute,.’ Lottie mused, lips curling into a smirk as she folded her hands into her lap. He knew exactly what she was gunning for, yet he wasn't going to give up that easily.

‘Well, yes . You have eyes.’ Louis rolled his own, receiving a huff of frustration in response. 

‘Not what I mean, Lou-Lou!’ Lottie raised an eyebrow, before her expression morphed into something much softer. ‘He makes you smile, big brother. I have never seen you smile like that before, even at Penny. It's different. You're different; in the most amazing way. It's great to see you so happy!’ Louis' heart warmed at her words, feeling a blush creep over his cheeks. Wearing his heart on his sleeve didn't come easy to Louis, but Harry seemed to break down all of his defences without even trying.

‘He's …He's special , Lotts.’ Louis sighed, unable to hold back the fond smile which broke out over his face, cheeks threatening to hurt. ‘I haven't quite figured it all out yet, but I'm falling fast. Try as I might, I can't seem to slow down.’

‘You can allow yourself to feel, Louis. You shouldn't hold back, if that's how you truly feel. You deserve it.’ Lottie's words caused a pang in Louis' heart; the weight of her words feeling heavy on his chest. It was the first time she'd said anything on this level to Louis; giving him the support to follow his heart.

Louis took a deep breath, clenching his hands into his fist; his grip so tight that he knew he was causing small indentations on his palms. Although the pair had always been close, Louis was still a little nervous to share his fears out loud, even though he knew deep down that Lottie wouldn't judge him. ‘I'm just a bit scared. It's not just my heart that could be hurt here, Lotts.’

‘Penny?’ Lottie frowned, shifting so that she could face her brother properly. It was in these small moments, when the light caught her face just right, that Louis felt like he was talking to his mum and not his sister. ‘She seems pretty taken by him too, from what I've heard.’

‘Yeah, I think that's part of the problem.’ Louis sighed, almost sadly, as he ran a hand down his face. His mind was spinning with thoughts of his rapidly blooming relationship with Harry and his daughter; all intertwined with fears of all the things that could go wrong.

‘Well, from what I've seen in the short time we spent together, Harry isn't the type to dump and run.’ Lottie reached over, squeezing Louis’ knee with a warm hand. Louis let his thoughts wander to the gentle-souled, green eyed man. Ever since they'd met, Harry had been nothing but honest and kind. He'd welcomed Penny with open arms, which was a beautifully added bonus.

There was no fear about introducing him to Penny, or nerves over whether his daughter would welcome a new love in his life; it seemed he had nothing to worry about on both fronts. There might well be hurdles for them to face in the future, but that was a problem for Future Louis.

‘I really, really hope not. For the sake of both of our hearts,.’ He whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. Despite his efforts to keep himself a little bit guarded, Harry had wormed his way into Louis’ heart, and he had no intention of giving him up.

Lottie’s lips formed a thin line, her eyes darkening a little. ‘I know you haven't let anyone in since Eleanor, but she was a dick.’

Louis gasped at the bluntness of her words. ‘Lottie!’

‘Well, she was! She didn't just abandon her daughter, she hurt my big brother. That sort of double whammy sends you to the top of my shit list.’ Lottie’s lips formed a tight line, hands clasped tightly in front of her. Pride prickled in his chest at the thought of Lottie squaring up to El.

It wasn't often that Louis thought about the lasting effects on his own heart, following El's departure. He had devoted all of his waking hours focusing on being the best dad he could be, ensuring his sisters were the best role models that Penny could ever need.

‘Yeah, well she didn't deserve either of us.’ Louis shrugged, trying his best not to let his mind wonder what she's doing now, in the States.

‘No, she didn’t.’ Lottie replied curtly, shaking her head. ‘My gut instinct is usually right, and I have a good feeling about this one. Harry's a good egg, Lou.’

‘Thank you.’ Louis leaned forward, embracing his sister in a warm hug, swallowing down the emotional lump in the back of his throat. ‘C'mon, we need to leave for school.’

As expected, Penny was so excited to see Lottie, that the resulting squeal when she realised almost split his eardrums. Once they were back home, Penny settled on the sofa, flanked on one side by Malcolm, Lottie on the other as she read her latest school book. Taking the opportunity for a break, Louis picked up his phone, excited to see a message from Harry already waiting for him.

Hey you. Was thinking about seeing you and Penny again. How about the zoo? I am free Saturday, if that works for you both? Xx

That could be fun! Weather looks good for the weekend, too xx

Yay! I can't wait. I think they have a new baby tiger cub xx

You're too cute. I'll organise the tickets now xx

If you're buying the tickets, then lunch is on me xx

If you say so, Harold xx

*

‘What book shall we read tonight, Penny?’ Louis asked, as Penny gathered her prefered toys for bedtime that night. She had such a big selection of cuddly toys, that she picked the lucky handful to join her and Elsa each night.

‘ The Lion Inside .,’ Penny beamed, grabbing two more soft toys from the pink canvas bucket. Louis nodded, grabbing the book from the dollhouse-shaped bookcase before taking his usual spot at the end of her bed. 

Propping himself up on a pink cuddle pillow, Louis folded his legs under him as Penny crawled under her duvet. ‘Ready?’

‘Before we read the book, I have a question.’

Louis raised an eyebrow, a sinking feeling that whatever was about to follow would be a big question. One that would either be difficult to answer, or would take a long time to answer. ‘What's that, Pen-Pen?’

She pouted for a moment, the cogs in her mind almost audible as she tried to form the words. Louis stayed quiet, praying she didn't keep him in suspense for too long. ‘So, we see lots of Harry. And I know you think he's pretty.’

Louis blushed pink at her summation, knowing that was just one of many thoughts that Louis had towards the photographer. Clearing his throat, he tried to calm his heated cheeks, desperate to know what Penny wanted to ask. ‘What's the question, baby girl?’

‘Is…Is…Is Harry going to be my new Papa?’ She asked timidly, clutching onto Elsa as young blue eyes blinked up at him. ‘I've never had one before and I think he'd be a nice Papa.’ Louis’ heart warmed at the sentiment, knowing he truly had his daughter's blessing if his relationship progressed with Harry.

Without wanting to get her hopes up, Louis replied simply, ‘I'm not sure yet, Pen-Pen.’ He didn't want to get his own hopes up; the disappointment too much to consider. Louis leaned over and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, fit to burst with the amount of love he had for his daughter.

‘When will you know?’ She whispered, pressing her lips together.

Louis sighed softly, wishing he had something better to tell Penny. But he knew the situation was bigger than a simple answer. ‘It's hard to say. But when I do figure it out, you'll be the first to know. OK?’

‘OK. You can tell Harry that I'm OK with him being my Papa.’ Penny beamed, shuffling around in bed until she was curled up to his side. Careful not to irritate her plaster cast, Louis wrapped his arm around her. ‘I want to see the pictures tonight, Daddy.’

‘Of course, baby girl. Whatever you want.’

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Thirteen.

London Zoo was one of Louis’ favourite places to visit in the capital. Penny wasn't a stranger to zoos, but this was the first time he'd opted to bring her to this particular one. Despite the fact that it was usually heaving with people, as it was located right in Central London, Louis loved the variety of animals you could see there.

His mum would take him and his siblings for a rare treat when they had the money; which is part of the reason that Louis cherishes it so much. With the promise of an ice cream if they were good, Louis would dutifully help herd the group around the enclosures, feeding his fascination with animals which would eventually lead him to help write Zootopia as he carved a name for himself at Disney Pixar .

‘Are we meeting Harry there, Daddy?’ Penny asked, slipping her feet into blue sparkly trainers. Her Frozen backpack sat at her feet, full with toys which Louis knew she wouldn't need, but didn't have the heart to refuse his daughter.

‘Yes Pen-Pen, he had a work thing this morning, so he's on that side of London.’ Louis recalled their exchange a few hours prior, already looking forward to seeing the photographer. Just the fact that Harry was willing to spend time with both of them, set off a burst of butterflies in Louis’ stomach. It would send his mind blissfully dreaming about a future where this could be their little family unit.

The queue was short when they arrived at the ticket booths, but Harry was nowhere to be seen; the latest message Louis had sent was left unread. Trying not to think the worst, he checked the time on his phone; 9.50AM. They had ten minutes until the allotted check-in time expired, making Louis nervous. Pressing his phone to his ear, Louis opted to ring Harry, holding his breath as the line rang out. As the tone changed to Harry's voicemail, Louis hung up with a huff. In a flash of anger, he fired off a message straight away.

Hey. We're at the Zoo, where are you? We're waiting by the ticket booth xx

‘Where’s Harry, Daddy?’ Penny asked gently, scuffing the toe of her trainer into the ground. With a sigh, Louis dialled Harry a second time, hoping he was going to pick up this time around. His heart sank as the voicemail rang into Louis’ ear.

Hey, you've reached Harry Styles. Please leave your name and contact number after the beep, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Bye!

‘He should be here soon,’ Louis replied, hoping with everything that he had, that he hadn't just lied to his daughter. Checking his phone again, Louis frowned at the screen when he saw no messages from Harry.

The pair waited side by side, watching all the people pass through the entrance to the Zoo, wondering what had held up the curly haired man.

‘Is Harry not coming anymore?’ Penny asked, her bottom lip quivering as unshed tears built in her eyes. Louis’ heart clenched as anger coursed through him. Dialling Harry's number for the fourth time, he grunted in anger as he got the same voicemail. 

‘Where the fuck are you?’ Louis hissed under his breath, turning away so Penny couldn't hear him. ‘I swear to God , Harry, you'd better have a bloody good excuse for not being here!’ Schooling his expression, he turned back to Penny, crouching down so he was eye level with her. ‘Let's meet him inside, yeah? And if you're super good, I'll let you pick out a toy penguin.’

‘Ok, Daddy! I'm sure he'll be here soon.’ Penny smiled gently. Louis relaxed a touch as her sparkle started to return. Taking her little hand in his, he made his way through the turnstiles, letting the attendant know that a third person on his booking might arrive later.

‘Where to first, Pen-Pen?’ Louis asked, pulling up the park map on his phone. He usually had a systematic way of doing things when they were at the zoo, but given the circumstances, he wanted Penny to take the lead.

‘Penguins! Tell Harry to meet us at the penguins.’ She giggled, arms by her side as she stuck out her hands and began to waddle like a penguin. A burst of laughter peeled from Louis’ lips, loving her carefree attitude to life. Louis knew it was futile to let Harry know where they were; he had a horrible feeling that the photographer wasn't going to show up. Even though Harry had the audacity to hurt his daughter, Louis had every intention of turning it into a fun trip.

*

The rain started just as they reached the car, grateful for the shelter as they made their way home. As Louis flicked his eyes to the rearview mirror, he smiled at the sight of Penny clutching a fluffy baby penguin toy.

‘Did you have a good time, Pen-Pen?’

‘I did, Daddy. Thank you for taking me.’ Louis glanced at his rear view mirror, seeing a bright smile on her face. ‘It's a shame Harry didn't make it, though.’ Louis  coughed away the lump in his throat, rapidly blinking back the tears that were pooling in his eyes. His heart fractured at Penny's words, knowing she was disappointed that the photographer had stood them up.

Ever since Eleanor left, Louis had done everything he could to shelter Penny from hurt or pain. This was one of the reasons why Louis didn't want to introduce someone else to Penny, there was a higher risk of her getting hurt. Now, he had proof of it. Whatever he was doing with Harry, he couldn't do it anymore.

Pulling into their driveway, Louis’ breath caught in his throat as his eyes landed upon a crumpled figure sitting on his front door step, head in his hands. Conflicted between fury and concern, Louis swallowed down the pain in his heart. Anger bubbled inside him, fuming at the man who had upset both Tomlinson’s on the same day.

‘Daddy, it's Harry ! He must have gotten lost. This isn't the Zoo!’ Penny giggled, shaking her head in amusement. Louis growled quietly from where he sat in the driver's seat, mind swirling at the sheer audacity of the man. Louis couldn't understand how he could stand them up, then show up at their home unannounced.

Parking the car, Louis took his sweet time walking around the back of the car. He counted his footsteps to tamper down his emotions, feeling the photographer's eyes on him. Using every ounce of self control to ignore Harry, he opened the car door with shaking hands. Focusing on getting his daughter out of the car, he had not banked on her naturally forgiving nature as she bounded over to Harry, penguin in hand. ‘Harry, you missed the Zoo!’

Harry scrambled to his feet as she got closer, regret written all over his face. Louis kept his expression blank, not wanting Harry to know how much he was hurting. ‘Penny, I'm so -’

‘Penny, go inside please.’ Louis spoke curtly, cutting off Harry's apology as he steered Penny towards the door. Louis knew it was an empty apology; he just  needed to be away from the man before Harry could see how upset Louis was.

Harry started to walk towards Louis, as he noticed a strange dark mark under the photographer's left eye. Louis felt his demeanour slip momentarily at the red outline of Harry’s eyes, evidence that he'd been crying, but he was finding it hard to care too much when his daughter had been hurt.

‘Lou. Lou, please, ’ Harry croaked, stepping towards Louis, who held out a hand to stop him before he could get any closer.

‘Save it, Harry. Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it,’ Louis snapped, fishing his keys out of his pocket to unlock the front door. ‘We're done here. Feel free to leave.’

‘But -’ Before Harry could say anything else to excuse his poor behaviour, Louis spun on his heel, anger flaring across his face.

His voice turned into something unrecognisable, as a fire burned inside him. ‘If you let me down, Harry, that's one thing. But you let Penny down. I don’t think I can't forgive that.’ With a shake of his head, Louis turned to walk away. His heart was already breaking, so loudly that he feared Harry could hear the shards bouncing around his chest.

As Louis went to step inside the door, the sound of Harry’s voice came from behind him. ‘Louis. I was mugged .’ Louis froze, his blood going cold at the words. Turning back around to face the photographer, he saw a broken Harry crumple to his knees on the gravel, fresh tears streaming down his face. ‘I was jumped as I left the studio. My camera, my phone, my car keys… wallet. They took everything . I've been at the police station all day and I didn't know your number or anyone else's.’

Without thought, Louis dropped his hand from the small of Penny's back, rushing forwards and dropping to his knees in front of Harry, gathering him into his arms. Louis could feel the younger man trembling beneath him, arms folded into his chest as he continued to cry.

Louis pressed a kiss to Harry's forehead, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight to his chest. All of the previous anger had immediately vanished, replaced with an overwhelming sense of guilt and concern. ‘It’s ok darling, you’re safe now. It’s alright. Let’s go inside, you must be bloody freezing.’

‘When you're dry, we can make you a Tomlinson special! You can use my special plate, if you’d like,’ Penny piped up, dashing off further into the house.

Louis gently pulled Harry to his feet, keeping a protective arm around his waist as they walked through the front door. ‘We'd better make sure she doesn't burn the place down.’ Louis nodded towards the kitchen. With a sniff, Harry's lips curled up a touch, leaning a little against Louis’ side as they shuffled together down the hallway.

Harry chuckled wetly, kicking off his damp trainers as they made their way into the hall. Louis loved the compassion that his daughter showed, even though she didn't fully understand what was going on between them.

‘Where are you, Penny?’ Louis called out, seeing the kitchen empty.

‘Getting a towel!’ Penny called back, appearing moments later with one of her small, pink Disney Princess towels. 

Handing it to Harry, he dutifully wrapped it around his shoulders, the fabric barely reaching around him. ‘Thank you, Penny. That was very sweet of you.’

‘Good thinking, baby girl. But I think Harry needs something a little bigger than that.’ Louis gently took Harry’s hand, hating how cold his hand was. ‘Come on, let's get you a warm shower and into some dry clothes.’

‘Then we can make a Tomlinson special?’

‘Yes!’ Louis nodded at his daughter, keeping a hold on Harry. He could feel the photographer shaking with cold, desperately needing to get the man warm again. Once they were warm and fed, Louis knew they needed to talk. 

‘Daddy bought the good sausages, too!’ Penny called after them, making the pair burst into a fit of giggles. Steering them into Louis’ ensuite, he quickly grabbed a large bath sheet and a smaller head towel from the airing cupboard.

‘I really am sorry, Lou,’ Harry mumbled quietly, as Louis set about fixing the temperature in the shower, ensuring it was just the right side of warm; the last thing he wanted was to send Harry into shock.

‘I know, darling,’ Louis cooed, taking Harry’s hands in his own, drawing soothing circles on the back with his thumbs. ‘It's ok, I promise. Let's just get you all warmed up for now, okay? I don’t want you to get ill.’ Harry nodded, pulling out of Louis’ grip so he could shed his wet clothes. ‘You enjoy, I'll go start on dinner with Penny. Throw your clothes in the sink, I'll leave you some of my clothes on the bed.’ 

As Harry nodded in reply, Louis laid out some clean joggers, t-shirt, and a hoodie on the edge of his bed, adding some boxers and fluffy socks for good measure. With a heavy sigh, he closed his bedroom door behind him to give Harry some privacy.

Louis slowly walked back to the kitchen, his heart hurting from the turmoil that he knew Harry was going through. Composing himself, Louis opted to busy his mind with dinner prep. ‘Is Harry OK, Daddy?’ Penny's voice pulled him from his thoughts, appearing beside Louis into the kitchen a moment later. Skipping across the room, she grabbed her apron and pulled it over her head.

Louis loved her innocent view on the world, not truly understanding what Harry had gone through. ‘He will be alright, he was just a bit cold from being caught in the rain. Once he's had a shower and put dry clothes on, he'll be ok.’

‘You sure, Daddy? Harry looked very sad.’ Penny frowned at him, twisting her hands in front of her body. Knowing she was a little attuned to what was going on, he knelt beside her, a hand on her shoulder.

‘I think some very mean people took some things that belonged to Harry, which is why he couldn't meet us at the zoo.’

‘Was it a boy? The boys at my school can be mean.’ She scrunched up her nose, her innocence warming his heart. Louis pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Louis hoped that she always kept such a colourful view of the world, so hopeful and positive.

‘It might have been, baby girl. I think the police will investigate.’

‘They'll find the bad guys Daddy, they always do. Then they'll throw them in jail!’ She finished with a flourish, turning her hand into the air, mimicking a key turning in a lock.

Louis chuckled, proud of how smart and astute his daughter was. ‘That's right, Pen-Pen.’ He wasn't sure how long it would take for the criminals to be reprimanded, or whether they'd ever be caught. But he wasn't going to explain the justice system to Penny just yet.

‘What did they take, Daddy?’ Penny asked, confusion twisting her lips as she stared expectantly back at him. 

Before Louis could respond, a familiar voice broke the silence. ‘The mean people took my camera, my phone and my car.’ Harry's voice filtered through the kitchen, still a little hoarse from his tears. As Louis turned, he felt his heart flush warm as Harry stood there, looking incredibly soft in Louis’ clothes, the arms of Louis’ hoodie pulled low over his knuckles. 

‘I'm sorry the mean boys took your stuff, Harry.’ Clambering off Louis’ lap, Penny stepped up to Harry, wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a cuddle. Harry glanced at Louis, tears building in his eyes before Louis nodded back. In an instant, Harry hugged her back, lowering to his knees so he could hold her properly. ‘Daddy said cuddles make it all better.’

‘He's not wrong,’ Harry whispered, voice thick with emotion, eyes closing as he tucked his nose into the side of Penny's head. Louis felt the butterflies igniting in his stomach as he watched the pair, knowing he was falling fast for this incredible man. If he wasn't careful, those words would slip out much sooner than anticipated.

*

‘What book would you like to read?’ Louis asked, kneeling beside the book case, readying himself to read something that he probably knew by heart. Bathtime had thankfully become a much smoother affair, but Louis was very much looking forward to when Penny had her cast removed in a few weeks’ time.

‘Actually…could Harry read to me tonight? Please?’ Penny asked, looking a little nervous as she tucked Elsa under her nose. Louis hid his surprise, nodding at Penny as he got to his feet, making sure the duvet was straightened out so he had something to hide the shaking in his hands.

‘I'll ask, Pen-Pen. He's had a tough day, so he might not want to read. But I'll ask, ok?’ Setting his expectations as best he could, Louis waited for Penny to confirm she understood, before stepping back into the living room. 

Louis’ heart fluttered as he took in the sight of Harry curled up on his sofa, his ankles curled up underneath him as his focus remained on whatever random programme was playing on the television.

‘Hey,’ Louis called softly, trying not to startle the younger man. Harry’s gaze snapped to him with a curious expression. 

Harry’s lips curled into a small smile as Louis approached him. ‘Everything ok?’

‘Yeah, erm… Penny has asked if you could read her a bedtime story tonight?’ He asked, voice tingling with nerves. ‘It’s ok if you'd rather not,’ he added hurriedly, not wanting to make the photographer feel like he had any obligation to do what Penny wanted.

‘No, it’s ok! I don't mind.’ Harry smiled gently, slowly getting to his feet. Seeing Harry dressed in his clothes was sending Louis’ heart all aflutter.

‘You sure?’

‘Course, it'll be a nice distraction.’ Harry nodded, kissing Louis quickly on the lips before disappearing down the hall to Penny's bedroom. He could hear the soft exchange of voices, before familiar words drifted down the hallway; Harry’s comforting drawl repeating the words that Louis had read countless times before.

Risking a glance, he tiptoed towards Penny’s room, peeking through the small crack in the doorway. Penny was curled up to Harry’s side, as he held the book in his lap, legs stretched out in front of him. Feeling a lump brewing at the back of his throat, Louis rapidly blinked away the tears that were starting to form in his eyes, scurrying away from Penny's door before he could be spotted.

Fifteen minutes later, Harry appeared back in the living room, yawning widely. ‘She's asleep. I tucked her in and left the door ajar, hope that's OK?’

‘That's perfect, darling. Thank you.’ Louis took a deep breath, recalling the weight of his previous conversation with Penny about Harry. ‘She really likes you, you know?’ Louis knew, today of all days, he couldn't tell Harry about the Papa comment, but he knew he would when the time was right.

‘You have a pretty amazing kid, Lou. I adore her so much, which sounds a bit weird when I say it out loud.’ Harry chuckled nervously, slinking back down on the sofa next to Louis.

Louis nodded, holding out his arm. ‘Not at all. I get it.’ A second later, Harry had crawled into the space, burying his nose into Louis’ chest. Harry had said very little about his ordeal, but Louis wasn't sure if he wanted the opportunity to talk through it all or not.

‘Do you want to talk about it? What happened to you?’ Louis asked carefully, his fingers slowly carding through Harry's soft hair, the movement sending wafts of Louis’ shampoo to his nostrils. 

‘Maybe. Yes? Erm…I'm not sure,’ Harry mumbled, shrugging a shoulder. Louis opted not to press, deciding to try a more practical approach, until Harry wanted to talk; even if he didn’t.

‘It’s ok, you don't have to talk if you don't want to. Do you need me to do anything? Call a locksmith? Find a car rental? Hire a hitman?’ Louis pulled out his phone, ready to Google anyone that Harry might need, money no object.

‘I had to call the locksmith as soon as I got back from the police station.’ Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘Had to change the keys to my flat and the studio.’

Louis’ brain pinged with a bright idea, immediately closing the locksmith search tab on his phone. ‘Do you need a spare phone?’ 

Harry paused for a moment, twirling the string of Louis’ hoodie round his finger. ‘Oh erm, actually that would be really helpful.’

Louis tried to recall his last phone, knowing it was sitting in a box in his wardrobe. ‘I think I have an iPhone 14 upstairs? I upgraded to the 16 and Penny is too young to benefit from my cast off just yet.’ He was not going to send Penny to school with a mobile phone at her age, even if older children in the school had one.

‘Thanks Lou. I'll claim a new one on my insurance, but it would be helpful to get back online. Especially for work.’ Just the thought of Harry going back to work made Louis’ stomach tense in discomfort. 

‘I'll get it in a second, darling. I hope you're going to take some time off? Do you have a camera?’

Harry sighed, clearing his throat before he spoke with a crack in his voice. ‘Yeah, I have a couple of admin days planned, but a rest is a good idea. Obviously I've lost Helena, but I do have a back up. It's not as good, but it's not bad.’

‘OK.’ Louis felt light relief that Harry wasn't going to immediately go back to work, giving him time to recoupe before going back. ‘If you want to use my phone before then, just say.’

‘Thank you. I just need you right now, if… if that's ok?’ Harry shifted so he could see Louis, wide green eyes blinking up at him. Louis’ heart bloomed, those three words hovering in the back of his mind. Nobody had ever told him that they needed him before, at least, not outside of the bedroom. 

Louis couldn't help but beam at the photographer. ‘Of course, love. Whatever you need.’ 

‘Just need you.’ Harry smiled softly, humming contentedly as Louis ducked his head for a kiss. It held no heat, just emotion, letting Harry know he was there , and that he had no intention of going anywhere. More than ever, Louis felt a need to protect Harry. He felt it almost as fiercely as he felt his parental instincts. Harry was so important to him, it was as overwhelming and scary as it was comforting and natural.

As the closing credits appeared on the screen, Louis glanced down to see that Harry had fallen asleep, soft puffs of air bursting from between pursed lips. He knew there was no way that he could wake Harry, not after the day he'd had.

Unable to bring himself to worry too much about the consequences, Louis picked Harry up bridal style, carrying him to his bedroom. Gently, he laid Harry down on the usually unoccupied side of his bed, pulling the duvet up to Harry's chest. 

He would just deal with Penny’s questions in the morning. 

Chapter Text

Fourteen.

‘ Shit !’ 

In the blurry state of mind between sleep and awake, Louis heard Harry hiss in alarm. The sudden noise made the older man open his eyelids barely a millimeter, mainly to make sure that no-one was injured nor his house was on fire.

Satisfied that the emergency services were not required, Louis reached out an arm for Harry, trying his best to pull the photographer back into the comfortable spooning position he had been enjoying.

Harry tried to shift away from Louis, muscles tense as nerves practically radiated from his body. With a soft sigh, Louis blinked slowly as he tried to adjust to the morning light filtering through a break in his bedroom curtains. He was certain that he knew why the photographer was so concerned, but he wanted to comfort Harry with touch whilst his brain was too foggy to come up with proper words.

‘Shh, it’s too early to be freaking out, darling,’ Louis whispered, his voice coming out gruff as he tried for a second time to pull Harry back against his body, already missing the comfort and warmth. ‘Come back here.’

‘But Penny…’ Harry whispered nervously, still doing his best to keep a bit of distance between them as he nodded his head towards Louis' bedroom door. Louis’ heart clenched, feeling guilty that he'd put Harry in this position. 

‘It'll be fiiiiiine ,’ Louis mumbled sleepily, burrowing further into the duvet as he shuffled forwards, wanting to feel his chest against Harry’s back. Louis’ lips curled into a soft smile as Harry finally stopped squirming with a resolute sigh, shoulders lowering an inch or two. ‘She'll be ok with it. Penny likes you, H.’

Deep down, Louis knew that he should've spoken to Penny first and made absolutely sure that she was okay with Harry staying in her house. But, after the previous day's events, the last thing that Louis wanted was for Harry to be alone. 

‘Are you sure?’ Harry whispered, his voice shaking with nerves as he turned to face Louis. Reaching up, the blue eyed man cradled Harry’s jaw with one hand. Louis loved how much concern Harry had for his daughter, even though they were still in the very early stages of their relationship.

Louis nodded, watching as the furrow of Harry’s brow started to straighten out. ‘Mm-hmm. Now, it's cuddle time, not worry time.’ The last thing Louis wanted was for the photographer to panic further, his gut instinct telling him that Penny would most likely be fine with Harry spending the night. 

As if the universe could hear him, moments later a small voice broke his thoughts.

‘Daddy?’ Penny called through the door, followed by a gentle knock rapping against the wood. Louis groaned into his pillow, wishing for once that his daughter would sleep in, especially when he had Harry in his bed. ‘Are you awake?’ Glancing over at his alarm clock, he huffed as he saw it was only 6.30am.

‘No…’ Louis muttered quietly, taking a deep breath before opening his eyes properly. Clearing his throat, he plastered a smile on his face before calling out, ‘yes baby, come in.’

‘But, Lou!’ Harry gasped, body tensing again, eyes flying wide before shifting away. The loss of heat made Louis pout; a proper pout that displayed his dissatisfaction. A moment later, Penny appeared in the doorway, rubbing one eye with a fist as she tucked Elsa behind her cast.

‘Harry?’ Penny blinked in surprise, glancing at the photographer before a smile crept over her face. Louis knew in that moment that Harry had nothing to fear. ‘Did you have a sleepover with Daddy?’ Penny giggled in amusement as she skipped over to Louis’ side of the bed, eyes on Harry.

‘I did, Penny. I'm sorry, I didn't get time to ask you if it was OK for me to stay.’ His voice was thick with sincerity, shifting so he was sitting with his back against the headboard. Penny watched him curiously, the apology making Louis’ heart melt. ‘I fell asleep on the sofa, so your Daddy brought me in here so I didn't hurt my back.’

‘That's ok, Harry. I don't mind if you stay!’ Penny grinned, her innocence warming Louis' heart. ‘If I falls asleep on the sofa, Daddy puts me to bed. Sometimes I use Malcolm as a pillow.’ She clambered up onto the bed, settling cross-legged in the space between their feet at the bottom of the duvet.

‘He's a good Daddy,’ Harry mused with a smile, making Louis blush scarlet as he averted his gaze from them both. It wasn't often that he heard such high praise from anyone other than Lottie. He often assured himself that he was doing his best, which is all any parent can do.

‘He is.’ Penny nodded with a toothy grin, clutching Elsa to her chest. Louis felt a flush of warmth spread through him at their words. Penny shifted, brow furrowing with a question clearly forming in her mind. ‘Are you and Harry boyfriends now? Does he live with us?’ Louis’ mouth fell open at the brevity, breath catching in his throat and rendering him speechless.

‘Erm…ha…boy…live…what?’ Harry stammered, stumbling his way through Penny's questions with inelegant broken words.

Snapping back into reality, Louis realised he needed to save poor Harry from what could easily become a long session of Penny's Question Time . ‘Come on nosey, let's go and make some breakfast whilst Harry wakes up.’ To Louis’ relief, the mention of breakfast was enough to get Penny moving off the bed.

‘Daddy makes the best pancakes! With chocolate chips or blueberries; you can pick which you want!’ Penny giggled as she bounced on the spot, head whipping round as a thunder of paws came from down the hallway. Louis groaned, running a hand down his face as their departure was yet again delayed.

‘Big M!’ Harry chuckled as the bundle of golden curls dashed into the room, jumping up on Harry’s side of the bed. Big front paws splayed across the duvet as Malcolm tried his best to lick Harry's face in greeting. Whilst Harry was happy to entertain him, Louis was not prepared to make a habit of allowing him on the bed.

‘Malcolm!’ Louis scolded softly in warning, raising his eyebrows at the labradoodle. He huffed as the dog happily barked back at him, wagging his tail to let Louis know that he had no intention of moving. He could understand it, he would want to be the full focus of Harry’s attention too. ‘Come on, you big lump, I'll let you outside. Pen-Pen, you can help me with breakfast.’ 

Finally peeling himself from the warmth of his duvet, Louis ushered his little family towards the kitchen before he turned back to Harry, wishing more than anything that he could just get back into bed and curl up with his boy. ‘Don't rush, babe. Get up when you're ready.’ 

Remembering that he had offered Harry his old phone the night before, Louis stepped into his walk-in wardrobe, looking for the small white box. Shifting a couple of boxes, he found his old mobile phone hidden behind them, plugging it in to charge in the socket next to the bed.

Harry reached out and covered Louis’ hand with his own, squeezing softly. ‘Thank you,’ Harry whispered, eyes full of gratitude, both of them wishing they could show it. Louis was secretly enjoying that he had someone to look after who wasn't his daughter.  

Letting Malcolm out into the garden, Louis opened his fridge and stared inside, wondering what type of pancakes to make. Before he could decide, a voice came from behind him. 

‘Are you making blue pancakes, Daddy?’ Penny's eyes sparkled as she giggled, tucking Elsa into her own chair at the table before reaching for her apron. ‘With princess juice?’ she asked, tucking the apron over her head.

‘As you wish, my lady,’ Louis replied with a regal-sounding accent, bowing to Penny before grabbing the milk and the apple juice from the fridge. Finding the plastic glitter cup that he used especially for his daughter's ‘princess juice’, Louis got to work pouring them both a glass before stepping into the pantry to look for the flour; sous chef in toe.

‘Did Harry really fall asleep on the sofa?’ Penny's pointed question stopped Louis in his tracks as he was halfway reaching up to the top shelf, heart pounding in his ears, slightly fearful to meet his daughter's eye. Louis wasn't quite sure what he was expecting to see in her eyes, but a soft, teasing smile wasn't it. He expected questions, of course he did, but there was a softness in her expression that told him everything was OK.

‘Yes, he did,’ Louis answered honestly, clutching onto the glass jar of flour as if his life depended on it. Whatever question his daughter asked, Louis had always vowed to answer as honestly as he was able. He'd enjoyed an open and honest relationship with his mum, and fought to give Penny the same; ensuring there were no secrets between the pair.

‘It's ok if you wanted him to sleep over in your bed Daddy. I don't mind.’ His heart felt so full seeing how accepting his daughter was, considering Louis had never even introduced her to a partner before. 

In normal circumstances, he probably wouldn't have even thought about introducing Harry to his little girl just yet. Not until he was completely sure about where his relationship with Harry was actually going. Louis couldn’t hold back the smile that curled at the edge of his lips, feeling so proud of his little girl. ‘It wasn't intentional though, Pen-Pen.’

‘But that's what boyfriends do, don't they Daddy? Sleep in the same bed?’ Her brows knitted together, leaving Louis unsure how to answer her. She'd never seen anyone in his bed, except maybe Zayn on one occasion, and that was many years ago now.

‘Well, yes…’ Amongst many, many other things, he mused in his head.

‘So it's OK if Harry stays.’ She nodded firmly, spinning round so Louis could tie the back of her apron. He was pleased to finally have the confirmation he needed from her to allow Harry into their lives a little bit more.

‘You know I wouldn't make Harry a more… permanent fixture in our lives unless you were happy about it, right?’ Louis added gently as he tied the plastic strings together. Turning Penny to face him, he crouched down in front of her so they were the same height. 

‘I know, Daddy. I like Harry. I already tolded you!’ Penny rolled her eyes playfully, shaking her head at her father. ‘He can stay and play with me and Malcolm.’

‘Ok, Pen-Pen.’ His heart bloomed at the confirmation, secretly hoping that this could pave the way for more sleepovers. Even if they would potentially be PG for a while.

‘You didn't answer my question, though …Is Harry your boyfriend?’ Louis noticed a shadow slowly appear in his peripheral vision, a smile curling at his lips as he kept his gaze on his daughter, innocent eyes blinking back at him as he got to his feet. 

‘Not quite yet, but I think it's going that way.’ Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head before he stepping away to weigh out the ingredients.

‘Hey, Tomlinson’s.’ Harry smiled, making his presence known. Penny gave an excitable squeal as he ruffled her hair softly, giving Louis’ hip an affectionate squeeze as he passed. ‘Shall I put the kettle on?’

‘Oh, please, darling! I'm gasping for a cuppa,’ Louis chuckled, helping Penny wash her unplastered hand before they started to make the pancake batter. Glancing up, Louis caught Harry’s eye, the sparkle behind the green letting him know that Harry had heard every word that the blue eyed man had said to Penny.

‘Why did you call Harry “ darling ”?’ Penny scrunched her nose as she emptied the blueberries into the small colander, holding them under a blast of cold water to wash them.

‘Because he is,’ Louis cooed, pursing his lips at Harry, watching the photographer blush scarlet at his words; he really was the most adorable and endearing man that Louis had ever met. Even though his daughter was stood underneath him, Louis was struggling to tear his eyes away from the beautiful green, a warmth of domesticity wrapping itself around them all. A pang went through Louis’ heart at the sensation, a realisation that a family was within his reach for the first time. Everything he'd dreamed about, but never thought he would have, felt like it was within reach.

‘Come on you,’ Harry chuckled, affectionately ruffling Penny's hair as he dispelled the atmosphere, clearly sensing a need to soften the air around them, thick with emotion from the two men. ‘Those pancakes wont make themselves. I've heard they're legendary !’

‘Ok, you'll have to close your eyes though. Daddy doesn't like anyone to know his secret ingredient.’ As second later, she theatrically screwed her eyes shut, Harry's eyes fluttering closed a moment later with an amused giggle. Louis embraced the opportunity, leaning over and placing a soft kiss to Harry's lips, so gentle that Penny would be unaware, feeling the photographer smile as he stepped back. Harry slowly peaked one eye open, a beaming smile on his face making Louis’ heart flutter.

Pressing a finger to his lips, Louis indicated for Harry to stay quiet as he reached for the cupboard, picking out a container of cinnamon sugar and sprinkling it onto the dry ingredients. With a nod, Harry closed his eyes again, dimples popping as he bit down on his lower lip to hold back a smile.

‘Ok, I'm ready!’ Louis sang, as Penny excitedly opened her eyes and stared at the mixing bowl, hoping to suddenly know what Louis’ secret ingredient was. 

‘Ready for milk and eggs?’

‘Yes, Daddy.’ Penny bounced on the spot, holding the colander tightly. Slowly, Louis whisked the wet ingredients into the dry, moving slow to keep as much air in the batter as possible. Once the batter was mixed, Penny scooped up a handful of blueberries, dropping them haphazardly amongst the bubbles in the batter. Heating the pan, Louis did a final mix of the batter before moving the bowl to the side of the hob.

Turning to Penny, Louis figured it was safer to keep her away from the hob. ‘Why don't you two pour us some princess juice whilst I do this bit?’ 

As Harry and Penny set the table, Louis grinned to himself as he listened to the pair chatting away.

‘Do you know, Theo in my class has two mummies. And he's super happy.’ Louis held back a laugh at the brevity of Penny’s words, knowing how much meaning they held for the five year old.

‘Theo?’ As Louis glanced over his shoulder, Harry frowned, looking confused.

‘Theo, he's in my class at school, Harry! The one you made look good in your photos!’ Penny giggled, the sound of Harry choking on saliva breaking through her laughter. Louis whirled round, receiving an assuring nod before he carried on with the cooking.

‘Oh yes, that one,’ Harry rasped, running a hand through his hair. His curls bobbed around his fingers, making them look even more disheveled. It was one of Louis’ favourite looks on Harry; shorts hanging low on his hips, one of Louis’ hoodies hiding those gorgeous torso tattoos.

‘I don't mind having two daddies. Well, a Daddy and a Papa. You'd be my Papa, Harry, as I already have a Daddy.’ As Louis placed the first plate of pancakes down on the table, the photographer glanced up at Louis, tears evidently pooling in his eyes as Louis offered his own watery smile, with an almost imperceptible nod. 

He would be more than happy for Harry to be Penny's Papa. One day.

Once the pancakes had been demolished, including a rogue pancake or two that made its way into Malcolm's belly, Penny skipped off to her bedroom to get ready for the day. Louis had been so proud of how easily she'd adjusted to getting dressed with a cast on, barely needing his help anymore.

‘Papa?’ Harry’s emotional voice came from the kitchen table, taking Louis by surprise. Glancing over at Harry, Louis felt his heart gather pace, stepping closer to the curly haired man.

‘I'm sorry, Harry. I know that's a big thing to say, she's only five. She doesn't quite know what she's -’ Louis rambled, as Harry’s expression slowly turned into a frown, worry lines appearing between his brows. Louis felt his stomach tighten, panic rising in his chest. Suddenly, it felt like there was a gulf between them; a far cry from the soft, warm man who had woken up in his bed a few hours before.

‘It's so early on, Lou.’ His response startled the older man, who had assumed that Harry was harbouring happy tears from Penny's admission. Regret started to pour through his veins, beginning to think he'd read Harry wrong all along. Every insecurity in Louis’ heart threatened to bubble to the surface like needles.

‘I'm… I'm sorry.’ Louis hung his head, unable to look Harry in the eye. His heart sank, realisation dawning that Harry didn't want to be a part of it. Not his little family; not in the way that Louis had dreamed.

Harry reached up and scratched the back of his head, lips twisted uncomfortably as the animator twisted further into himself. ‘I mean, we’re not even boyfriends yet. How could she possibly think…’ Harry took a step backwards, increasing the space between them by what felt like miles.

‘Penny likes you. I like you,’ Louis stammered, his heart beginning to ache. He wanted to reach out, hold the photographer and keep him close. But he knew that was desperate, showing a needy part of him that felt ugly in that moment.

Harry's voice came out as barely a whisper. Swirls of green had turned dark, almost mossy in the light of his kitchen. ‘It's only been a couple of months, Louis.’ Just the fact that Harry had fully named him made him feel a bit nauseous.

Louis’ hands clenched into fists, already feeling that Harry was out of the door. ‘I know, darling. I'm sor-’

‘I should go. I need to go,’ Harry stammered, gathering up his phone and keys, still dressed in Louis’ clothes. Harry's words caused a shiver to flow through Louis, the closeness he once felt now melting into something cold and unfamiliar.

He'd scared Harry away. He was losing him.

‘Harry, please…’ Louis pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. He didn't want Harry to leave, he wanted him to stay and talk it through. Louis had stupidly thought they meant enough to each other to do that. 

Harry pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, the gesture feeling like he was saying goodbye. ‘I'm sorry.’

Louis bit back a sob, heart aching for the little girl who had no idea what was unfolding behind the kitchen door. ‘What do I…What do I tell Penny?’ 

‘Tell her I had to sort my flat out? Or that I went to get a new phone or call the leasing company about the car,’ Harry rambled, unable to look Louis in the eye.

‘Harry, what the fuck…’ Louis hissed, heartbreak turning to anger and frustration as Harry made his way to the door, silently pleading with the photographer to stay. ‘Please tell me why are you leaving?’

‘I just need some time. I'll speak to you soon.’ 

‘What -’ before Louis could respond, Harry had closed the door behind him, leaving Louis standing alone in the hallway with just the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. Hurt scorched at his chest as he stared at the closed door, internally fighting an array of emotions. Most of all, he was confused, unsure what he had done wrong.

‘Daddy?’ Penny spoke gently, tugging his arm. Louis jumped, not even hearing her footsteps approach. ‘You OK? Where’s Harry?’ Louis swallowed thickly, schooling his expression as best he could before facing his daughter. 

How could he even begin to explain this, when he didn't even know himself?

‘He… he had to pop home sweetheart. Could you do me a favour please?’ Penny nodded, even though her eyes gave away that she didn't quite believe him. ‘Could you please get my phone, it's … it's on the kitchen worktop?’

‘Sure Daddy.’ She smiled, letting go of Louis and rushing into the kitchen, Malcolm trotting behind in excitement. Seconds later, she reappeared and pushed the phone into his hand. ‘Can I go watch TV?’ In that moment, he loved that she was still a little bit oblivious to the world around her, praying that innocence lasted as long as possible.

‘Yes baby girl.’ He nodded with a tight smile, waiting until she disappeared around the corner until he hit speed dial number three.

‘Hey Lou, you ok?’ Zayn's breezy, upbeat voice came down the line, opening the floodgates as Louis’ knees gave way and he sank to the hallway floor.

‘Z…’ Louis sobbed, fingers flying up to cover his mouth to muffle the sound as best as he could. His chest burned with the pain of what had occurred in the last half an hour, his mind doing a complete 180. 

Zayn's response was instant; short and determined. ‘I'm on my way.’

*

‘Here, babe.’ Zayn pushed the hot cup of tea in front of him, Louis’ eyes fixed on a random mark in the wood. His whole body felt so heavy, he wasn't sure how Zayn even managed to pick him up off the floor. He was so grateful his best friend had a key to his home. ‘So, talk me through it.’

‘Did Li tell you about the mugging?’ Zayn nodded in reply, remaining silent as he sipped at his own tea. He watched Louis with a glint in his eye, one that Louis recognised as the love and protective instinct that he held for the Tomlinson’s. ‘So, Harry spent the night here, spur of the moment type thing.’ Louis shrugged, hands clasping around his mug. He took a deep sigh before continuing. ‘This morning, over breakfast, Penny told Harry that Theo had two mummies. She also told him that she'd be happy if he was her Papa.’

‘That's fucking adorable,’ Zayn gushed, lips curling into a small smile. The smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared, when realisation began to dawn on him. ‘But Harry wasn’t happy about that?’

‘No. Well, I thought he was at first, but then he completely freaked out and left without more than a few words. I mean, what am I going to tell Pen? I don't know if he's ever coming ba-’ Louis trailed off, a tear running down his cheek as the lump in his throat stopped any more words from coming out.

Zayn rounded the table in an instant, wrapping his arms around Louis, holding him tightly as more tears began to fall. ‘I know, babe. I’m so sorry,’ Zayn whispered, stroking Louis’ hair as the familiar Bradford drawl soothed Louis a little.

Taking a few gulps of air to steady his breathing, he angrily swiped at the tears falling down his cheeks. His sadness was evolving into anger, his fatherly protective streak coming to the fore. ‘She's only five, she didn't know what she was saying. But he… he just left. Didn't talk, didn't say a word. Just freaked the fuck out and left.’

The raven-haired man snorted angrily. ‘He's a twat , that's what he is.’ Zayn shook his head slowly, his hair tickling at Louis’ chin. He allowed himself to enjoy the comfort of his best friend's hold, so grateful that he had the right village around him.

‘I get it, though. Me and Pen, we're… we're a lot. A package deal.’ Louis was so glad that Liam had taken Penny out, meaning he could speak freely without fear of being overheard. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel that she was unwanted in any way, shape or form.

Zayn's expression tightened as he held Louis at arms length. ‘No, don't do that. Don't act like either of you are a burden, Lou!’

‘But we -’ Louis began.

‘ No .’ Zayn cut him off firmly, lips forming a thin line in what Louis knew was his I'm not taking any shit teacher expression. ‘I refuse to sit here and let you fall into the spiraling thought process currently going through your head. You and Penny are the best people I know! She's your daughter, Louis, a part of you. If Harry can't accept that, or doesn't want any part of that, then he needs to take a very long walk off a very short pier.’

‘When we went for dinner, he said such wonderful things about me and Penny.’ Louis sighed, running a hand through his hair, as Zayn slowly released Louis from his grip. ‘Then he does that .’

‘Maybe the emotion of the last 24 hours caught up with him? Being called Papa is a big thing, and you two aren't exactly official.’ Louis knew Zayn was trying to rationalise, but it only amplified the feelings going through him.

Louis huffed, folding his arms across his chest. ‘I wanted us to be. I didn't even mention the Papa thing, that was all Penny. I told her I'd hope he would be my boyfriend soon. That was all.’ 

Zayn frowned. ‘And he heard that?’

Louis nodded, his stomach sinking even further. ‘Yeah, that bit he heard.’

‘Maybe he was just overwhelmed?’ 

Louis wished he could believe that, but the Harry he thought he knew, would have stayed and talked it through. ‘But he didn't talk, Z. Just fled.’

Zayn’s lips tightened a second time, nostrils flaring in anger. ‘That was a shitty move, no doubt about it.’

Louis sniffed, the anger subsiding and the hurt swirling around his chest once more. ‘He said he needed time. I told Penny he'd be back soon.’

‘Oh, Lou.’

‘I don't even know if he's going to come back.’ As unshed tears started to blur his vision, Louis screwed his eyes closed to stop them from falling. ‘He's the first guy I've ever felt this strongly for, enough that it scares the ever living shit out of me, then he does this. Penny loved having him here.’

Zayn reached for Louis’ hand, squeezing it gently. His soft touch was a stark contrast to his tone. ‘But I'm telling you now, if I see him anywhere near my school, I'll ram that camera so far up his arse, he'll be able to take photos of the inside of his nose.’

Louis snorted at the image, no doubt in his mind that Zayn would attack Harry with his own camera. ‘Love you, Z.’ He smiled softly, grateful that his friend could draw out a smile even when he felt like his heart was shattered all over the kitchen floor.

‘Love you too, boo.’

Chapter Text

Fifteen.

When Louis woke the next morning, his heart sank when he saw there were no missed calls or messages from the photographer, the lack of contact not softening the blow of the previous days’ events. His heart still felt bruised from Harry's behaviour, yet he still wanted the photographer to make any form of contact.

Unable to face work, Louis called in sick, leaving little more to do during the day than take Penny to school. That small task was the only one which he had the mental capacity to fully achieve. After that, he was free to go home and wallow in self pity for as long as he wanted.

Louis knew his own mind. When he was this distressed, he took time away from work as he knew his productivity would be poor. So, when he returned home from the school run, Louis found some crappy rom-com on Netflix and made himself a tea and a big bowl of warm popcorn mixed with peanut M&Ms before cocooning himself in a blanket on the sofa.

As Louis took a comforting sip of his tea, he almost startled as the doorbell rang. There were no deliveries due, and he knew he wasn't expecting visitors. With an annoyed huff, he paused the film and tucked his popcorn bowl onto the side table before trudging up the hallway. Without bothering to check who was behind the door, he pulled it wide open, body tensing as soon as he saw who his morning visitor was.

‘Hi.’ A quiet, broken voice came from behind a huge bouquet of flowers; an array of colours that slowly lowered to reveal the one person he didn't want to see. Louis struggled to find words, blinking at the sight of Harry standing before him. 

His eyes were bloodshot, like he'd been crying for a long time; dark circles shaded beneath a dull green. Heart hammering in his chest, Louis stared at the hunched figure before him. Wordlessly, Louis reached for the door, closing it in the photographer’s face before letting out a shuddery breath. He rested his hand against the wood, trying his best to stop it from shaking.

A moment later, a gentle knock came from the other side of the wood.

‘Lou, please let me in,’ Harry called, voice dripping with desperation. ‘We need to talk. I'm so sorry for what I did! Please let me come inside, I don't want to do this on the doorstep.’

‘Go away, Harry,’ Louis shouted towards the door. His legs gave way, back colliding with the door before he crumpled and slid to the floor; he was not in the right frame of mind to deal with Harry.

‘No.’ Came the firm reply from the other side of the wood. ‘I fucked up majestically yesterday and I won't leave until you at least talk to me.’ 

Louis scoffed, rolling his eyes as his head fell back against the door with a thud. ‘Well fucking get comfortable Styles , because that door is staying shut!’

‘I'll wait for as long as it takes, Lou. Even if you won't open the door now, I'll sit here until you do.’ Harry's words lodged in his chest like a fist. He wasn't quite sure how long Harry would be prepared to wait, but it seemed that Harry was determined.

With a groan, Louis got to his feet, walking away from the door and making his way to the living room. Part of him wanted to test whether Harry was bluffing, another part really didn't want to see Harry and feel the hurt all over again.

An hour later, all the popcorn consumed and Louis’ body feeling infinitely heavier, he got up from the sofa with the intention of making a drink until the doorbell rang again. With a scowl, Louis stomped over to the front door, throwing it open.

‘What now ?’ Louis’ face fell at the sight of the postman, who looked rather sheepish at Louis’ outburst. ‘Sorry, Mike. Thought you were someone else.’

‘No worries, Louis. Here's your mail!’ As the postie stepped aside, Louis spotted Harry sitting on the bottom step, head in his hands.

Louis folded his arms across his chest. ‘Did you leave and come back?’ The sting was still evident in his voice, but the tone made Harry's neck snap up.

‘No. My arse is numb and I really need a wee.’ Harry shrugged a shoulder, pulling his arms further around himself. ‘But I said I'd stay here until we talk, and I meant it.’ Louis was surprised that he had stuck to his word, schooling his expression so that Harry didn't notice.

Sighing resolutely, Louis stepped back, holding the front door wide open. ‘Urgh, fine! Come inside before you leave a mess on my front door step.’ 

‘Thank you, thank you, thank you .’ Harry muttered, thrusting the huge bouquet of flowers into Louis’ arms and running through the house to the bathroom; clearly what Louis thought was a ruse, was actually true. Whilst Harry was in there, Louis chanced a glance down at the flowers; a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers and pink and purple dhalias.

Knowing he couldn't take his anger out on the flowers, Louis moved into the kitchen to find a vase. Harry had made the perfect choices for the flowers, even more so because Louis never received any. People regularly assumed he was too masculine for flowers, but truth be told, he loved a fresh bouquet on his kitchen table.

As he trimmed the last stem, Harry appeared in the doorway, looking as crumpled as the sweatshirt he was wearing. 

‘I really am sorry for hurting you, Lou. You and Penny.’ The words sounded so sincere, but Louis was struggling to see through the hurt in his heart. He had so many conflicting feelings running through his body, making his head feel a little spacey.

Louis folded his arms across his chest, straightening his spine as he turned to face Harry. ‘Right.’

The tension remained thick between them, as Harry grasped at the back of one of the breakfast stools for purchase. ‘I want to explain why I reacted that way and 

… hopefully show you that I can be better.’

Louis scoffed indignantly. ‘What can you say that will make any of it better? What words can you possibly use, to make me trust that you won't do this again in the future?’ Louis kept his stance firm, arms tightening across his chest.

Harry gulped, blinking at Louis before he spoke again. ‘I can only show you, Lou. Prove to you both that I made a huge mistake.’

‘I don't make mistakes with my daughter's heart, Harry. Fuck me over all you want, but I will not let you hurt her. Not even for a second.’ Louis’ voice became strained as the anger fired through him.

‘I promise -’

‘Promises mean jack shit, Harry! Right now, they mean absolutely fuck all. You left. ’ Louis shook his head, lips pursed in anger.  ‘Just like she did.’ It was a cheap shot, but Louis wanted Harry to hurt just like he did. Harry visibly recoiled, stomach curling inwards as though Louis had thrown a punch.

‘Please don't ever compare me to her.’ Harry's voice was so quiet, Louis could barely hear it, but he felt the emotion behind it. He wanted to retract the words immediately, but he couldn't, too blinded by his fatherly instincts.

‘You told me Penny was the light in the dark. You also said you wouldn't let anything get in the way of finding out what we can be.’ His voice was loud now, but he didn't care. ‘One sniff of Penny calling you Papa and you fucking bolt!’’

‘I was overwhelmed, Louis. I never expected her to say that, let alone want to call me… that. It was so much that I just couldn't cope. I know that makes me a real shitty person, but -’

‘ How do you think I feel ?’ Louis screamed, jabbing a thumb to his chest as he glared at Harry, straightening himself up to full height. ‘I tried so hard to stop myself falling in love with you, because I knew something like this would happen. It's why I never introduce anyone to Penny, because I don't want her to be disappointed or get her hopes up.’

The photographer stared at him for a

beat, mouth agape. Clearing his throat, Harry's voice came out gruff. ‘You… you fell in love with me?’ 

‘I couldn't stop myself, despite my better judgement. I know everything is too bloody soon, but it seems to be par for the fucking course with us. But yeah, I fell for you, like a mug and I -’

‘Lou!’ Harry spoke again, interrupting his flow.

‘ What ?’ the blue eyed man hissed, annoyed at the interruption.

‘I'm in love with you too.’ Harry whispered, stepping closer. Louis’ heart began to hammer loudly, unable to believe that his feelings were reciprocated. He thought it was too soon for anyone to catch feelings, let alone such deep ones. ‘Why do you think I left? Everything felt so much and I was so scared that someone like me could ever be the sort of Papa that Penny deserved , and I…’ Harry was gasping for breath as tears started to flow rapidly down his cheeks. 

Louis’ head was spinning. Just twenty minutes before, he thought that Harry was gone from his life for good. Now, the photographer was in love with him, feeling all the same emotions. Louis wasn't quite sure whether or not he was dreaming.

‘You… you love me?’ 

‘Who wouldn't?’ Harry blinked, sending another wave of tears rolling down his cheeks as a small smile curled at his lips. ‘You're the most amazing man I've ever met, Lou. You came into my life and completed me in ways I never thought I needed.’

‘But you walked away. You didn’t even want to talk. You just left me, left us. ’

‘I can't put into words how sorry I am. I'll never do that again. I don't want to ruin the best thing that has ever happened to me, Lou.’ Louis blinked at the photographer, torn between throwing him out or throwing himself in his lap. The only way that Harry could persuade Louis that he was going to leave, was by showing it. Louis knew he had to give him the chance, knowing it would be harder to say goodbye than to trust Harry at his word.

‘Harry… I can't do this half-heartedly. It's not just my heart on the line here.’ He swallowed thickly, as Harry took his hands in his own, softly curling his fingers around Louis’. He could feel his skin almost burning at the contact, still terrified that his heart was about to shatter into a million pieces.

‘Lou, Penny means so much to me, I can't put it into words.’

‘Harry, don't do this if you don't mean it.’ Louis whispered, his voice shaking as tears pooling in his eyes. He wouldn't do this to Penny, he couldn't let her be hurt for his own selfish cravings. ‘Just walk away now and I’ll… I'll get over it. I'll get over you.’

Harry shifted forward so his toes were gently touching Louis’, letting go of one hand so he could cup Louis’ jaw. His palm was warm and soft against Louis’ stubble. Harry's body was so close to his own, Louis could feel Harry's stuttered breaths against his top lip.

‘I don't want to walk away. I want you both beside me, for as long as you'll have me.’ Harry spoke gently, his thumb softly stroking Louis's cheek. Louis couldn't deny that the sincerity in Harry’s eyes was drawing him in like a magnet. The thought of having Harry in his life for the long term was making Louis feel all tingly inside.

Louis could only nod in reply, words failing him as he got lost in Harry's gaze, almost drowning in pools of green. His heart was hammering in his chest, adrenaline coursing through him. Any background noise faded into oblivion as he focused on the sound of Harry’s breathing. 

The words tumbled out before Louis could stop them. ‘ Please , Harry…’ Louis whimpered, not really sure what exactly he was asking for, but desperately needing to have the photographer as close as possible. 

‘Can I?’ Harry asked, his voice low and husky, his lips barely millimetres away from Louis’. Green eyes searched blue as the older man nodded again, almost knocked off his feet as Harry pressed their lips together. His hands grappled for stability, landing on Harry's hips and holding on tight. The pressure, the sensation, the taste were all so familiar ; the taste of salty tears lingered on Harry’s lips, causing Louis to break the kiss, resting his forehead against Harry’s.

‘There's no rush, baby. I'm not going anywhere.’ Louis murmured, brushing his thumb against Harry’s bottom lip, giggling as Harry pressed a kiss to the pad of the thumb.

‘Just love kissing you. Never want to stop. Love how it feels.’ Harry replied, pressing his lips once against Louis’. ‘Love you .’

‘Never going to tire of hearing that.’ Feeling giddy, Louis kissed Harry much softer the second time, pulling his body in tight so they were flush from chest to thigh. Kissing along Harry’s jaw, his lips brushed against Harry’s pulse point as he mumbled into the soft skin. ‘I love you too.’

‘Thank you for listening, for forgiving me.’ Harry sighed lustfully, as his grip tightened on Louis’ hips. Louis put a small amount of space between them, leaning backwards until they were eye to eye.

‘Oh no, you're not quite forgiven just yet, Styles.’ Harry went rigid in his arms, until realisation dawned and his features softened into a devilish smirk; the kind that sent Louis’ knees weak.

‘I could try and work through my repentance, show you how sorry I am?’ Harry kissed Louis softly, before slowly getting to his knees, gently kneading the muscles of Louis’ upper thighs with his fingers. ‘Want to make it up to you.’

‘I think you're going the right way about it.’ Louis whimpered as Harry ran both of his hands up the back of Louis’ thighs, cupping his bum. 

‘What time is school pick up?’ Harry nosed at the junction of Louis’ thigh and his torso, his curls tickling the exposed skin that was just above the waistline of his joggers.

‘Three. H-half past three.’ Louis stammered, unable to think clearly with the man of his dreams on his knees before him in the middle of his kitchen.

‘Plenty of time, then.’ Harry smirked at him wickedly, pulling Louis’ joggers and boxers down in one swift move as Louis’ head fell back against the kitchen cupboard with a dull thud.

*

‘Are you sure this is ok?’ Harry bit down on his bottom lip as Louis pulled into one of the parking spaces, putting the handbrake on and turning off the engine. Glancing over at Harry, Louis’ heart fluttered at the look of nervousness on the photographer’s face. There was still a long road ahead for the two of them, but Louis still remained confident that Harry would be true to his word.

Louis reached over the centre console, pulling Harry’s hand away from his mouth, where he was gnawing on his thumb. Harry blinked at him, putting his hands into his lap. 

‘Penny doesn't know the full truth, H. She just thought you went home. So, she isn't mad at you.’ Louis shrugged his left shoulder, knowing what he was saying was the truth. Whilst five year olds were incredibly perceptive, they also didn't tune in as easily to big topics going on around them unless they were explicitly told. 

Harry squeezed his hands together in his lap. ‘Ok. I'm sor-’ 

‘Please stop saying you’re sorry.’ Louis whispered softly, giving Harry's hand a gentle squeeze; he really didn't want Harry to dwell on the guilt for too long. ‘No more sorries. Just promise me one thing?’

Harry nodded rapidly, looking like a puppy that was eager to please. ‘Anything, Lou. Anything .’ 

Resisting the urge to break the tension with a lude joke, Louis steeled himself, taking a deep breath. ‘If, at any point, you feel overwhelmed again… talk to me. Please don't run. Just talk. Please?’

Harry broke out into a wide smile, a flash of relief in his eyes. ‘Of course, babe. I promise I will always share my fears with you in the future.’

Louis couldn't help but return the smile, a familiar flip swishing through his stomach. ‘You better. I think we'll be holding on to you for a while yet.’

The photographer blushed pink, biting down on his bottom lip to hold back another smile. ‘I like the sound of that. Now come on, let's go and get Penny.’ Harry smiled softly, dimple threatening to pop before climbing out of the car. Louis let out the breath he hadn't realised he was holding, secretly pleased that Harry had come back. He wasn't sure that his heart would have coped if he had to get over losing Harry. Clasping his car keys tightly in his hand, Louis climbed out of the car, falling into step with Harry as they made their way to the playground.

Standing under the shade of an oak tree whilst they waited for Penny's class to appear, Harry noticeably shifted his weight before speaking. ‘Do you think…that I could take you both out for the day at the weekend?’

‘Yes. That would be really nice, H.’ Louis grinned, his attention snapping to his side as he spotted Penny's teacher step through the gate, her class following behind her in a line. Penny spotted Harry before she had even crossed the threshold of the gate, eyes wide and excited.

‘Harry, it's my Harry !’ Penny squealed loudly, running at Harry and practically launching herself at the photographer. Louis waved briefly at Penny's teacher, assuring her that an approved parent was there to meet Penny. He also made a mental note to add Harry as an approved guardian, should he ever need to come alone. 

‘Hey Penny!’ Harry lowered himself to his haunches, pulling her into the cocoon of his arms. Had he been standing any further away, Louis would have missed the stray tear that rolled down Harry's cheek, and the gentle kiss he pressed to the side of her head.

‘We should… we should get home.’ Louis sniffed, pushing his hands into his pockets as Harry put some space between him and Penny.

‘Shall I carry your bags, little Miss?’ Harry held out his hands, as Penny handed over her rucksack and book bag, clutching at Harry's hand and pulling him towards the car park.

‘Hi Daddy, how are you Daddy? I had a great day at school, thank you Daddy…’ Louis muttered to himself, watching the pair walk back to his car, secretly grateful that Penny had believed his story that Harry had gone home and nothing more. Glancing over his shoulder, Harry threw Louis a grateful smile, the gesture making Louis’ heart grow warmer than ever before. Suddenly, domesticity and a family life had never been hotter to Louis.

‘Are you staying for dinner, Harry?’ Penny asked, as Louis unlocked the car door by reaching for the handle.

‘Oh, I don't think I -’ Harry trailed off, glancing at Louis as he secured the seatbelt for Penny's car seat. Louis didn't want to let the photographer leave so soon, glad that Penny had made the suggestion.

‘ Please can Harry stay for dinner, Daddy?’

‘Oh, now you recognise me,’ Louis joked with a roll of his eyes, before locking his gaze on green. ‘Harry is more than welcome to stay.’

‘Really?’ Harry whispered, voice thick with emotion. The day seemed to continue the theme of gratitude and revelations.

‘Yes!’ Penny giggled, eyes sparkling with excitement. ‘We can make far-jeet-aaahs, the ones with the funny green stuff.’

‘That's fajitas and guacamole to me and you,’ Louis winked at Harry, who blushed pink. As Louis closed the car door, he saw Harry scuff his toe into the ground, looking nervous.

‘Are you sure it's ok?’

‘Yes, Harry. I want you to be there. So does Penny.’ Louis squeezed Harry's hip, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek before gently pushing him towards the passenger door. ‘Let's go, I'm desperate for a cuppa.’

A relieved expression softened Harry’s features. ‘I'll make it.’

‘I like the sound of that.’ Climbing into the car, Penny was happily filling Harry in on her day as Louis drove them back home. Glancing at Penny in his rear view mirror, he was secretly glad that nothing had changed between Harry’s dynamic with Penny; the drama had completely bypassed her.

Within five minutes of being home, Penny was out of her school uniform and enjoying a fruit platter whilst playing with her dolls. Thankfully, Harry was true to his word and made Louis a cup of tea as they sat at the kitchen table.

‘I'm looking forward to farjeetah’s for dinner.’ Harry chuckled, taking a sip of his own tea.

‘I dunno why she calls them that, she knows how to say it properly.’ Louis giggled, hands clasped around his mug. He stretched his socked feet out under the table, capturing one of Harry’s ankles and looping his feet around it. 

‘She's the best. So funny.’ Harry smiled, a wistful look on his face as his gaze drifted over to where the five year old was happily playing.

Pride bloomed in Louis’ chest, knowing the last four years had been his greatest achievement. ‘She's mine, of course she's awesome.’ Louis joked, throwing a wink at Harry. 

‘You're both awesome,’ Harry inhaled deeply, blowing out the breath through pursed lips. ‘I was so scared you would not let me in the house. That I wouldn't get the chance to explain.’

Louis frowned, feeling guilty that the photographer’s fears were still lingering. Harry, you know why I did…’ 

‘I know. I do. I just want you to know that I don't take any of that lightly. I'm very grateful, Lou.’

‘Harry… I know it hasn't been long, but I don't want to live a life without you in it. I strongly believe in fate. We were destined to meet at Penny's school. Time means nothing when you're sure of your feelings; Which I am.’

‘I am too,’ Harry nodded at him slowly, with a toothy, bright smile, making butterflies swirl around his stomach. 

‘You might want to steer clear of Zayn for a little while though.’ Louis teased gently, nudging his foot against Harry’s ankle.

Green eyes went wide, flashing with unease. ‘W-why?’

Louis giggled, hiding his mouth behind the back of his hand. ‘He might have come round last night, when I was really upset. Threatened to shove your camera somewhere unpleasant.’

Harry gulped, his body tensing as his eyes fell on the table. ‘ Shit . We have yoga together tomorrow.’

‘Hmm, you might want to skip that class, darling,’ Louis grinned, as Harry blushed pink. Despite the happy outcome, Louis knew Zayn would bear a grudge for a little longer, at least. It was what best friends did, after all.

‘I love when you call me that.’ Harry blurted.

Louis cocked his head to the side, hiding his smile behind his mug. ‘Darling?’ Louis loved when Harry was brutally honest, even if it took him by surprised.

‘Mmm.’ Harry nodded, a bashful expression on his face. It looked as though he was struggling to meet Louis’ gaze, which just made Louis love him even more.

Eyes fixed on Harry, Louis took a long sip of tea before he asked the question. ‘Why?’ 

‘It's hard to explain…I just love it. Makes me feel yours.’ Harry's cheeks grew a lovely shade of scarlet as he spoke, biting down nervously on his lower lip. 

Louis felt a rumble of possessiveness flicker in his chest, resting his hand over the photographer’s and squeezing gently. ‘You are mine.’ He'd never felt this wqy before, but Louis very much wanted to tell the world that the beautiful green eyed man was taken. 

‘And you are mine,’ Harry replied firmly, as the butterflies exploded into a frantic flurry, sending goosebumps erupting all over Louis’ body.

Mine.

*

‘Where are we going?’ Penny asked excitedly, clutching her Elsa doll tightly as they strolled from the car park towards the small, wooden station. 

‘It's a surprise,’ Harry beamed, keeping a protective hand close to her shoulders as they made their way onto the platform. Even Louis wasn't quite sure what was about to unfold; Harry had been rather secretive about the whole thing. ‘You'll find out in approximately seven minutes.’

‘That's very precise,’ Louis giggled, as Harry approached the ticket desk and handed over his card. Louis was secretly over the moon at the fact that Harry had gone out of his way to organise a trip for the three of them. The photographer excitedly handed them each a ticket, before ushering them through the barrier.

‘What is going on, Harry?’ Penny glanced both ways, as Louis was wondering why on earth they were at a train station. The sound of a train horn came through the air, making Louis’ ears prick up excitedly.

‘Here we go,’ Harry pointed to where an old fashioned steam train with a stunning green engine was approaching the platform, clouds billowing from the smoke stack as it chugged towards them. Even Louis had to admin, the engine looked incredibly grand.

Penny squealed in excitement, eyes going wide, ‘A train! An old train.’ Penny giggled, bouncing on her toes as she clapped her hands in glee. Louis beamed at the sight, loving any opportunities where Penny was incredibly happy.

Penny took Harry’s hand, reaching behind her for Louis’. "We need to look out for carriage D.’ Harry called over his shoulder to Louis, who was transfixed as he watched the beautiful locomotive breeze into the station. 

‘D for Daddy!’ Penny pointed with her index finger, proceeding to call out each carriage letter as they moved past her, slowly coming to a stop with a loud squeak of the brakes. Louis dutifully opened the door to the fourth carriage, glancing down at his ticket for their table number. 

Number 28, very fitting. 

‘Here we are!’ Harry paused at a beautifully decorated four-seater section, with a white cotton lace tablecloth and three plates already set up. ‘Lou, you sit next to Penny, I'll go backwards.’ Before Louis could protest, Harry slipped into the seat as Penny practically pushed him into the one opposite.

‘What is all this?’ Louis chuckled, gesturing down to the china plates in front of them. Nothing elevated parental anxiety higher than china tableware with a five year old.

‘This is an afternoon tea locomotive experience.’ Harry beamed, as Penny gasped excitedly beside him. His daughter always had a sweet tooth, loving cake of all varieties. ‘Then, we’ll stop for some hot chocolate before coming back again.’

‘We're having sandwiches on the train ?’ Penny squeaked in excitement, making both Harry and Louis giggle in amusement. Louis loved how Penny would get super excited about events in life, wishing he still had her innocent view of the world. 

‘You have the cutest daughter,’ a member of the wait staff appeared beside them, a wide smile on her face as she glanced between them both. She gently placed a menu down for each of them, providing the highlights of what they were about to experience.

As his eyes flicked down to his daughter, Louis felt a light pink blush dust his cheeks. ‘Thank you.’ Whilst he was incredibly proud of his daughter, it always made him feel bashful whenever a stranger complimented Penny.

At the same time, Harry replied with, ‘oh, she's not -’ squeaking quietly as he received a swift kick to the shin from Louis. The photographer averted his gaze, as Louis ordered their hot drinks and a juice for Penny. 

As the server left their table, Penny turned to Louis, showing her most unimpressed frowning face. ‘Daddy, why did you kick Harry?’ Louis tried his best to school his features, resisting the urge to snigger at her little scrunched up features.

‘It was an accident, Pen-Pen.’ Louis lied with a gentle smile, glancing up to Harry who was still looking sheepish. ‘You don't have to do that, you know?’

Harry finally met his gaze, looking perplexed. ‘Do you mean correct people?’

‘Well, yes. You're a part of our family, Harry. Whichever way you cut it.’

‘Thank you.’ Harry whispered softly, eyes glistening as he held Louis’ gaze. Beside him, Penny searched through her little rucksack, before she pulled out some colouring. ‘Which Disney princess today, Penny?’

Flicking through the pages with a hum, she folded the colouring book flat as she made her choice. ‘Jasmine,’ Penny beamed up at him, gathering a handful of pencils from her bag.

‘Ooh, a Disney classic. I love it!’ Harry chuckled, as Penny handed him a black pencil. ‘For me?’ Louis’ heart did its usual flutter whenever Harry and Penny did something cute together.

Penny nodded, as Harry graciously accepted the pencil. ‘You can colour her hair.’

‘What about me?’ Louis protested in feign offence, as Harry started to colour in Jasmine's hair. 

‘You can't stay inside the lines,’ Penny rolled her eyes at him, as Louis spluttered out an indignant laugh. 

‘I do too colour inside the lines!’

‘it's ok,’ Harry whispered, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, ‘I like it when you colour outside the lines.’ Louis blushed red at Harry’s words, as the photographer smirked knowingly at him. Under the table, Harry hooked his ankle behind Louis’, a move which was becoming a regular occurrence whenever they ate together.

‘So how did you stumble across this train?’ Louis casually asked, as their tea pots were delivered to their table. It was a beautiful carriage, looking as though it had been lovingly refurbished. Each table had a tablecloth, a small lamp near the window and four seats around  each table; it felt reminiscent of trains from about the 1930s. 

Louis loved it. 

‘I was on Instagram, doing some research, and I came across this. Apparently the cakes are to die for, so I figured you and Penny would enjoy it.’ Harry smiled bashfully, as Louis swooned at the fact that he remembered Penny’s love of cake. ‘And at the last station, we stop for about half an hour and there's a wonderful hot chocolate van, apparently.’

Naturally, his daughter’s ears pricked up at the mention of her favourite hot beverage. ‘Hot chocolate?’ Penny’s eyes lit up in excitement, the colouring paused as she looked up at Louis with wide eyes, ‘with flakes and whipped cream?’

Louis smiled, stroking the back of Penny’s head, the shiny hair soft under his fingertips. ‘Maybe, baby girl, we shall see when we get there.’ With a satisfied nod, Penny turned her attention back to her colouring.

As the train rumbled on, a delicate purring filling the breaks between conversation, Louis noticed they were reaching nearby farm land. ‘Oh look, there's a field full of sheep over there!’ Harry pressed his nose to the glass, as the animals came into view. The grass was interspersed with groups of fluffy sheep, who were happily grazing in the sunshine.

‘Why do they have numbers sprayed on them?’ Penny asked, noticing the blue squiggles sprayed on each sheep.

‘It's so the farmers can keep count, make sure nobody is missing.’ Louis assured her, ruffling her hair affectionately. Glancing across at Harry, he saw the photographer watching them with a wistful expression on his face. 

‘What?’ Louis asked, a smile curling the edges of his lips.

Harry shook his head a fraction, his tongue poking out to wet the corner of his mouth. After a beat, he huffed out a breath, the smile returning to his face once more. ‘Nothing.’

Louis cocked his head to the side. ‘You sure?’

The photographer nodded, reaching his hand out across the table. ‘Just happy, Lou.’ 

Louis couldn’t hold back the smile on his face, knowing that he was feeling just as delirious and light as the photographer. ‘Me too, darling. Me too.’ Louis felt his cheeks begin to hurt from the smiling, but he knew he had never felt this happy before in his life; except for the day that Penny was born.

*

As Louis rolled over in bed, the sound of distant sniffing roused him into consciousness. Noticing that Harry wasn't there, Louis peeled back the covers and slowly followed the sound of sniffs, a soft voice filtering down the hallway.

Stepping closer to Penny's room, he peeked through the small gap between the door and the frame. His eyes landed on Penny laying on her bed, eyes slipping closed. Harry was kneeling beside her, running his hand slowly over her hair as he softly sung Let It Go in the darkness, just the purple glow of Penny's lamp highlighting Harry's silhouette.

Louis swallowed back the lump in his throat, knowing it had been too long since he last had someone to help during the night. Penny had been an easy child, on the whole, but there's no doubt that life would have been easier with someone to share the load. 

He hadn't realised he had been staring until Harry stepped out of Penny's room and almost bashed into him. 

‘Hey. What happened?’ Louis whispered, as Harry pulled the door closed around him, the pair slowly walking back towards Louis’ bedroom.

‘She came in upset, and I was already awake. She said there were monsters so I took her back to bed, confirmed all monsters had gone, and sang songs to her until she went back to sleep.’

‘Harry, I -’ Louis trailed off, unsure how to put his gratitude into words. The fact that he had taken it upon himself to console Penny when he wasn’t there, spoke volumes to Louis.

‘There's no need to thank me, Lou.’ Harry smiled softly. In the darkness of the hallway, Louis could see every dip and curve of Harry’s body, only just realising he was topless.

‘Wasn't what I was going to say,' Louis pouted, prodding Harry’s chest with his index finger. The photographer grabbed Louis’ finger, trying to bite the tip of it until Louis squirmed away.

‘No?’ Harry raised a teasing eyebrow, as Louis shook his head, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He felt overcome with a need to have Harry, right there and then.

‘Come back to bed,' he whispered huskily, grabbing Harry by the wrist and dragging him down the rest of the hallway and back into the comfort of his room. Harry giggled softly, as Louis turned him so he fell backwards onto the bed.

‘You have a lot of energy for 4am in the morning,’ Harry whispered, his words turning to moans as Louis attached his lips to his neck, gently licking at the soft skin. 

‘What can I say, you bring out my domesticity kink.’ Louis chuckled, sliding down Harry's body, leaving gentle kisses in his wake.

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Sixteen.

Before Louis realised it was happening, having Harry at their breakfast table was something that was a domestic norm for the Tomlinson family.

Louis couldn't deny that he loved hearing Harry’s morning jokes or the random anecdotes that he’d openly share as the little group sat around the kitchen table. On the nights that Harry slept at his own home, Louis found himself feeling lost and a little lonely in bed by himself. 

Despite the fact he'd slept alone for so many years, it was crazy just how fast he'd adjusted to sharing his bed. Rolling over and picking up his phone, Louis groaned as he saw the time flash back at him.

2.37 AM. 

Stretching his arms out to the other side of the bed, Louis pouted at the fact that his hands landed on cold material instead of the warm heat of his boyfriend.

Boyfriend?

Except that Harry wasn't his boyfriend, at least, not yet. Whilst they'd already exchanged ‘I love you’s’, they had yet to make their relationship official. He wasn't quite sure where to start with that; feeling like a teenager struggling to ask someone out. 

When he and Eleanor were together, there hadn't really been a question. The pair went on date after date, spending lots of time together and one day started referring to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend - and that was that. But Louis felt like Harry deserved more than just assuming that the two of them were together.

Louis wondered if he should buy a card and write the question inside; quickly dismissing the thought as being too formal. He debated buying Harry some flowers and asking the question outright; although that option felt very proposal-like. He was feeling a bit out of his depth, and the people he’d normally voice his fears to, were all fast asleep. 

Thankfully, his swirling mind eventually gave up and he managed to doze off for a few hours. Much to his distaste, he woke again as dawn was starting to break, just before five in the morning. Before he could debate going back to sleep for another hour or so, Louis sent a quick text to Harry, knowing he'd be awake soon for work.

Hope the shoot goes well, darling xx

The response was almost immediate, surprising Louis.

Thank you, babe ❤️ why are you awake? Xx

Couldn't sleep. Missed you too much xx

Aww, babe! I was the same. I didn't like being alone. Need my big spoon ☹️ I'll be there tonight, though? Xx

Yes please xx

Unable to tamper down the grin on his face as he glanced down at his phone screen, Louis snuggled back into the comfort of his warm pillows, looking forward to seeing Harry in a few hours. 

The third time he woke, it was to a wet nose pressed against his cheek.

‘Malcolm!’ Louis groaned before he even opened his eyes, pushing the labradoodle's face away to get rid of the putrid smell of his breath. ‘Fuck’s sake. Where is Penny? Urgh, there is no point asking, you can't tell me; you're a bloody dog.’ With a resoluted sigh, Louis pulled himself out of the warm bed and found Penny watching TV in the living room.

Penny beamed as she spotted him, curled up in the corner of the sofa with the television remote in hand. ‘Morning, Daddy!’ Louis felt his heart warm, enjoying the fact that his daughter was always happy to see him.

Dancing over Malcolm, who was running circles between his feet, Louis leaned over the back of the sofa. ‘What are you doing, getting up before me?’ He affectionately ruffled her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head.

‘Woked up, so I came to watch TV.’ She shrugged, as if the answer should have been obvious, before swiftly turning her attention back to the television. 

‘Valid argument,’ Louis chuckled, making his way to the kitchen to make a coffee and let Malcolm outside. The familiar tap tap of claws followed him into the kitchen, a cold nose prodding at the back of his knees as he slid the back door open. The blonde mass of curls bounded onto the grass, before Louis popped a coffee pod into the machine and hit the start button. 

Resting his back against the worktop, Louis smiled to himself at the thought of Harry’s impending arrival. As if sensing his thoughts, Penny's voice came down the hall a moment later. ‘Daddy! Your phone is ringing!’ It was a little bit embarrassing how quickly he ran to the phone, just in case it was Harry. His heart sank a little when he saw the caller ID.

Lottie

‘Hey!’ Louis answered, sloping back into the kitchen and hopping up on the side. He hoped Penny wouldn't catch him doing it, knowing she'd want to do the same. He mused that what Penny couldn't see, wouldn't hurt her.

‘Hey big bro,’ Lottie chirped down the phone, sounding very happy for the early hour.

Louis bit back a smile, Lottie's tone indicating one of two things; she was about to ask for a big favour, or was fishing for information. ‘You OK?’ Louis pulled his full cup of coffee out from under the machine. Taking a sip, he winced as the hot liquid scolded his tongue. He never did learn his lesson when it came to drinking hot drinks without letting them cool a little.

‘Just wanted to check in, see how things were going with Harry. I'm also on my fifteenth coffee of the morning,’ she rambled quickly, the effects of caffeine very apparent in her voice. Louis could totally appreciate the parenting hack of surviving on caffeine; the revelation explaining her chipper mood.

‘What do you mean?’ Louis couldn’t hold back the sing-song in his voice, knowing it would irritate his sister that he was purposely dodging her questions.

Lottie cleared her throat dramatically, as Louis climbed down off the worktop and sat at the kitchen table. ‘Well, the last we spoke, you were freaking out a little because you really liked Harry.’

Louis felt a blush creep over his cheeks, glad that his sister couldn’t see how easily he was affected by a mere mention of the photographer. ‘Yeah, well things have progressed a little since then.’

Lottie squeaked, the sound almost hurting Louis’ ears. He shifted the handset away from his ear, only putting it back when he was certain that the squealing was over. ‘Lewis!’ She chastised down the line, her tone holding no heat. ‘Well come on, spill the tea.’

Louis laughed loudly, taking a slow sip of his coffee, now at a more temperate level for him to enjoy. ‘Well, well, well. Aren't you a gossip hunter today?’ Louis teased playfully, using his sibling psyche to annoy his sister in the way that only he knew.

‘Lou. I'm a mother to an eighteen month old. How else do you expect me to get any kind of decent information? Lucky doesn't exactly provide me with gold level gossip.’ He could practically hear Lottie rolling her eyes as the telltale sounds of his sister moving things around in the background bounced down the line.

Louis sighed, knowing he wasn't getting out of this conversation easily. ‘The fact that you consider my love life as actual gossip…’

‘Oh don't even pretend like you're offended by that!’ Lottie chuckled, the metallic sound of a spoon clinking against a mug punctuating the brief silence. ‘Right, I've got a cuppa. Now, spill.’

‘I might've… just maybe… told him I loved him?’ The squeal that came down the phone made him rapidly shift it away from his ear again, slightly fearful for his eardrums. 

Louis huffed out a breath, finally putting his phone back to his ear when he knew it was safe. ‘Jesus Christ, Lots! Remind me never to tell you if I propose.’ 

Lottie paused for a breath, clearly surprised by his response. ‘You've… you've thought about it?’

‘Well… maybe. Possibly? Do not tell anyone else I said that!’ Louis spoke quickly, needing to quash his sister’s desire to run away with the idea of him getting married anytime soon. The last thing he needed was Lottie bombarding Harry with copies of bridal magazines before he could do so much as buy a ring.

Lottie giggled down the line, the amusement clear in her voice. ‘I’ll keep your secret, Lou-Lou, don't worry. So, how does Penny feel about all this?’

Louis paused for a moment, wondering how to answer his sister. ‘She seems happy about it? I have spoken to her a lot about it, kept her in the loop. I've never done this before, so I don't know what I should-’

‘Louis, you're the best Dad I know.’ Lottie cut him off, a new blush taking over his cheeks. ‘You've taken Penny’s feelings into account at every step. After nearly four years of looking out for her, you're allowed to be a little selfish. Every time she's spoken about Harry, it's all positive. I think she loves him too.’ His stomach did a little flip at the thought. Anything that Penny had said to Louis had been positive, but knowing she had been talking to Lottie about Harry made him feel more secure about the situation.

‘The Papa comment scared the shit out of him,’ Louis admitted, his lips twisting as he remembered the scenario. 

Lottie sighed. ‘He's allowed to be a bit scared sometimes, Lou. You come as a package, and he probably wasn't expecting it.’ Louis knew she was right, but he was doing everything that he could to put the pain of the experience behind him.

‘We had a horrible row. He left,’ Louis muttered, shaking his head to himself. He knew what Lottie’s reaction was going to be, before the words had even left his mouth. There was a fire in the Tomlinsons that he knew all too well; it was fiercely protective and an anger unlike any other.

He heard a sharp intake of breath, steeling himself for whatever was about to happen next. ‘Do I need to gouge his eyes out?’ Lottie’s voice tightened, protective sister mode engaged.

‘No, no. It's alright,’ Louis replied hurriedly, not wanting his sister to unleash her Tomlinson temper on Harry. ‘I spoke with Zayn and then Harry apologised. It's all fine now.’

‘If he does anything to hurt you, or Penny, I'll run him over.’

‘I’ll warn him. Zayn’s already threatened to shove a camera up his arse.’ Louis wondered whether or not Harry attended the yoga class with Zayn; he forgot to ask. 

Lottie laughed heartily, the sound warming his heart knowing that his sister was back in her neutral state. ‘Now, that I'd pay to see!’ The sound of a loud scream came from the background; a sound Louis knew all too well. ‘Shit, I better go and see what's going on. I love that kid, but he drives me insane sometimes. I'll call you at the weekend?’

Louis giggled, slightly glad that he wasn’t the one having to take charge of a small, screaming human. ‘Sure thing, Lots. Love you.’

Louis heard Lottie shout a few things in the background, sounding like his nephew was unleashing holy hell on the television. ‘Love you too, give Penny a kiss from me,’ she rambled quickly.

‘Will do.’ With that, Louis hung up the phone and tossed it onto the table. Following his conversation with his sister, Louis made a decision there and then, that he would ask Harry to be his boyfriend. 

Sooner, rather than later.

Thankfully for Louis, the perfect opportunity presented itself later that night, once Penny was tucked up in bed and the couple were enjoying Harry’s homemade cookies. It was the perfect moment, curled up under a fluffy blanket with a box set on the television. Every time Louis tried to start a conversation, his mouth went dry and no words came out.

During a break, Harry got to his feet, stretching out his back. Louis took a moment to drink him in, staring at the small slither of golden skin that was revealed as his sweatshirt rode up. Harry smirked at him, a knowing glint in his eye. It wasn’t until he shook his head to come back to the present, that he realised Harry was talking to him.

Louis blinked up at him, as Harry paused in his stride. ‘Sorry, what was that?’ He bit down on his bottom lip, knowing that he was totally caught in the act.

‘I said, do you want anything from the kitchen, babe?’ Harry sniggered, making Louis blush.

‘I want you to be my boyfriend,’ Louis blurted in lieu of an answer, a hand coming up to clasp over his mouth at the outburst.

Harry stopped in his tracks, eyes wide as he stood silent for a beat. Louis’ heart began to pound in his ears, before Harry replied with a quiet, ‘oh.’ Louis’ heart sank, his blood turning cold as tears pooled in his eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen, Harry wasn't supposed to react like that. He wanted to curl up in a ball, take it all back and then wallow in self pity. 

Harry’s face fell instantly, looking concerned. ‘Babe… Baby, why are you looking upset?’ Harry knelt in front of him, placing his hands gently on Louis’ knees. He could feel Harry's palms shaking through his jeans.

‘Because you don't want to be boyfriends.’ Louis sniffed sadly, trying his best to blink away the tears. He'd never called anyone his boyfriend before, and now it was all going to shit. Louis couldn't believe what was happening.

Harry's eyes went wide, face going pale as he shook his head rapidly. ‘What? That's not what I said at all!’

‘But you…’ Louis stammered, feeling confused as he leaned back, away from the warmth of Harry’s body. 

As the colour came back to his face, Harry’s lips curled into a soft smile, ‘I already think of you as my boyfriend, Lou.’ 

Louis' breath caught in his throat, startled by Harry’s words. ‘W-what?’

‘I thought we were already boyfriends,’ the photographer explained, shifting so he was sitting beside Louis, taking his hands in his own. ‘Whenever I talk to anyone about you, I call you my boyfriend. It felt like a natural progression.’ Louis blinked a few times, still unable to find the words to say anything back to Harry. 

‘I thought you… I thought you were….’ Louis muttered, unable to form a proper sentence. As clarity came to him, he blushed a little at his reaction, knowing his feelings were clouding his judgement.

‘Turning you down?’ Harry gasped, a look of horror on his face before he moved even closer, cradling Louis' jaw with both hands. ‘No, no, no! Not in a million years would I say no to you. I love you Louis, more than anything in this whole world.’

‘Me too. I love you too.’ Louis chuckled wetly, as Harry captured his lips with his own. All of the emotions that were running through his mind made Louis feel a little light headed.

Pulling Louis into his lap, Harry wrapped his arms around Louis’ waist, pulling him as close as he was able. He pulled Louis in for another bruising kiss, the adrenaline coursing through his body at the touch. ‘Boyfriend,’ Harry mumbled against his lips, his hot breath ghosting over Louis’ skin.

‘My first boyfriend, in my thirties,’ Louis giggled, bashfully pursing his lips as Harry gazed at him fondly. 

‘I hope to be the last,’ Harry whispered huskily, pushing Louis backwards into the soft cushions of the sofa. Giddy with happiness, Louis laughed loudly, clamping a hand over his mouth to dampen the volume. ‘You're so cute,’ Harry pressed his nose to Louis’ neck, gently kissing the soft skin.

‘Definitely the last,’ Louis sighed, his eyes slipping closed as Harry’s hands made their way up the back of his t-shirt. The pair had thrown some big declarations around in a short space of time, but whilst the thought should scare Louis, he knew he had never been happier.

*

‘What hairstyle do you want for Jessie's party?’ Louis asked, reaching for the basket of various ties, clips and headbands. Over the years, he had perfected his hair styling skills. With a growing daughter who was requesting all kinds of weird and wonderful hairstyles, Louis spent hours watching various YouTube videos and practised on some of Penny’s dolls.

Penny wriggled in her seat, pursing her lips into a wide pout as she thought. ‘A unicorn ponytail please, Daddy.’ Penny stilled, adopting her usual position as she tilted her head back so Louis could create the perfect high ponytail.

Psyching himself up, he took a deep breath as he prepared to share his latest news. ‘So, I asked Harry to be my boyfriend.’ He held his breath as he continued to brush her hair, doing his best to gently remove all of the knots. 

Pulling her hair out of Louis’ grasp, she spun around to face him. Penny's brow furrowed before she cocked her head to the side. ‘I thought he already was?’

‘Not you too!’ Louis sighed with a chuckle, putting his hands over his face, ‘but you're OK with Harry being my boyfriend? With him being in our lives a lot more?’

‘He makes you happy, Daddy.’ Penny beamed, as she sat back in her chair and let Louis finish the ponytail.  ‘Which makes me happy. He's your Prince Charming.’ At her words, Louis felt like he was going to combust with love for his little girl. She had accepted Harry so readily, just as he had accepted her; he fit into their lives like the missing part of the puzzle.

‘Oh, baby girl,’ Louis sniffed, feeling so overwhelmed with pride for his daughter. ‘How about, tomorrow night, we have a Tomlinson special and do all our favourite foods? Surprise Harry?’

‘I like that idea, Daddy! Can we buy ice cream? And sprinkles? And chocolate flakes?’ She rambled excited, eyes growing wider with each option.

Ignoring the sheer number of calories that Penny had just clocked up, he secured her hair with a glittery scrunchy. ‘Sure thing, baby girl.’ Louis nodded in agreement, sliding a few glittery clips into her hair to finish the style, before wrapping her up in a big cuddle. ‘Shall we go to the shops after the party?’

‘OK! I'll wear my sparkly skirt to Tesco!’ Penny giggled, hopping off to get her shoes. At the sound of the doorbell, Louis felt his heart flutter. Holding himself back from breaking into a run, Louis made his way to the door, trying his best to act cool as he opened it.

‘Hey babe.’ Harry smiled, stepping through the door and pressing a kiss to Louis’ cheek. Louis made a mental note to send Penny on a sleepover soon, craving some much needed alone time with his new boyfriend.

‘Hi Harry!’ Penny sang, skipping down the hallway towards them, ‘you're Daddy's boyfriend!’

Harry blushed, flicking his eyes to Louis, who simply shrugged in response. He lowered himself to his haunches, so he was on eye level with her. ‘I am, yes.’ His smile made his eyes sparkle and his dimples pop. ‘Is that ok with you? I'm sorry I didn't ask for your permission first.’

‘Permission?’ Penny frowned at him, glancing back at Louis. It was her telltale move whenever she heard something that she didn’t quite understand.

‘Getting someone's permission means asking if it's ok,’ Louis replied gently, squeezing her shoulder with a soft smile.

‘Ohh!’ Penny giggled as she understood the words. ‘Yes, you can be Daddy's boyfriend. I don't mind.’ Penny spun around on the spot, making her skirt flare as the glitter caught the hallway lights. ‘Do you like my party clothes?’

‘You look beautiful, Miss Penny.’ Harry beamed, as Penny launched herself into his arms for a cuddle, nearly knocking the man backwards. 

Louis wanted the moment to last for as long as possible, but he knew if they didn't leave soon, they'd risk being late to the party. ‘Come on you, get your jacket. The present is already in the car.’

Whilst Penny enjoyed the party, Louis and Harry grabbed a quick coffee at the cafe in the building, returning when it was time for food. Dutifully, Harry jumped in to help the parents dish out slices of pizza and bowls of crisps to the hyped up five year olds. If Louis had ovaries, they would definitely quiver at the sight of Harry making jokes with children and handing out their lunch.

Louis was grateful two hours later, when he could finally hear himself think again, as the trio made their way to the car. Louis hadn’t forgotten the promise of a Tomlinson special and an evening spent with Harry.

‘Daddy! Harry! Look!’ Penny shouted as she barrelled towards them, holding out what looked like a bundle of modelling balloons all clustered together. Louis narrowed his eyes in confusion, wondering just what he was looking at. ‘I gots a unicorn!’ Louis sighed as the penny dropped, finally making sense of the bundle before him.

‘Wow, that's super cool! Did you have a good time at the party?’ Louis asked, scooping up the unicorn and a party bag with unicorns printed on the side.

‘It was so much fun!’ Penny beamed, taking one of Harry’s hands and one of Louis’ as they approached the car park. ‘There was cake, balloons and a magician! He made a flower disappear and blew up balloons!’ 

‘No way! That sounds amazing!’ Harry gushed with overenthusiastic excitement, eyes wide with glee. Louis’ heart squeezed in his chest as Penny pulled them both along. He had never felt more complete than he did at that moment.

‘Zoe popped her giraffe though.’ Penny sniggered, shoulders shaking with the movement. Louis rolled his eyes, knowing that he needed to be the adult in the situation and not encourage her behaviour.

‘Pen-Pen, that's not very nice,’ Louis admonished as softly as he could, trying his best to teach his daughter to be kind to everyone; even if they didn’t deserve it.

Penny tried to hold in her laughter, a giggle bursting through pursed lips. ‘I'm sorry, Daddy. But it was a bit funny.’

‘Tesco time?’ Harry piped up, trying to change the topic. Penny climbed into the back of the car, buckling her seat belt as if on autopilot.

‘Yes!’ Penny grinned, clapping her hands together before shouting at the two men to hurry up and get in the car.

*

‘Let's go this way!’ Penny grabbed at Harry's hand, eagerly pulling the photographer towards the fresh meat aisle. The photographer dutifully followed behind her, a fond smile taking over Louis’ face as he watched his daughter excitedly pick the most expensive sausages on the shelf. 

As he went to walk off in the direction of the sprinkles, giggling to himself at the lovely scene, he rounded the corner and almost collided with another person. ‘Sorry! My fault, I was-’ His laughter died in his throat as his eyes landed on his victim, coming face to face with the ghost of Christmas past. ‘What the fuck are you doing here? Are you lost?’ Louis scoffed, folding his arms across his chest as anger burned through his body. ‘Last time I checked, this wasn't LA.’

‘Hey, Louis.’ A small voice chuckled nervously, as Louis took in the sight of Eleanor standing in the middle of Aisle Ten at his local Tesco Extra. Or big Tesco, as Penny calls it. ‘How are you?’

Louis rolled his eyes, his stance widening as he managed to calm his temper to a simmer. ‘I'm marvellous thank you. Why are you here?’ He was straight to the point, wondering what on earth could have caused this horrific crossing of paths.

‘Seeing Mum and Dad.’ She shrugged, the smile falling from her face as Louis kept his expression blank. He was just hoping that Harry and Penny had found something to amuse themselves on the other side of the store.

‘That’s funny.’ Louis looked around aimlessly, knowing he was going out of his way to be a prick, but unable to find it in himself to care. ‘I can't see Kevin or Sally in the crisp aisle? Are they hiding behind the boxes? Inside one of the packets of Walkers?’

Eleanor looked at him pleadingly, worry lines forming between her perfectly tattooed brows. ‘Lou, please.’ 

‘Don't you dare call me that,’ he snapped venomously as his heart pounded in his chest, lips forming a thin line as his temper began to grow again. His feet were practically itching to run away, to be as far away from this poisonous creature as possible. But deep down he knew he couldn't leave without his daughter and his boyfriend. 

Chapter Text

Seventeen.

‘Are you…,’ Eleanor took a breath, blinking a few times before adding, ‘are you alone?’ The hidden meaning within her question made Louis scoff indignantly, unable to hold back his emotions. He rolled his eyes, folding his arms protectively across his chest, anger bubbling as he glared at the petite woman before him.

Louis knew exactly what she was trying to ask, but he wasn’t going to bite. If she didn't have the guts to ask about Penny directly, Eleanor didn't deserve an answer.

The sound of his heart pounding in his ears was the only thing Louis could focus on, holding back the barrage of insults that he desperately wanted to hurl at his ex girlfriend.  

There was no chance that he was going to tell Eleanor that her daughter was somewhere in this store; hopefully as far away from Louis as possible. He tapped his trainer against the floor, trying to channel his rage as he thought up a reply.

Sadly, the universe decided for him, making sure it was the perfect time for Harry and Penny to track him down, the unmistakable sound of Penny's giggles filtering through the air. 

His stomach turned to lead, knowing that Penny would spot the woman and politely say ‘hello,ʼ whilst asking who she was. Louis prayed that his stiff posture and tightly clenched fists were obvious enough as a visual cue for Harry. A silent convey to his boyfriend of the immediate need to get Penny and run away. His answer came in the assuring sensation of Harry’s comforting hand between his shoulder blades; Harry understood loud and clear.

Ever the curious creature, Penny stepped up beside her father, prodding Louis in the side to get his attention. As expected, the five year old shot Eleanor a sceptical look; one that he'd seen Eleanor wear many times over the years. 

‘Daddy,’ Penny started cautiously, ‘who is this?’ She held firmly onto Harry’s hand, evidently sensing the tension as she stepped backwards, shuffling closer to the photographer. Louis was glad that Penny felt that Harry was a safe space, content enough to seek comfort from him. Even though Eleanor wasn’t dangerous in the violent sense, Louis was afraid that Penny could still get hurt.

‘Oh my God.’ Eleanor gasped in awe, eyes widening as Louis watched her soak in the five year old version of the toddler she left behind. The look of wonder in Eleanor’s face did nothing to tamper down Louis’ frustration, lips forming a thin line as he took in the scene.

‘Don't even fucking look at her,’ Louis sneered angrily, wincing slightly at the fact he'd openly swore in front of his daughter.

Harry visibly tensed beside him, drawing Penny closer into his body. Louis took a step to the right, desperately feeling the need to shield Penny from Eleanor, even if it was just with his body.

Thankfully, he and Harry were more in tune than he realised, as the photographer burst into action. ‘Come on, Penny,’ Harry spoke hurriedly, pulling her gently away from Louis. ‘Let’s go pay and wait for Daddy in the car, yeah?’ Forever grateful for the wonderful man that was Harry, Louis felt his whole body tense as he glared at Eleanor. Whilst the exchange only lasted a few seconds, it felt like minutes to Louis.

‘She is so beautiful, Louis!’ Eleanor gushed, clasping both of her hands to her heart. To an outsider, she'd look like a caring aunt, or family friend. Not the mother who abandoned her daughter. ‘She must be, what, four now?’ Eleanor smiled at him sweetly, the American twang already seeping into her accent.

Louis hated it.

Rage flew through him, beyond disappointed that she couldn't even remember her own daughter's age. ‘She’s five, nearly six,’ Louis gritted out through tightly clenched teeth, narrowing his eyes at her as he slowly shook his head. He needed to leave, to be as far away from her toxic energy as possible. ‘I need to go, El.’

Before he could put distance between them, Eleanor reached out a hand, fingers pressing gently against his arm. The touch made him feel nauseous, skin burning uncomfortably under her grip. ‘Louis, please.’ 

Louis glanced down at where her manicured fingers were touching him, before snapping his eyes back up to hers. ‘Please, what?’ Her hand retracted as though she'd been physically burned by his reaction. She cradled it in front of her chest, wringing both of her hands together. She looked lost and uncomfortable, but Louis couldn’t find it within himself to care.

She took a deep breath, expelling slowly before she spoke again. ‘Can I meet her? Please?’ Her voice was uncharacteristically quiet, but Louis was not going to back down. He was going to fight to protect his little girl, no matter the cost.

Louis scoffed bitterly. ‘There is absolutely no fucking way that I will allow that to happen.’ As sole custodian for Penny, he knew that legally, he had every right to deny any access to his daughter. It was one part of the agreement that Louis made sure was crystal clear.

‘She's m-’ Eleanor caught herself before she could say mine. She inhaled a shaky breath, visibly swallowing.

Louis’ fingernails pressed half moons into his palms as he clenched his fists impossibly tight. ‘She's nothing to do with you. You signed away that right the moment you dumped her at Zayn's!’ The anger was threatening to boil over, but he did his best to keep his control, not wanting to cause a scene in his local supermarket.

Eleanor visibly recoiled from Louis’ words, taking a step backwards. ‘I'm sorry, I really am. Look, why don't you take my card?’ She stuttered, blinking rapidly as the colour drained from her face, ‘in- in case you change your mind?’ He blinked at her in bewilderment as she reached into her bag, brandishing a small white card moments later.

Louis rolled his eyes. ‘Sure, my fire needs some new kindling,’ he sassed, holding out his palm with a bored expression on his face. As the seconds ticked by, he desperately craved being back with Harry and Penny; he needed the calm and security that came from being around his family.

‘So, who was the guy?’ She asked sweetly, trying to change the conversation topic whilst pressing a small, white card into the palm of his hand. Louis bit back a scoff at the word ‘Actor’ printed beneath both a UK and a US phone number.

‘Oh, him? He's… what is the word?’ Louis tapped his chin with his index finger thoughtfully, knowing he was purposefully being difficult, ‘none of your fucking business.’ 

‘OK, Louis. I get it.’ Eleanor’s lips formed a thin line as she blinked at him, clasping tightly to the strap of her handbag. ‘Just… let me know if I can meet her. Okay?’

‘Sure. Be right on that. I'd say it was nice seeing you, but my mother taught me if you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all. So... Goodbye, El.’ Spinning on his heel and stalking away from her, he felt the corners of the card press uncomfortably into his palm as he clutched it tightly. 

The fresh air hit his face soothingly as he stepped through the supermarket doors and approached the car. Louis’ heart melted at the sight of Harry sitting in the passenger seat with Penny behind the steering wheel. They were clearly singing along to something, wide smiles on their faces. Louis had never been more grateful for him at that moment. Spotting Louis, Harry wound down the window, the music quietening.

‘You ok?’ He asked quietly, eyes full of concern. Louis felt his heart clench, wondering how he'd gotten so lucky to have someone so kind and considerate as Harry, yet had once been with someone as toxic as Eleanor.

Louis nodded, trying his best to focus on Harry, desperately wishing he could cuddle up with his man and shut out the outside world. ‘Yeah, I will be.’

Harry curled a hand over the top of the window ledge, stretching his fingers out towards Louis, as though he wanted to comfort Louis but didn't know how. ‘Want to talk about it?’

‘Later, if that's OK?’ Louis whispered in reply, reaching out and squeezing Harry's hand assuringly. He knew he didn't want to bottle the feelings up, but now wasn't the right time to talk about it. Louis wanted to save Penny from any heartache until she was older.

Harry nodded in understanding, lip curling at the edge in a gentle smile. ‘Sure, babe. Whatever you want. Shall we go home?’ A shiver of excitement went through Louis at the thought of his house being referred to as their family home.

Louis nodded, exhaling deeply. ‘Yes, please.’

‘Might need a change of driver, Pen!’ Harry called across the car. Penny, finally noticing Louis was there, groaned in annoyance as she squeezed through the front seats of the car and threw herself down in her car seat with a thud. A second later, her expression changed, clearly remembering why they were at Tesco in the first place.

‘We have a surprise for you at home, Harry!’ Penny giggled, as Louis secured her seatbelt before making his way to the driver's seat. He rolled his eyes, knowing you could never trust a child to keep a secret for more than five minutes.

‘Did Daddy ask you to keep it a secret, by any chance?’ Harry grinned teasingly at Louis, as he drove away from the supermarket. Seeing Eleanor in the flesh was definitely not on his bingo card of ‘things he expected to see in Tesco’, however, until he was alone with Harry, Louis knew he had to put it to the back of his mind.

‘No!’ Penny laughed, shaking her head.

‘It was implied!’ Louis flicked his gaze towards Harry, feeling a gentle hand slide over his thigh and squeeze softly. More than ever, he needed the comfort that only Harry’s touch could provide.

‘Do you want to know what it is?’ Penny continued, seemingly oblivious to Louis’ insistence on the element of surprise.

‘Pen-Pen…’ He gently warned his daughter, trying his best to keep his eyes on the road. 

Harry was doing his best to hold back a smirk, schooling his face before turning around to face Penny. ‘Why don't we wait until we get home, then you can tell me all about it?’ Harry lamented helpfully, which seemed to make Penny happy. 

‘Okay! Daddy, put Frozen on!’ Penny chirped from the back seat, her attention swiftly fixed on the party bag she'd been gifted. He could tell there would be a bunch of random bits in there, maybe some cake that she’ll eat later that day. 

Louis tutted in disapproval, hand freezing halfway towards the touch screen on his dashboard. Even though it was only a change of song on his car stereo, he didn't want his daughter to ever forget her manners. ‘What's the magic word?’

‘Abracadabra?’ Penny shrugged, as Harry spluttered a laugh from the passenger seat, hiding his smirk behind the back of his hand. 

‘Don't be smart, Penelope Tomlinson!’ Louis chided softly, biting back his own smile as he tapped at the screen on his dashboard. As the familiar tune started, Louis reached down, fingers sliding over Harry's, squeezing his boyfriend's hand with his own. 

‘Sorry, Daddy!’ Penny giggled, before continuing to sing along to the Disney classic.

By the time they got back to Louis’, Penny had successfully emptied all of the party bag, scattering glitter across the back of the car and getting crumbs all over her seat. With a sigh, Louis opened the car and let Penny bound up to the front door.

‘Why don't you head inside, and I'll sort this out,’ Harry offered sweetly, clearly seeing the tension in Louis’ shoulders. With a nod, Louis followed Penny to the door, opening the door and was attacked by a blonde bundle, yapping at him. 

‘Alright, you big oaf. I've only been gone for a couple of hours, max!’ Louis chuckled, scratching the dog's ear before he bounded off back down the hallway. Despite the time of day, he was desperate for a beer to numb the feeling of seeing Eleanor again; the lack of preparation for such an event giving him whiplash.

‘Daddy, let's make our Tomlinson surprise!’ Louis’ expression tightened, realising that he didn't have the energy nor inclination to make dinner anymore.

‘Tell you what, why don't we order a takeaway tonight? I think we're all exhausted from the party, eh?’ Harry offered, and once again, Louis thanked his lucky stars for having Harry Styles in his life. ‘You can pick.’

‘Chinese!’ Penny squealed excitedly. ‘I want balls!’ Harry squeaked in surprise at her words, flicking his gaze to Louis who bit back a snigger.

‘Sweet and sour chicken balls, she means,’ Louis spluttered out, as Penny grabbed Malcolm's ball and took the dog towards the garden. 

Alone at last, Louis felt the tension build between them within a few seconds. Wordlessly, Harry stepped in front of Louis, pullling him in tightly and wrapping his arms around him. Louis felt the emotion creeping over him, his chest feeling tighter the longer he stayed in Harry’s embrace. ‘I'm ok, I'm ok.’ Louis muttered into Harry's shoulder, ‘I'm ok.’ He repeated the phrase until his voice broke with each repetition, fat tears dampening Harry's shoulder, as Louis grabbed fistfuls of the photographer's jumper, desperately holding tightly onto the photographer. 

Louis had never been scared of showing his emotions, wanting Penny to know that it was OK to feel whichever emotions they were feeling. However, during times like these, Louis didn't want Penny to see his tears; didn't want her to see how hurt he was by seeing Eleanor again.

‘You're OK, baby. I've got you,’ Harry whispered into his ear, softly stroking the back of Louis’ neck as he held him close. He took a few calming breaths, as his tears slowed to a few sniffs.

‘Daddy?’ Penny’s voice made him still, his breath catching in his throat uncomfortably. ‘Are you OK?’ Slowly, Louis peeled himself from Harry’s hold, crouching down to her level. He hated that she looked concerned, not wanting her to feel any negative emotions from him.

‘I'm OK Pen-Pen, don't worry.’ Louis smiled gently, squeezing her shoulder before pulling her into a cuddle. 

Much to Louis’ dismay, she then asked the one question he was dreading. ‘Daddy. Who was that lady?’

Louis’ heart hammered in his chest, trying to find the best answer to that question. ‘That was… she was your mummy; is your mummy.’ Louis held his breath, poised and ready to answer any and all questions she might have about Eleanor or life before she went away.

‘Oh,’ Penny replied, lips twisting as she nodded once. He waited for a moment, unsure whether Penny was going to ask more. Once he was sure that Penny was not going to push the matter, Louis realised he was taken by surprise at her short answer. For a child who asked nine hundred questions on an average day, the lack of questions shocked him.

Louis took a deep breath, knowing that he had to put Eleanor’s request to Penny. ‘She asked if she could see you.’

Penny narrowed her eyes, scrunching her nose up before shaking her head firmly. ‘No.’

Louis snapped his head back, confused by the firm response. ‘No?’ Although Penny had strong female influences in her life through his sisters, he thought she'd want to meet Eleanor now that she was a little bit older.

‘No, Daddy. She doesn't come to see us, why would I want to see her?’ He couldn't argue with her logic, which was surprisingly sound for a five year old. Louis found himself feeling immensely proud of her, knowing her own mind at such a young age.

‘She lives far away from us, baby girl.’ His defence surprised him, yet he kept his expression blank, wanting Penny to make her own choices.

Penny crossed her arms across her chest, a pout on her lips. ‘There's planes and cars. She could come.’ Louis nodded, satisfied that he had given Penny the choice and she had decided not to take up the offer. He couldn’t say fairer than that.

He gently pushed her hair away from her face, marvelling at the bright blue eyes that stared back at him. He knew he would do anything he could to protect her. ‘OK, Pen-Pen. If you don't want to see her, I won't push it.’

‘OK, Daddy. Can we order balls now?’ Holding back a splutter, Louis nodded before getting to his feet. With a cheer, Penny took off for the living room. 

Harry stepped up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist, curling his fingers around the soft skin of Louis’ hip. ‘Are you going to leave it there?’ The photographer asked, pressing a kiss to Louis’ clothed shoulder.

Louis sighed heavily, conflicted with the dozens of emotions running through him. ‘She's made up her mind for now. El will just have to deal. If Penny decides she wants to see her, I'll make it happen. Until then, this is how it'll be.’

‘OK, babe. That's fair enough.’ Harry pressed a kiss to his temple, as Louis pulled out his phone, adding a new contact to his list and typing out a text. He knew he had to get the message to Eleanor as soon as possible.

Sorry, she doesn't want to see you. 

Louis? Why doesn't she want to see me? x

Of course it’s me. Because you're a stranger to her, El. I won't force her if she doesn't want to.

Could you ask once more? Please?

I asked several times. The answer is no.

Not wanting to ruin his evening with Harry, Louis pushed his phone back into his pocket, deciding to ignore whatever reply he received. Eleanor wasn't his priority, his family were. 

With the menu laid out on the table between them, Louis watched with a fondness in his heart as Harry and Penny joked about what other foods they would order for dinner, with Harry making funny faces at the mention of seaweed and toast (“but toast is breakfast food Daddy!”). 

His heart felt complete; surrounded by the people he loved the most. 

Chapter Text

Eighteen.

With Penny’s birthday just around the corner, Louis was already in over his head. She’d requested a Frozen-themed Disney Princess party at home, and he had no idea where to start. Unless mild panic counted as a starting point.

In the past, he’d kept her birthdays small; just family, his sisters, a couple of close friends. But ever since Penny started school, she wanted the whole class there. Louis wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or start drafting a guest list in crayon.

‘Ooh! What about hiring those actors who dress up as Anna and Elsa?’ Harry suggested helpfully, lounging in Louis' bed like he was taking part in a casual brainstorming session.

Louis had figured it would be more comfortable to have this so-called planning meeting in bed, once Penny was fast asleep. In theory, it was a great idea, but having Harry topless beside him was proving to be more of a distraction than anything else.

Harry had started staying over at Louis’ house a few nights a week, but not before checking with Penny first to make sure that she was ok with it. Her comfort and happiness always came first. And honestly, Louis loved him a little bit more for that.

‘Seems a bit much, for a party at my house?’ With the invites sent, Louis had foolishly agreed to host the whole thing at home. A massive teepee was being delivered for the garden, and he was hoping his sanity was in there too.

Harry, on the other hand, looked far too pleased with himself. He shook his head with an excitable grin, eyes practically sparkling. ‘Nope, actually I think she'll love it!’

‘Alright, then. If you're sure,’ Louis sighed, scribbling it down on his ever-growing list of things to buy, carefully avoiding thinking about how much this was going to set him back. He would spend every last penny he had, if it meant seeing her smile.

‘Yeah! We’ll get loads of balloons, and I’ll bake some treats. It’ll be great!’ Louis glanced over at Harry, and couldn’t stop the fond smile tugging at his lips. His enthusiasm was infectious and charming in a way that made Louis fall a little harder with every idea he blurted out.

He’d never really imagined having someone else to help with birthday party planning. But now that he did, it felt kind of amazing; like he wasn’t doing it all alone anymore.

‘Her cast will be off by then, yeah?’ Harry asked.

Louis blinked, then scrambled for his phone, suddenly remembering the plaster removal was looming. ‘Yeah, should be off the Thursday before,’ he said, double-checking the calendar. ‘So she’ll have a couple days to bounce back. Just got to make sure she doesn’t go full superhero with it, and we’ll be fine.’

Harry grinned, nudging him lightly. ‘Sounds like someone else I know. Should I be keeping an eye on you, too?’

Louis huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes. ‘I don’t require supervision.’

‘Mm-hm,’ Harry teased, clearly not buying it. ‘You definitely do.’ Harry’s grin softened. ‘That’s great news, though. She’ll be buzzing to run around properly again, probably straight into that teepee and out the other side.’

Louis chuckled, still staring at the list on his phone like it might grow arms and start organising itself. ‘Honestly… where do we even begin?’

Harry reached over and plucked the phone from his hands. ‘Easy. We start with balloons, obviously.’

‘Obviously,’ Louis echoed, deadpan. Harry was already typing away, tongue poking out a little, which made him laugh all over again.

Louis leaned back against the headboard, watching as Harry muttered to himself about helium and colour schemes, and felt a flicker of something warm settle in his chest.

Maybe this birthday party wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Harry tapped at Louis’ phone, brows furrowed in exaggerated concentration. ‘Balloons, party bags, teepee, cake…’ He paused dramatically, then typed something else with a smirk.

Louis narrowed his eyes. “What did you just add?”

Harry shrugged innocently. ‘Oh, nothing. Just something essential for the list.’

Before Louis could snatch the phone back, Harry leaned in and kissed him. Louis felt his stomach flip at how endearing his boyfriend could be.

When they finally pulled apart, Louis raised a brow, trying not to smile and failing dramatically. ‘Was that really on the list?’

Harry grinned. ‘Yep. Top priority, in fact.’

Louis shook his head, but the warmth in his chest gave him away. ‘You’re ridiculous.’

‘Ridiculously helpful,’ Harry replied, stretching out beside him with a satisfied sigh. ‘Now. Let’s find out how many balloons is too many. You know, hypothetically speaking.’

‘Thanks babe. I just need to find a photographer…’ Louis said thoughtfully, tapping his chin as he pretended to be in deep contemplation. ‘Now, where would I find a decent one of those around here? Oh, do you know anyone you could put me in touch with?’

Harry narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching. ‘You cheeky bastard!’ Before Louis could react, Harry launched himself at him, fingers digging into his side. Louis burst out laughing, squirming under the attack as Harry’s fingers tickled at his sides.

‘Okay, okay!’ Louis gasped between laughs. ‘You’re hired!’

Harry grinned triumphantly, finally stilling. ‘That’s what I thought.’

*

‘Cake?’ Louis called out, weaving through the kitchen like a man on a mission. He’d purposefully hired a caterer so he could relax and enjoy the day. But naturally, he was still fussing, making sure every last detail was perfect. He desperately wanted the day to feel magical for his little girl.

Before he could spin into another round of birthday cake inspection, a pair of arms slid around his waist from behind and paused him in his stride.

‘Breathe, birthday dad,’ Harry murmured into his ear, a smile in his voice.

Louis let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, shoulders softening as he leaned back into the embrace.

‘She’s going to love it,’ Harry spoke gently. ‘And even if one balloon floats off or the napkins are the wrong shade of blue, she’s already going to have the best day. Because of you.’

Louis turned his head, just enough to meet Harry’s eyes. ‘You always know what to say, don’t you?’

Harry grinned, eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘It’s one of my many part-time jobs. Right after Official Photographer and Professional Cake Eater.’

Louis laughed. ‘Okay, okay! But, I’m still checking on the cake.’

‘Of course you are,’ Harry said, not letting go of him. ‘It's in the fridge, Lou. Where I watched you put it at nine o’clock this morning.’

Harry gently turned Louis round to face him, and for a moment, everything else faded. Louis felt his heart give a quiet flutter as he appreciated how handsome his boyfriend looked. Harry was dressed in a short-sleeved shirt, just open enough to offer a glimpse of ink. His camera hung around his neck, and a pale blue sparkly hair clip held back the front of his curls, just to match the occasion.

‘Thank you,’ Louis said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. His heart finally began to find a normal rhythm again.

‘We’re here!’ Zayn’s voice carried through the house, and Louis felt his heart skip again. He’d arranged for Penny to have her nails painted that morning as a little birthday treat, which had worked perfectly to keep her out of the house while the decorators worked their magic.

‘Showtime,’ Harry grinned, eyes bright as he wiggled his fingers in a theatrical burst of jazz hands.

A moment later, a high-pitched squeal rang out, followed by the thudding of small feet and an ecstatic chant of: ‘I love it! I love it! I love it!’

Louis couldn’t help but laugh, the tension finally starting to lift from his shoulders. Stepping out through the patio doors, Louis felt his heart swell. There was Penny, spinning in delighted circles on the grass, trying to take it all in at once.

She wore her favourite Elsa dress, the skirt fanning out with every twirl, and her hair, neatly plaited into a French braid by Zayn, bounced gently with her movements. A shimmer of glitter on her freshly painted nails caught the sunlight as she spun.

‘Do you like it?’ Louis asked, his voice soft with hope, though the proud smile on his face gave him away.

‘I love it, Daddy! I’m the luckiest girl in the whole wide world!’ Penny beamed, her eyes wide with wonder.

Her mouth dropped open as two figures appeared around the corner, both Anna and Elsa in full costume, waving as they made their grand entrance. Louis glanced to his side, his chest tightening with quiet gratitude. Harry, camera in hand, had caught the moment perfectly; just like he always seemed to.

While the actors knelt to chat with Penny, their voices animated and full of magic, Louis took a quiet moment to take it all in. The colours, the laughter, the sheer joy lighting up his daughter’s face.

Before he could get too swept up in the emotion, a familiar voice pulled him gently back to the present.

‘Hey Lou. Do you want us to help usher the guests in?’ Liam asked with an easy smile, appearing at Louis’ side. Zayn stood just behind him, already scanning for the first arrivals. Louis nodded, grateful that his friends were always ready to lend a hand.

‘Go on,’ Liam added, his tone soft as he put a hand on Louis’ upper arm. ‘Go be with your boy and your girl.’

Louis nodded, throat tightening with emotions that he hadn’t quite expected. ‘You two are the best.’

There really weren’t enough words to express how grateful Louis was to have Liam and Zayn in his life. Their unwavering support over the years had been steady, constant, and had meant everything to Louis.

‘I can’t believe she’s six,’ he said quietly, eyes tracking the blur of blue tulle across the garden. ‘She’s so smart. So funny. And she’s mine! She’s… she's the best.’ He paused, swallowing hard. ‘The night I got that call, I was terrified. Completely lost. I didn’t know how I was going to do any of it.’ His voice cracked slightly, the emotion rising too fast to catch. He let the rest of the sentence trail away, knowing he wouldn’t finish it if he kept going.

Liam and Zayn didn’t push, and they didn’t need to. Their expressions said everything; fond, proud, and full of that quiet kind of love that didn’t need explaining.

‘I know, boo,’ Zayn said softly, slipping an arm around Louis’ shoulders and pulling him in for a gentle squeeze. ‘We’re just impressed you’ve kept her alive this long!’

Louis let out a wet chuckle, blinking back the sting in his eyes as he swatted Zayn’s arm away. ‘Cheeky bastard.’

Liam nudged him with a smile. ‘You’re the best parent I know, Lou. Penny’s incredible, and that’s all you.’

Warmth flooded Louis’s chest, soft and bright. He looked between them, his oldest, truest friends, and knew without a doubt that everything was going to be okay.

‘Aren’t I the only parent you know?’ he asked, cocking his head, already beginning to walk backwards toward the party, a smirk tugging at his lips.

‘Semantics, Lou! Semantics!’ Zayn called after him, grinning. He blew them both a kiss, then turned back toward the heart of it all; his family.

Penny was leaping across the garden, chasing after giant bubbles that Elsa had sent floating into the air. Her laughter rang out, high and carefree, and the sheer joy in her voice made Louis’ chest ache in the best way. She was so happy. And just as he’d hoped, Harry was nearby, camera in hand and capturing every magical second.

‘They’ll barely need any editing,’ Harry said, eyes on the viewfinder before glancing up as Louis stepped beside him.

Louis leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, smiling as Harry’s skin flushed a sweet shade of pink under the touch.

‘You’re the best, babe. Thank you.’

Harry’s grin widened. ‘It’s true. The lighting is just perfect today.’

Before Louis could respond, a familiar chorus of excited shouts erupted from behind them. He turned instinctively, heart already recognising the noise before his brain caught up.

His sisters and nephew burst into the garden in full Tomlinson fashion; loud, dramatic, and completely impossible to miss.

‘Oh my gosh, Lou Lou! This is amazing!’ Lottie gasped, wide-eyed as she took in the princess-filled wonderland unfolding in the garden.

Louis followed her gaze, heart swelling a little at the sight. The towering teepee stood proudly at the centre, surrounded by outdoor games and a brightly coloured bouncy castle. He had organised everything he could think of, to make the day unforgettable for Penny and her friends.

He made a mental note to deflate the bouncy castle while the kids were eating, just to avoid any mid-lunch acrobatics.

‘Thank you, but I can’t take all the credit,’ Louis said, his voice full of warmth as he nodded toward Harry. ‘This wonderful creature helped, too.’

Harry gave a bashful smile, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink under Louis’ praise.

‘You’re a great influence on my brother, Harry,’ Lottie said, pulling him into a hug without hesitation. A sure sign he’d been fully claimed by the wider Tomlinson clan. ‘I’m glad he’s got you.’

‘I’m the lucky one, I can promise you that,’ Harry replied, his voice soft but certain.

Lottie smiled knowingly. ‘And that’s exactly why I know you’re perfect for each other.’

With a playful wink, she turned and made her way toward the bouncy castle, where Louis’ nephew was valiantly attempting to climb on, shoes and all. Louis chuckled, shaking his head as he watched the determined little boy scramble up.

Once everyone had arrived and the party was in full swing, Louis wasn’t entirely sure his eardrums would survive the afternoon. The laughter, the squeals, the sheer volume of joyful chaos; it was a lot.

Thankfully, after an hour, they’d managed to coax the children over to the table for lunch, and for a brief, blissful moment, the noise settled into a manageable hum. The shrieks became hushed conversations, interspersed with the sound of sandwiches being unwrapped and crisp packets being opened. Louis let out a slow breath, grateful for the temporary calm.

‘You okay, babe?’ Harry asked gently, stepping up beside him and rubbing slow, soothing circles on the small of Louis’ back.

Around them, the kids were happily digging into sandwiches and crisps, while the princesses floated between tables, helping Liam and Zayn hand out plates piled high with sausage rolls and colourful little bowls of crudités.

‘I’m just glad they’re eating now,’ Louis murmured with a tired chuckle, slipping an arm around Harry’s waist and leaning into him. He rested his chin lightly on Harry’s shoulder, letting himself relax for the first time in what felt like hours. ‘My ears needed a break.’

Harry smiled, tilting his head slightly to rest against Louis’. ‘You’ve pulled off something pretty magical, y’know.’

Louis smiled against Harry’s shoulder, letting the warmth of his words settle. The garden was still buzzing with kids chattering between bites, someone’s drink already spilling. But, for a moment, it all felt still and steady; like everything was exactly as it should be.

Harry gave his waist a gentle squeeze. ‘Have you eaten anything?’

Louis let out a soft laugh, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. ‘Does half a cocktail sausage and a bite of Penny’s crust count?’

Harry raised an eyebrow, and Louis knew he was in trouble. ‘Not even close.’

Louis sighed, mock-dramatic. ‘I was too busy making sure everyone else had a plate.’

‘Which is very noble,’ Harry said, reaching for a nearby plate and nudging it into Louis’ hands, ‘but not sustainable. You’re going to be no use to anyone if you pass out before the cake.’

Louis rolled his eyes fondly but took the plate anyway, heart full. ‘What would I do without you?’

Harry smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. ‘Let’s not find out.’

Louis had just taken his final bite, finally feeling like he could breathe, when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He picked it up casually at first, expecting a parent’s message or a last-minute ‘what time does it finish?’ text. But, when he tapped the screen and saw the doorbell camera feed, his body went rigid.

There, standing at the front door like they belonged, was someone he hadn’t expected. Someone who most definitely hadn’t been invited.

His stomach twisted.

‘Everything okay?’ Harry asked, already picking up on the shift in his posture. Louis didn’t answer right away. His jaw had set, his eyes sharp. The kind of look that said no, not even close.

‘Lottie!’ Louis called out, scanning the garden. She looked up instantly from where she was wiping icing off her son's cheek.

Her gaze flicked to her brother's face, then his clenched phone. Without hesitation, she nodded before he even asked a question, clearly reading the tension in his shoulders.

‘I’ve got them,’ she said gently, already moving toward the kids.

Louis turned and made for the house, footsteps brisk. Harry fell into step beside him without hesitation, his hand lightly brushing Louis’ back in silent support.

Louis didn’t speak as they moved through the house, but the storm in his chest was growing louder with every step.

At the front door, Louis paused, planting his feet and pulling in a slow, steadying breath. His hand hovered over the handle, jaw tight as he fought to rein in the frustration simmering just beneath the surface.

Beside him, Harry stayed quiet but close. Offering his presence like an anchor. When Louis finally opened the door, he blinked, momentarily thrown by the sight of her.

‘Hi,’ Eleanor spoke gently, standing on the step like this was just any other day. She straightened slightly under his gaze, trying to meet his eye.

Louis didn’t speak, not yet. He wasn’t sure he could trust himself.

‘What are you doing here?’ Louis asked eventually, his voice low but firm. Behind him, the sounds of laughter and playful shrieks filtered in from the garden; a stark contrast to the sudden heaviness hanging at the doorstep. He could only hope the girls, Liam, and Zayn were still holding the chaos together.

‘It’s her birthday. Penny’s birthday,’ Eleanor said, her brow furrowed like she truly didn’t understand why she wasn’t being welcomed with open arms.

‘I’m well aware it’s my daughter’s birthday,’ Louis replied, sharper than he intended. The heat in his chest flared. Both in frustration at her, and himself for letting her get under his skin so quickly. He folded his arms tightly across his chest, grounding himself.

‘Who gave you this address?’ he asked, quieter now, but no less pointed.

Harry stepped a little closer, his elbow brushing gently against Louis’ arm in a small, steady reminder that he wasn’t alone.

‘Your aunt,’ Eleanor replied coolly, lifting an eyebrow like that explained everything. Louis bit back a frustrated breath, the muscles in his jaw twitching. From the corner of his eye, he noticed Harry’s hands; fists clenched, shaking ever so slightly at his sides. The sight grounded Louis, reminding him to keep his focus.

‘I just wanted to drop off a gift,’ Eleanor continued, a hint of defiance in her voice. ‘That’s all. I’m not expecting anything else.’

‘You signed away your rights to her,’ Louis said tightly, each word sharp and deliberate. ‘You don’t get to show up now like none of that happened. You don’t belong here.’

Before Eleanor could respond, the unmistakable sound of small, fast footsteps echoed down the hallway.

‘You’re the Tesco lady!’ Penny called out brightly, appearing behind them before Louis could stop her.

Louis’ heart dropped; he’d been hoping to keep this interaction behind closed doors and make it all disappear before Penny even knew someone had been there. But now she was at the door, eyes wide with wonder as they landed on the oversized pink box in Eleanor’s hands.

‘You got a present? For me?’

She didn’t ask why Eleanor had brought it, and didn't pause to question why. Of course she didn’t; she was six. To her, it was about the gift, not the giver.

Louis felt something twist deep in his chest. Eleanor looked over at Louis, her expression uncertain. He gave the slightest of nods. It was reluctant, but enough.

She lowered herself to her knees, holding out the box with a careful smile. ‘Yes, it’s for you. For your birthday.’

Penny’s eyes lit up as she turned to Louis, clutching the gift to her chest. ‘Can I open it now, Daddy? Please?’

Louis hesitated, every instinct bristling. He didn’t want Eleanor to see that joy or to claim even a sliver of it. She hadn’t earned that, not after everything.

‘You can if you want,’ he said gently, crouching beside her. ‘Or… you could save it to open with the rest of your presents later?’

‘Ooh, I’ll save it!’ Penny giggled, twirling slightly with excitement before turning back to Eleanor. ‘Are you staying for cake? It’s a Frozen one!’

‘Oh, sweetheart, I wish I could,’ Eleanor said softly. ‘But I’ve got a plane to catch. This was just a quick visit.’

Louis watched her closely, unsure if she was being sincere or simply trying to soften the goodbye. But then she pulled out her phone and tilted the screen toward him. It was a boarding pass for a flight to LAX, leaving in under three hours.

Louis exhaled through his nose, the sound sharp with disappointment. Of course; this was who she was. Here for a moment and then gone again.

He shook his head slowly, the truth settling heavy in his chest. She wasn’t someone he, or Penny, could rely on. Her actions had only confirmed it.

‘You go do that,’ Louis said in a low, even tone. His eyes flicked past Eleanor toward the front gate, a silent signal for her to bugger off. ‘Say thank you and goodbye, Pen.’

‘Thank you!’ Penny chirped, smiling sweetly as she clutched the present. ‘Enjoy your plane!’

‘Thanks, sweetie,’ Eleanor called back, waving as she stepped down from the porch and headed toward a sleek, black car waiting further down the drive. ‘I hope you enjoy the present!’

Out of the corner of his eye, Louis watched as Harry’s simmering anger visibly built. Quietly, Harry waited until Penny had scampered back into the garden before slamming the front door shut; hard.

‘Hey…’ Louis whispered, reaching out. It wasn’t until his fingers brushed against Harry’s arm that he realised his boyfriend was trembling.

‘I’m sorry about the door,’ Harry muttered, still glaring in the direction of it like it might open again. ‘But that woman… I swear, I hope it’s a bloody one-way ticket.’

‘Me too, darling.’ Louis pulled him in without hesitation, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. ‘I love how much you love us, you know that?’

Harry didn’t answer right away. There was still tension in his body, still breathing a little unevenly. But, slowly, his arms slipped around Louis’ waist as he leaned in.

Louis held him close, feeling his own heart swell so big that it ached. He didn’t know how to explain the feeling; how Harry’s love for Penny made him fall harder every single day.

‘I love that little girl, Lou,’ Harry whispered, his voice thick with emotion. ‘I really, really do. She doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as… as that witch!’

‘I know,’ Louis interrupted softly, gently running his hand over the back of Harry’s head. ‘I know, love. And she won’t have to. You've been more of a parent to Penny than she ever has.’

Harry exhaled shakily, and Louis just held him tighter, as if that alone might be enough to make it all feel right again.

‘She’s a witch?’ Penny gasped, eyes wide with wonder. Louis froze, caught off guard by the sound of her voice. He hadn’t even realised she’d wandered back into the hallway. ‘Then why does she need a plane?’ she asked, head tilting in confusion. ‘Surely she could use a broom?’

Louis bit down a laugh, his shoulders shaking as Harry giggled into the side of his neck, face hiding in the exposed skin above the collar of his shirt.

‘That is a very good question, Pen-Pen,’ Louis grinned, composing himself enough to step back from Harry. ‘But what are you doing here, sweetheart? Aren’t you meant to be outside with your friends?’

‘Aunty Lottie sent me to ask when you’re bringing out my cake,’ she explained matter-of-factly. ‘She said Lucky’s getting… arsey!’ She beamed proudly, clearly delighted with how well she had relayed the message.

Louis’s eyes widened, slightly shocked at his daughter’s choice of words. ‘Do you mean antsy?’

Penny nodded enthusiastically, eyes sparkling in recognition. ‘That’s the one!’

The two men shared a fond look as they led her back down the hallway towards the kitchen, still fighting to mask their amusement.

‘So…’ Penny pressed, hopeful eyes bouncing between them, ‘cake?’

Louis crouched down beside her, smoothing a stray curl away from her face. ‘Alright, birthday girl. I need you to do something very, very important.’

Penny’s eyes sparkled with excitement. ‘Is it cake-related?’

‘Absolutely,’ Louis nodded, leaning closer to her as though he was sharing a secret. ‘Can you run and tell Uncle Zayn to rally the troops?’

Penny blinked, confusion evident on her face as her nose crinkled. ‘What does that mean?’

Louis chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. ‘Don’t worry, he’ll know. Just say those exact words.’

She narrowed her eyes, suspicious but intrigued. ‘Okay… but if he starts handing out shields and swords, I’m blaming you.’

He nodded in agreement. ‘Deal!’

Penny turned on her heel and dashed off, yelling ‘rally the troops Uncle Zaynie!’’ loud enough to make several parents in the garden jump. Louis watched her go, heart fit to burst as she galloped over the lawn.

Several children squealed, sharing in her excitement, while Zayn glanced up and threw a thumbs-up in Louis’ direction without missing a beat.

Turning back inside the kitchen, Harry was already at work. He carefully lit the six candles at the front of the cake, keeping his hand steady so the cake topper wouldn’t melt. The soft glow made the fondant snowflakes sparkle, and for a moment, everything felt a little magical.

‘Ready?’ he asked, stepping back with his camera in hand.

Louis nodded, gently lifting the cake and heading toward the patio doors. As he stepped outside, the murmur of anticipation grew. He caught Lottie’s eye across the garden, who gave a subtle nod toward the hired actors, who began the opening lines of Happy Birthday. The children followed instantly, their little voices chiming in with giddy excitement.

With a proud smile tugging at his lips, Louis joined in, singing along as he carried the cake toward Penny. Penny’s hands flew to her cheeks as she saw it; blue and white icing, delicate snowflakes, tiny fondant versions of Elsa and Anna perched proudly on top.

Her mouth dropped open, watching the cake in awe. ‘Is that… for me?’

Louis felt the lump in his throat rise, as he lowered himself to his haunches and placed the cake down in front of her. ‘Yep. It's all yours, Pen-Pen.’ With glee on her face, Penny took a deep breath, before blowing out all of the candles to a chorus of cheers.

Harry moved around them silently, camera clicking softly as he captured every second. Every smile. Every shimmer of light on Penny’s face.

Louis couldn’t stop smiling; he didn’t want to.

*

By the time all the presents had been unwrapped and put away, the garden returned to something resembling normal, and the last guests waved off down the drive, Louis and Harry were running on empty.

Even with Liam and Zayn staying behind to help, there had still been plenty to do. There was a mountain of half-eaten cupcakes to clear, glitter to sweep, and a surprisingly stubborn balloon tangled in a tree.

Now, with the house quiet at last, they sat at opposite ends of Penny's bed, gently tucking her in beneath her Frozen duvet. Her eyelids were heavy, the excitement of the day finally catching up with her behind a sleepy smile.

‘Sweet dreams, princess,’ he whispered, hoping she fell asleep quickly. The promise of a cold beer and maybe five minutes of peace, was calling his name from the fridge.

‘Thank you for a wonderful party,’ Penny yawned, her voice soft and content as she clutched her new Anna doll close, nestled alongside her ever-faithful Elsa. ‘I had the bestest day ever.’

Harry smiled from where he sat at the end of her bed, book still open on his lap. He’d been given the honour of bedtime story duty, and the look on his face said he didn’t take that lightly.

‘You’re welcome, sweetheart,’ Louis murmured, fingers gently combing through her hair. He caught a stray fleck of glitter, smiling at the remnants of the day’s magic still clinging to her.

He was utterly exhausted, but seeing her so happy and so full of wonder, made every minute worth it.

‘Goodnight, Pen-Pen,’ he whispered into the quiet, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead.

‘Good night, Daddy,’ she mumbled, voice already thick with sleep.

‘Goodnight, Penny,’ Harry echoed softly, blowing her a gentle kiss from where he sat at the foot of the bed.

‘Goodnight, Papa,’ she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. She gave him a sleepy smile before her eyes slipped closed, lashes fluttering once before stillness settled over her.

Louis froze.

His heart stuttered at the sound of the word. So small and so innocent, yet so impossibly big. He didn’t dare look at Harry right away, afraid of what he might see. Afraid of what it might mean.

They stayed there in the quiet, waiting for the soft rhythm of Penny’s breathing to steady and the hush of sleep to fully take hold. Then, with the door clicked gently shut behind them, they padded toward the kitchen in silence.

Louis finally glanced sideways, nerves bubbling in his chest. But instead of confusion or fear, he found Harry standing still, eyes shining. A single tear slipped down his cheek, tracing a quiet path. Louis’ breath caught, this time for a different reason entirely.

‘She… she called me Papa, Lou,’ Harry whispered, his voice thick with disbelief and wonder. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, full of something so soft, so full of love it nearly undid Louis completely.

Louis couldn’t help but smile, wide and unguarded at the sight of him. ‘She did,’ he nodded gently. ‘Is that… is that okay?’ He held his breath, heart pounding, as he waited for Harry’s reply.

Harry let out a shaky laugh, wiping at his cheeks with the heel of his hand. ‘Okay? Louis… I couldn’t be happier!’ he giggled, voice cracking through a watery grin. ‘Honestly, I really couldn’t. You both mean everything to me. I don’t even have the words. I just… I love you. I love you both so much.’

Louis stepped into his arms without hesitation. ‘We both love you, too.’ In the next second, Harry lifted him off the ground with a joyful laugh, spinning him around like the weight of the day, and the years before it, had finally lifted.

As Louis clung to him, laughing breathlessly into Harry's neck, he realised something that hit deep and sure:

He really, truly could have it all.