The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty Four - The Beginning

Chapter Thirty Four - The Beginning

*Charlotte's POV*

"Mum! Mum, look! Dad's on the telly!" I popped my head out of the kitchen, peering at the TV, a glass of OJ in my hand. Sure enough, Louis, Harry, Niall, Zayn, and Liam were on the flat screen, sitting on a small couch, squished together. A blond woman sat opposite them, a pad of paper in her hands. The windows behind them revealed thousands of screaming fans, cooped up in the cold New York weather outside of the GMA studio. The boys all waved to the camera and it zoomed into their faces, showing their happy smiles.

"Hello boys! Welcome back to New York!" the hostess beamed.

"Thank you, it's great to be back. We love New York, brilliant city." Liam said, grinning at her. The others nodded in agreement.

"So, a lot has happened since your last visit to NYC, am I right? Three of you are married, one of you is engaged, three of you have children of your own. Anything else I should add on to that?" she teased. The boys laughed in unison.

"No, it's true. Erm--Liam, Harry, and I are married. Zayn is engaged to his girl. Liam, Lou, and I have kids..." Niall explained, blushing a bit.

"Tell us about them! I'm sure the fans are dying to know everything about 'Baby Direction'. I know I am!" she encouraged.

"I have a son, Taylor, who is going to turn six in about a month. Erm, I wish I could say he looks like me but honestly, he just has my eyes and my nose. Everything else is purely his mum." Liam joked. The hostess laughed and then the crowd erupted into loud "aw's" as a picture of Taylor showed on one of the back screens.

"Look at those long curly locks! Wow, you must treasure that hair!"

"Like I said, that is purely his mother," Liam teased and everyone laughed again.

"I have a son named Tommy--"

"Wait, his name is Tommy Tomlinson?!"

"Mummy, that's me! That's me! He's talking about me!" Tommy cheered as I sat down beside him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him down into my lap.

"Yeah, baby, daddy's talking about you! Quiet, so we can hear the rest." I whispered.

"The whole 'Tommy Tomlinson' was actually an idea I had at a young age and when Tommy came along, I thought, well why the hell not? It has a pretty good ring to it, honestly." Louis said, chuckling a bit. The crowd and the hostess laughed along with him.

"It does! Who does Tommy look like more, you or his mom?"

"I'd say he's got a fair mixture of each, which is a pretty good deal since both his mum and I are well fit. He won't have much trouble in the dating department." Louis joked. The hostess laughed and then looked over her shoulder to the screen where there was a picture of Tommy in his diaper at the beach next to an identical picture of Louis. Tommy's hair was a few shades darker and it curled a bit like mine, but it was obvious they had the same personality.

"He's like your mini-me!" The crowd laughed again and the hostess cleared her throat. "And what about you, Niall? Your children?"

"I have a daughter called Rosaline, but we just call her Rosie. She'll be four in May."

"Does she look like her mother as well?"

"No, not at all, she's the female version of me. Her mother's blond with dark blue eyes, but Rosie's got my brown hair and my eyes and she's got the same red cheeks I always had when I was little. Oh, there she is." The crowd "aw-ed" again as a picture of little Rosie in a pink dress with a little purse popped up on the screen, her blue eyes staring out into the distance.