Louis takes a swig of his beer. "You wanna know why we aren't okay?"
"Please do tell me Louis," Harry insists.
"You"-Louis sticks his finger against Harry's chest-"are making a big deal about nothing! We both miss shit, not just me okay? So don't go...
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It's been a year since the divorce and Louis has gotten better. He's not playing like shit anymore, and he isn't crying every time he sleeps in bed alone. He counts that as a win.
The media have practically forgotten about their divorce and now are focusing on some other new scandal. Which Louis doesn't mind one bit, just feels bad for whoever is on the receiving end of that coverage.
The kids are still a little awkward when both their parents are in the same room, but that's to be expected. Harry is doing okay, probably even better than Louis. The kids even informed him that Harry has been more relaxed and has even been taking yoga lessons.
Louis had no idea how to react to that information. Of course he was happy that Harry was healthy and living his life. It's just an uneasy feeling knowing Harry was happy without him.
Since the divorce, Louis has been trying to focus on spending more time with his children. If he learned anything from the divorce it's that he has been neglecting time with his kids. It's just too bad that he had to get a divorce to realize it.
But other than being separated from the love of his life, everything else was okay.
"Beck angle your foot more to the right when you strike the ball," Louis instructs his son.
Louis decided to take his kids out of the house and away from the electronics. Kids these days are so invested in their phones that they barely get to see daylight. Louis did not want his own children to follow the trend.
It was a rare gorgeous warm day in London, so Louis took them to the park.
Beck nods his head and lines up his kick like Louis taught him to. Beckham kicks the ball and it lands right into the net.
"That's it bud!" Louis says proudly.
Even at a young age Louis could see Beckham's potential in football. Louis was kind of relieved as well since he did name him after one of his favorite footballers.
"Thank you dad." Beck runs over and gives him a hug. "Can't wait to show coach."
"He still giving you a hard time?"
Beck looks at his dad with a bored expression. "Dad he's a Chelsea fan. Of course he's still giving me a hard time," Beckham says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well that's the price you pay for being my son." Louis pats him on the shoulder. "But if he's really bothering you, I can have a chat with him."
Beckham immediately shakes his head. "No it's okay. I'm the best striker on the team and he knows it," Beck says cockily. Like father, like son.
Louis smiles at his son like the proud father he is. "That's my boy."
Louis and Beckham collect their gear and make their way over to the swing set where Olivia and Mila are.
