The Boy With The Blue Eyes [Louis Tomlinson Story AU]

Chapter 7

I woke up to the sound of loud voices and clanking pots. I rubbed my eyes looking at the clock that said 10:35 . That's way too early for me.

Climbing out of Louis' bed, I trudged down the stairs. When I reached the kitchen I giggled loudly, a hand flying to my face.

Harry was standing in a defensive position, pan pointed in warning at Louis, who had an egg in one hand, and a handful of what I was guessing was pancake batter. Both boys had flour all over themselves, though Louis was wearing only a pair of checkered pajama pants. Harry had on a pink frilly apron, and had batter an eggs in his wild mane of curls. They both froze looking at me.

Harry lowered the pan slowly, and smirked at Louis.

"What do we have here? Have a sleepover last night did we? Was it fun? You should've invited me over, you know I'm real good with my hands if yo--" he was cut off as Louis slapped the hand full of batter over Harry's mouth. Harry's eyes widened and he turned to Louis. Lou backed up slowly til his back hit the counter, and then Harry pounced on him, pretending to have a Make-out session with the shorter boy. He made sure to wipe the batter all in Louis' hair and on his face as he did.

"Aye! The Irish is here, and he comes bearing gifts!" I heard the loud leprechaun before I saw him. He walked into the kitchen with two grocery bags, and Liam behind him, Followed by Zayn. I laughed as the boys looked at Louis an Harry with amused eyes.

"Don't worry Ali, this happens ALL the time," Liam laughed.

"Does not !" Harry pouted, crossing his arms.

"Last night at Liam's house,"

"The family barbecue,"

"When you were baking for the girls," they all added times when the two had recently had food fights.

"That's no fa--" Harry was cut off again as we heard someone stomp down the stairs. I looked over to see six-year-old Darcey on the stairs rubbing her eyes, a blue blanket in her other hand. She walked over to me an I lifted her into my arms as she pouted.

"You meanies! Why are you being so loud, I was sleeping and...." She trailed off as she saw all the other boys there, smiling at her. Darceys eyes grew wide, her cheeks pink as she buried her face in the crook of my neck.

"Who's that?" I laughed as I walked to the kitchen counter, setting my little sister on the table top. Then I turned to Niall.

"This is my little sister Darcey," he smiled at her, as Harry walked over and stood by me. My little sister looked up, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"What?" Harry laughed.

"I want to touch your hair," she said bluntly . He leaned against the counter so she could reach the curls.

"You know," Harry said, poking her stomach lightly, "if I was ever to have a daughter, I'm going to name her Darcey." My sister beamed at him. Just then the other girls came down the stairs one by one. My other sister Amiya looked at Niall, and when their gazes met she blushed, ducking her head.

"Awh, little Ami has a crush doesn't she?" Louis teased.

"Oh shut it Louis, your just jealous because I got over you," she smirked at him.

"Oh no she didn't," Liam snapped his fingers, as Zayn,Niall, and Harry 'ohh'd'.

"I think I'm okay with that," he winked at Amiya, she scowled.

"Oh, he's fine with it because he's in love with Ali, and he's got Harry as a sexual frustration release," I laughed loudly as Lottie crossed her arms smiling mischievously at her brother. The rest of the company gasped.