Not My Cup of Tea // L.S.

Epilogue *2*

Eleven years later, 2035

Harry Tomlinson: 31 years

Louis Tomlinson: 33 years

Zayn Malik: 33 years

Liam Malik: 33 years

Niall Horan: 32 years

Ziva Malik: Born in 2022, 13 years

Noah Tomlinson: Born in 2025, 10 years

Max Horan: Born in 2026, 9 years

Lynn Malik: Born in 2026, 9 years

Lily and Lavender Tomlinson: Born in 2027, 8 years

Mateo Tomlinson: Born in 2031, 4 years

Nathaniel Malik: Born in 2033, 2 years

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"And the Grammy goes to...Watermelon Sugar, Harry Tomlinson!"

A chorus of "YAY!!" erupted in the Tomlinson household.

All the five Tomlinsons sitting on the couch in front of the television got up and started cheering.

Louis was smiling through his tears, as he saw his husband go and collect the Grammy on stage. He said, "Okay, kiddos, now shush for a little while? Let's hear what your dad's gotta say."

All the four kids obeyed him and sat back down on the couch.

Harry then spoke, on television,

"Wow, uhm. To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. Uhm, this was the first song we wrote after my first album came out, uh, during a day-off in Nashville. I just want to say thanks to Tom, Tyler and Mitch, and everyone. Uh, everyone in Columbia, my manager Jeffrey. Thank you very much, I feel very grateful to be here. All these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much. I feel very honoured to be here, so thank you so much.

Special thanks to my husband, my love, my Louis, for always encouraging me to do more. For always helping me promote, helping me write, helping me in every step of life. He's the reason I'm here, he's the reason I'm successful. So, Louis, this one's for you honey! Thank you."

Louis was already a crying mess. He sat down heavily on the couch, overwhelmed. He couldn't believe that his baby, his love, his Harry had just won his first Grammy. He felt a small hand coming up to his cheek and wiping his tears away.

Louis saw a pair of green eyes stare at him. He smiled at his four-year-old son, Mateo, who asked, "Dada, why are you crying?" Louis hugged him and said, "Buddy, these are happy tears. I'm so proud of your dad."

Mateo smiled immediately, with dimples, and said, "When will dad be home?"

"He'll be back in a while kiddo." Louis said. He ran a hand through his son's curls, as Mateo sat down next to him. He rested his head on Louis' lap.

Louis smiled wide. Everything about Matty, as they called him, reminded him of Harry. Meanwhile, he heard the rest quarrel over something.

"Alright what is it?" Louis asked them.

"Daddy, I want to be the first to take a picture with dad's Grammy, because I'm the eldest here other than you. But they are saying they won't let me." Noah, the almost ten-year-old Louis, complained.

Louis turned to the other two, "And, what's the problem with Noah being the first?"

Lily and Lavender Tomlinson, twins aged eight, said simultaneously, "Because it's always 'Ladies first'!"