The Encounter |H.S|

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"What have you done to him?!" I exclaim, my hands on Harry's shoulders while glaring at my dad, who shrugs with a laugh and Harry kisses my cheek twice before giggling.

"We were having fun! Everyone had drinks." My dad defends himself and Norah gulps her own drink with a snicker while Harry attempts to escape my grip with a whine.

"Yeah! Eve, you're ruining the mood." Harry hiccups, trying to pry my hands away once again while my mum walks past us with a giggly Hazel in her arms.

"He's not that bad dear, just a few drinks. The boy needed them, he looked so stiff." My mum laughs at the memory and Harry walks away from me to kiss Hazel's head and she pats his cheek.

"I'm not that bad, just a bit tipsy." He tilts his chin up as if to prove himself and I set my hands on my hips with furrowed eyebrows, watching as he attempts to reach for another glass but I quickly slap his hand away from anything of the kind, causing him to groan.

"You broke him!" I point at Harry while staring at the rest of the people in the room as he leans down to rest his head on my shoulder, pressing lazy kisses on the skin while wrapping his arms around me.

"He's fine, I'm sure he'll thank us for it." My dad waves me off, shaking his head while I furrow my eyebrows at him and my sister laughs at the conversation before setting her hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry about him, I'm sure he hasn't been drunk in a while." She snickers and I scoff while pulling Harry away from me and taking Hazel in my arms as she looks at everyone in the room.

"Whatever, we should get going though, Lou's waiting for us." I sigh, glancing over at Harry as he touches my arm with a lazy smile on his lips before he presses a kiss on my cheek.

"Send Louis lots of kisses from me, that boy's an angel." My mum grins, kissing my cheek and ruffling Harry's hair before lightly squeezing Hazel's cheek, causing her to whine while turning her face away.

We all say our farewells and my parents make me promise to call them more often while my sister flips me off, causing Aaron to gasp loudly before attempting to cover my eyes.

We put our coats back on and I take the chance to take Harry's car keys in my hand without him even noticing. He waves at everyone before we step out and close the front door.

We walk towards the car and I carefully put Hazel in her seat, watching as her heavy eyes glance at me before she sends me a sleepy smile while I put her pacifier in her mouth.

I close her door before turning to look at Harry, who has his hands in his pockets as if looking for something. "Harry, you're not driving."

"What?!" He widens his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows at my words before slowly wrapping his arms around me, "Why?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you're drunk?" I ask sarcastically and he looks at me with a pout on his lips, resting his head on my shoulder while I roll my eyes.

"But it would be more romantic if I drove, we could hold hands." He whines, tightening his hold on me in the slightest and I take a quick look at Hazel in the car, smiling as I see her sleeping.

"You know what would also be romantic? If you could sit next to Hazel while I drive." I suggest, hoping he would cooperate and do what I told him but he merely shakes his head against my shoulder.

"That's not romantic, it makes no sense." He giggles and I wrap my arms around him with a sigh, pressing a kiss on his lips before taking a fallen curl away from his face as he stares at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"Please mon chéri? I'd be so grateful if you did." I smile as sweetly as I can at him, trying to not lose my patience as he looks down with a nod and I give him another kiss.

After making sure he's seated next to Hazel, I sit down on the driver's seat and drive away. Harry spent the whole time singing quietly and making awful pickup lines, defending himself by saying that he's doing that because he's flirting with me.

I park the car on my driveway, stepping out of the car and carefully taking Hazel's sleeping figure in my arms while Harry stumbles closer to us with a laugh at his loss of balance.

Harry knocks on the door happily, narrowing his eyes as the door opens and Louis stands there with a frown, his expression softening at the sight of us before we all step inside.

He sniffs, walking towards the living room and sitting down on the couch while Harry wanders to the kitchen and I furrow my eyebrows at Louis' behaviour. 

I decide to put Hazel on her crib as well as dressing something more comfortable before sitting down next to Louis as he avoids eye contact, Harry still in the kitchen. "Lou, is everything alright?"

"Amy broke up with me."

"Oh dear," I pull him into a hug, kissing his head before looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, "why is every relationship around me falling apart?! Why did she do that?"

"I don't know… at first she said it was because you're still living here, but I told her you're not single and then she just started saying random shit about stuff I've done."

"Lou, I'm so sorry… she doesn't deserve an angel like you," I mutter, fixing his messy hair while he looks away from me. It's a surprising thing to happen, I've always liked Amy if I'm being honest and I really thought their relationship would last much longer than this but the way he's telling me this seems like she was making up excuses to break up with him, "I could talk to her if you want."

"No… At least not yet." He shakes his head, looking at the tv in front of him while I can still hear Harry rummaging in the kitchen before I sigh.

"Would drunk Harry cheer you up?" I ask with a forced smile, watching as he tilts his head before looking over at the doorway of the kitchen curiously before eyeing me.

"He's drunk?" He asks with a faint smile and I open my mouth to reply but I am rudely interrupted by Harry's loud voice from the kitchen.

"Babe! What's the name of this snack you've got here? Wait a minute… that's just my reflection on the window."

He rushes to where we are and sits on the seat right next to mine, cheek pressed against my shoulder and arms around me tightly while giggling at his joke.

I shake my head while brushing his hair with my fingers, turning my attention to Louis before grabbing his hand and getting up from the couch, bringing him along and leaving a very whiny and cuddly Harry on the couch.

"Let's get some water for Harry, today I'm the one making dinner," I inform him, helping Harry get up from the couch and leading the two of them to the kitchen, sitting them down on the chairs.

After filling a glass of water, I hand it to Harry, who crosses his arms while turning his face away. "Water is boring." He argues, attempting to get the glass of water away from him and I groan before pinching his nose.

"But I'd be so happy if you did mon chéri." I send him a pleading smile, hearing Louis chuckle while Harry sighs dramatically and grabs the glass of water, bringing it to his lips and gulping down all of it.

I kiss his nose before straightening my back and sending a smile to Louis, who smiles weakly before looking away. "Listen Harry, we have to cheer Louis up, he's not feeling well."

Harry widens his eyes, turning his head to glance at Louis with furrowed eyebrows before getting up and pulling Louis into a hug, causing me to cover my mouth so I don't laugh.

"Everything is okay now Louis, don't be scared."

Updating earlier because it's almost my birthday and I won't be able to write more until then, I hope you're enjoying the story!♡