Dad Next Door: Volume 1 (Under Editing Soon)

Thirty One

Louis P.O.V

Things have gone smoothly since we got here yesterday. After our nap yesterday, we had an assortment spread for lunch made by Gemma with salami from the local farmers as well as their local cheese and homemade crusty bread. It was delicious and I was so full because I ate so much cheese!

We are on our way back from visiting the Sforzesco castle and it was beautiful in there. The architecture is magnificent, the interior artistic with the archways and high ceilings, artwork engraved in every wall. Harry fitted right in, he looks like a stone statue sculpted by the Gods himself.

We're walking down the street, sun blazing down on us and sheen of sweat clings to my shoulder blades and forehead. I have my hand in Harry's and I don't care how hot either one of us are, I'm not removing mine from his for a second. 

Harry goes to move his from mine and I tighten my grip. 

"Lou, it's too hot," He mumbles, rubbing at his eyebrow with his left hand. 

I pout. "But I want to hold hands."

He sighs, dropping the subject, keeping his hand in mine anyway. 

Robin begins to squirm from where he's walking. 

"You need the toilet, bud?" I ask. 

He looks up at me, lifting his head further up to be able to see me through the orange bucket hat on his head. He nods, holding the front of his shorts. 

I look around and thankfully, there's a cafe just a bit further up. "Alright, come on, I'll take you. Look after that hand until I come back, I'll be back." I give Harry a wink and grab Robin's hand, both of us charging passed Natalie and Darcy as we go. 

He begins making whimpering noises so I pick him up and leg it the rest of the way. I enter the cafe and ask for a toilet. 

The lady points to the side of the counter and I give my thanks, bringing Robin inside the yellow decor bathroom, locking the stall behind me. I pull his shorts and pants down and sit him on the toilet.

"You need to use your words when you need the toilet, love. You'll be more comfortable going as soon as you feel you need to go," I explain. 

"Sowwy, papi," He mumbles, swinging his legs and looking down at his knees. 

I'm holding his waist to keep him up right and I place a hand in his hair. "Hey, it's okay, little sparrow! Well done for holding it in until we found a toilet." I kiss his cheek and he places his palm on my cheek. 

Once he's done, he jumps off the seat and I help him wipe, flush the toilet, pull up and we walk back out to wash our hands. I help him with his and get him over to the dryer. But the loud noise gets him frustrated and he begins to have a tantrum. 

I take him out the bathroom and back outside to calm down.

"Everything alright?" Harry asks. 

I look over to him. "He didn't like the hand dryer when I turned it on."

"Yeah, he's never liked the sound, scares him." He gives Robin a rub on the back.

Robin walks off towards his sisters and I place my hand back in Harry's. Gemma and Mike are further up the street, looking inside one of the shop's window. 

Gemma points. "We're just nipping inside!" She calls to us before disappearing with Mike. 

"No, Robin!" Darcy whines. 

Harry and I look over to see Robin grabbing her hat off her head and throws it to the floor. He begins screaming, grabbing his own hat off his head and tossing it on the floor before throwing himself to the ground.