The Assistant // Louis Tomlinson

Part-Time Parents

Found a better way to explain what's happening with these-- a collection of single chapter epilogues about how life happened after the last chapter.

and wrote this instead of finishing 24 for GG because LOU is my favorite human today sooooo :D

"Guess we made it this far. Guess we're doing alright. Looks like we made it out alive. Yeah , we made our mistakes. But we followed our hearts."

For Always, Forever
by Every Avenue

"You lost him already?!" I screech.

"I did not lose him," he scoffs a laugh. "We're just playing hide and seek."

"He can't even crawl, stupid," I snap. He presses his lips into a thin line.

"I set him down somewhere, so he's definitely... here..."

"You forgot where you put him?! How do you even do that! He's not car keys!"

Louis just shrugs with big eyes, looking just as lost as I am in the whole situation.

Hunter is seven months old now and rambunctious for an infant. Even with that being so, he can only cause a certain amount of trouble when the most damage he can do requires him to be stationary, or merely in possession of a spoon. Therefor, watching him is more a case of watching the boys and making sure they aren't idiots using the kid as a toy. In this case, a one sided hide and seek with his Uncle Louis.

"Okay, well, before I snap your neck, retrace your steps. I was only in the kitchen for about ten minutes, so I don't know hard it can be to find him," I tell him. Not to mention, my flat isn't that large to begin with.

Louis starts mumbling to himself as he paces in and out of different doorways. I stay in the living room, collapsing back against the couch.

There are times I think it was probably a blessing in disguise that Louis and I didn't become parents six months ago, with our friends. I've been able to accept that more and more, recently. Louis and I decided about a month ago, reaching our one year test mark, that we can make it.

But really, Harry and Hailee have been gone for two weeks and I'm exhausted. When I volunteered--not that I would have been given a choice, anyways--to watch Hunter while they went on their all-paid vacation Anne decided to give them a month ago--not that they couldn't pay for it themselves, but more as an excuse for them to get out and relax--I never expected it to be this exhausting. I mean, I've spent plenty of time watching the kid with and without help, but watching him while planning out the wardrobes for the next tour starting in a few months that needed to be done soon so we can get everything together, and trying to get all my Christmas shopping done, and trying to keep the flat sanitary--I gave up on 'clean' after two days--it's a struggle.

Not to mention that Gen, Annie, and Katie are visiting for the holidays. They spent the last few nights at Niall's flat, though. They said that they missed him, but I said they missed sleeping. Hunter tends to cry every few minutes in his sleep.

That's right. Minutes.

Luckily they should be back in an hour or so, along with the other boys. In other words: twelve more helping hands.

"Goal!" Louis' voice in the other room startles me and I sit up straighter.

"I swear, Tomlinson, if you through the kid through a net, your ass is dead!"

I hear him laugh as he walks down the hall and into the living room. I breathe out when I see Hunter in his arms.

"You do realize there would literally be hundreds ready to kill you if that boy died, right?" I chuckle and he plops down next to me.