With The Bad Comes The Good

Chapter Nine: Comes Crawling Back

Chapter 9.

Your point of view.

I wake up with Louis, but beat him to the bathroom. I hear him swear as I lock the door, laughing. I do my business quickly and step aside to let Louis rush in. He starts peeing before I even get through the doorway into his room. "Almost made ya pee your pants, there?" I laugh.

"Yes! You took forever!" Louis whines.

"There are other bathrooms, you know," I state as I lay back down on the bed.

"Yeah. That are in use!" he protests, washing his hands.

"Sorry. But aren't you a guy? Who can pee outside? That's what my brothers do," I mutter.

"Did you really have to ask if I was a guy?" he smirks as he lies with me under the covers.

I blush. "Guess not..."

"But for the peeing outside bit, that's not really my thing anymore. I was okay with it before the paparazzi," he says.

"Yeah, that would put me off, too," I smile to him.

He grins before kissing me softly on the lips. I don't smile into it, for once. I grin at the end, though. Louis gives me a strange look. It was a look of... Longing? "What chya thinking' about?" I ask with a crooked smile.

"Nothing," he answers too quickly. I drop the smile.

"You know you can tell me. I won't tell a soul. Is it about me?" I ask, intense curiosity burning my insides. Curiosity killed the cat. In this case the cat was me.

"Yeah...," he says, not looking at my face.

"Tell me," I prompt.

He glances at me. I was about to Niall him. "Okay, fine," he decides to surrender, instead of going down hard. "Promise me you won't laugh or be offended," he says. I nod, wondering what would be bouncing around his head to make him say that.

"Well, last night, I was thinking about what happened at the hotel," he starts slowly, and I blush, remembering it, too. It was A-MAZE-ING. "And-um- I was thinking about if I got you pregnant, and how I'd kinda like to be a dad. To help raise a precious little soul that you brought into this world," it seemed like he was off in his own world; lying beside me, staring at the ceiling.

"I had thought, if I could name my first son Tommy, that it would sound great. Tommy Tomlinson," he finishes.

"If I end up pregnant, and it is a boy, I will let you name him Thomas. Tommy for short," I promise him.

"Really?" he looked at me.

"Yeah. He'd be yours, too," I smile as I lean over and kiss his lips. Louis grins broadly, just thinking about it. We lay in silence, enjoying each other's company.

"Let's get dressed and eat some food!" I interrupt it by yelling.

"Okay," Louis agrees and gets up.

 I pull an outfit out of my bag and change quickly. I was glad I'd made the decision to leave the crutches at the hospital, because I didn't need them. I beat Louis to the kitchen and bang open the fridge. Louis takes a step back. I smile at him, dimly aware of a killer headache coming on, and throw a package of veggie bacon at him.

"Cook it for me!" I demand.

"Why? You're the vegetarian!" he protests.

"You are, too. Remember? And because I have cooking problems. You don't want burnt bacon, do you?" I question.

"Okay, fine. How?" he asks. "I dunno. Read the package. I could do it if I tried, but I don't feel like displaying effort on anything right now," I say tiredly. I had woken up, like, seven times last night, as per usual. I didn't wake Louis at all, though- which was a good thing. I didn't want him to know about all these nightmares and the major headaches that followed. I'm talking, like, I want to hold my head and scream. But instead I take two Tylenols. Hopefully those would work just as well.