Mixed Direction

Chapter Eight: Envelopes

{Eleanor's POV}

When I was younger, I used to always make sure I collected the mail from the letterbox out the front of our house. Then I'd rush inside and nag my parents to be allowed to open them. Upon most occasions, I was allowed to rip the envelope at the top and pull out the letter or bill, handing it over to my parents.

The even more exciting thing was when the envelope had my name in the address section. Someone's handwriting or in print. Either way, I was always beyond excited to open it.

But now, holding the white envelope in my hands, I am terrified to open it. My name is printed upon the front, there isn't a bend or tear in the paper and the seal is closed perfectly, but I don't want to open it.

Because I know it's the DNA tests for my baby.

Inside this envelope are the results to whether this baby is Louis' or Harry's. The results that will change many options about the baby. I am certain that no matter what I will still proceed to have this child, but the lifestyle and choices made about the baby will change dramatically if the baby is not Louis'.... and quite possibly even if it is.

My fingers shakily tear up the seal, taking multiple different rips to actually complete the opening of the envelope, and once it's open, I start to breathe a lot heavier.

Either Louis, who is still legally my husband, and who has been wanting a child for a year or so now, will get his first child, to me, his legal wife. Or, Harry, who has only been married for a month and five days now, and is not expecting children for a while, definitely not to his bandmate's wife, will be having his first born- did I mention not to Jade....

I pull out the folded sheets of paper that are stapled together in the top left corner, and then unfold them, looking at all the words and sentences before me.

After slowly reading all the information and other crap the doctor has put down, I get to the stomach churning part of the letter.

(A/N: don't know how they actually do this... so lets pretend!)

The conclusions of the DNA tests provide the information that the unborn baby under the development within Eleanor Tomlinson, carries the maternal DNA of Eleanor Tomlinson and the paternal DNA of Harry Styles. Louis Tomlinson's DNA is not present within the unborn child.

Fuck.

{Leigh- Anne's POV}

A few days away was Niall's 'genius' idea for Valentine's Day. Niall decided that we should all take three days from the thirteenth until the sixteenth at a nice hotel hear in London, with our partners, stress free and fun.

And no, Niall and I did not come together as a 'couple'.

Jesy brought Jordan, I brought my Jordan, Niall brought Ella and Liam brought Danielle. We've found a lovely place with beautiful gardens, pools, big rooms, comfortable beds, it costs a fucking fortune... but the things we do for love....

Zuri has gone to Liam's parent's place for the weekend, which they were stoked about, and Asha went off to her Uncle Leo's place. Harry and Jade are still mending everything, so they stayed home. Louis has a runaway wife...

...and Zerrie decided they no longer want to celebrate Valentine's Day. Do not ask why. It is beyond us why they have decided this, but apparently it suits them, so then so be it. They get stranger each year.

"Wanna go out to dinner tonight, like all the couples, 'cause we have only one night left here?" Niall asks. I look at the little pond in front of us as we sit outside in one of the many courtyards.

"Yeah, that sounds nice, Ni," I turn and smile at the blonde boy next to me. Valentine's Day was yesterday, so tonight is our last night here at the hotel. "Where will we go?" I ask.

"Somewhere really nice, I'll go search it. If you could tell the others, I'll book a table and then we can all meet in the lobby at six," Niall smiles and then rushes off.

Niall's a gorgeous boy. Ella is a very lucky lady. But, I am also very lucky to have Jordan. Yesterday we had a wonderful time and he was anything but amazing. Jordan has always been anything but amazing.

I guess you just know when you've found the one. I often wonder when Jesy, Jade and Perrie knew that they're husbands were 'the one'. But to be honest, is there even such thing as 'the one'?

Do we just fret over something that has been pushed into our minds since we were young? The thought of marrying our prince, or marrying our soul mate. Maybe there is such thing as 'the one', but he comes as something else.

He doesn't come as a perfect man. He comes as the man who you will spend the rest of your life with. The man you vow to have look after you and for you to look after until death do tear thee apart.

{Perrie's POV}

Pain is only relevant if it still hurts. Ed Sheeran's words that may seem like single song lyrics are probably taken for granted. But, they are true. Pain is only relevant, if it still hurts.

Louis is trying to convince me that he isn't still suffering, and to a degree, I am believing him. Louis is coping through this, but then again, he's the type of guy who wears a smile because he knows that every moment of sadness is a moment less of happiness.

I think he's just getting a little lonely. I mean, he used to always come around during the day when Eleanor was at work, but he's also now staying over- and trust me, Zayn and I aren't complaining because it's like having another set of hands for the children.

"Mummy! Look!" Ellie's voice penetrates my thoughts and I look across at her sitting up on her knees, showing off her block tower that her and Louis built.

"That's cool, Ellie," I reply, then take another sip of my drink. "Lou, your tea is getting cold, lad."

"Okay, I'm coming!" Louis jumps up and runs over to the bench, taking a seat at the other side of the bench.

Louis has a drink and then looks at me as he carefully places down the mug. I know he wants to ask something because he's paused and is looking at the bench as if it's going to give him the question.

"Um, Per," Louis looks up and I nod for him to proceed. "I'm not like, getting in Zayn and your way am I? You know, I'm not a burden being here?"

I laugh a little and shake my head. I knew that question was going to arise at some stage or another. "No Louis, you're not," I reply. "If anything, you're a big help."

"Okay, cool!" Louis winks and takes a giant gulp of his cup of tea. "Thank you."

"Hey! You're my best friend, it's only fair," I reply and I watch his eyes crinkle up as he smiles into the mug.

Footsteps hit the wooden floors just around the corner and then Zayn appears holding one twin in each hand. I take Rosie from him as Zayn lets out a sigh, flicking the switch on the kettle again.

"Yes?" I ask.

"They're persistent not to sleep," Zayn replies. "Aren't you!" I watch him tickle Lillie and she lets out a squeaky giggle.

"Ellie never slept, and she's turned out.... half... decent," I look across at her. The child, in the lounge room, trying to feed the pet ducks crayons. We're never going to have anything normal, are we.....? Oh well.