Forever the one (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic) L.S PART 1

Chapter 17 Harry

 I'm sitting here in Liams living room between Harper and Hallie with Evan perched on my lap and I've never felt happier. When Evan arrived and came straight over to me climbing into my lap I initially felt worried as I was unsure how Louis would take this but after looking at him and receiving that small smile I can now finally relax, and the feeling is surreal.

Here I am, Harry Styles with my own flesh and blood sitting on me, chattering away about the day he's had.  I could listen to him talk all day. He has the same accent as Louis and it's so adorable.  I don't fail to notice though the look of pure hatred from Luke though as he spots me sitting there, immediately pulling Louis into his lap and holding him tight. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. He has always been the same and the fact that he feels the need to do that in front of me is laughable. What's more annoying to me is not that Louis is with him, it's the fact that he just treats Louis like a piece of meat in my presence and I know Louis well enough to know that he doesn't appreciate that but I'm sure he's letting it slide for the peace. Which is new as Louis is usually very vocal on matters i think fondly.

Before the game starts Liam brings in a feast for us all, drinks and snacks. Evan climbs off my lap to get some stuff before settling on the floor next to my feet. I can't not watch him as he picks up a slice of pizza, dips it in ketchup and feeds it into his mouth getting sauce all around his lips. I shouldn't find it this endearing, but I do. He catches me looking as he finishes chewing

"Harry, are you coming to the game again this week? it's on Wednesday" I look up and notice Louis has looked over and is waiting for me to answer. I swallow the food I have in my mouth turning towards him

"I wish I could mate but I got to go back to work in London on Monday for a few days so I won't be here" he looks a little disappointed and I feel like I've let him down already "but how about after we watched this match, we could go practice some in the garden if you want? His eyes light up. I don't dare look at Louis in case he's shaking his head no at me, but stuff it I'm going to do this, not being a part of his life is not an option for me anymore.

"Really, that be so cooooool" he grins. This boy gosh, he's so dam cute I can't take it.  I take a glance at Louis and he's watching our interaction, but he doesn't look annoyed he looks settled and dare I say happy. I hope this means we are moving on. From the messages the other day I think that Louis is willing to sort this out properly and maybe start to let me and Evan get to know each other. I'm willing to do whatever Louis thinks is best for Evan, as long as it's in the right direction, and I can start to officially be his dad. I feel a mixture of pure excitement and nervousness. It's all new to me but I'm determined to give it my all.

Watching the match surrounded by all my favourite people has been so nice and normal and I've really missed this.  Well apart from Luke who has not uttered a word to me, just shot me the odd dirty look. The teams playing were Liverpool vs Chelsea and Liverpool has won 2-1. Hallie is ecstatic seems as she is a Liverpool fan, getting up to do a little victory dance around the room, it's nice seeing this side of her she's normally quieter and more placid but I can tell she feels comfortable in here to be more herself. Liam pulls her over to his lap as she's doing another lap of the living room tickling her until she laughs out loud

"that's from daddy Zayn, you know he don't like Liverpool" he tells her "So he would want me to torture you with tickles" 

"Well, I will tell him all about it later daddy when I look at the stars and tell him my team won" and if that isn't the most gut-wrenching thing to hear ever. I don't know what is. Liam cuddles her tight whispering in her ear, I can't hear what he's saying but I see her grin and nod.

I get up to return some plates and cups into the kitchen when I hear him behind me. I turn around. How someone can always look so effortlessly perfect in chill out Sunday clothes is beyond me. He's always had that effect on me and still to this day he takes my breath away. He's wearing casual adidas joggers and an oversize hoody, one where the sleeves are long enough to cover his hands. It looks so soft; id give anything to have a touch and a smell. He always smelled amazing I'm sure that's never changed. I can also see his hair still wispy under the cap his wearing.