Lou's Little Girl (A Larry Stylinson AU Story)

Chapter One

Chapter One

 

 

Louis was sitting at the dining room table with his laptop open and demo CDs pilled around him. This is one the less pleasant parts of working at a record company Lou decided… He gets up out of his chair and outs his kettle on to boil. He can feel it’s going to be a long night so he knows that he’ll need a few cups of Yorkshire tea to help him through it. As he leans up against the counter, day dreaming about endless supplies of tea and biscuits, he hears a muffled scream come from the direction of his daughter, Lila’s, bedroom. He forgets about his boiling kettle and sprints towards his daughters’ room. When he gets there he wrenches the door open and runs towards the small figure quivering under her quilt.

“What happened, sunshine?” Lou asked with concern and he sat on the edge of the bed. Lila doesn’t scream very often… He thought  to himself; let alone at night.

“Bad dream daddy!” The small brunette replied popping her head out from underneath her polka dot doona and scrambled closer to Louis. Lou chuckled lightly at her attempts and then picked up his little girl up out of her tangled mess of a bed.

“What was it about this time baby? You haven’t had a bad dream in a while have you?” He had just settled the small girl onto his lap when she started to shake her head, saying no to his last question.

“I was dreaming Uncle Hazza went away… Like mummy did…” Lila looked up at Louis with those chocolate eyes that reminded Louis of her mother. She looked like she was about to cry, so Lou pulled her into his chest.

“Don’t worry baby; Uncle Hazza isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.” Or so Lou hoped… Harry really was the only other person who could handle this little ball of energy who was currently curled up in his arms crying. “Shush, baby girl, don’t cry. You’ll see Uncle Haz tomorrow remember?” Lila lifted her head to look at her dad and slowly started to nod her head, getting faster and faster.

“I don’t want to go back to sleep yet daddy… Can I watch TV for a little bit?” Lila looked up at Lou with a hopeful expression. He laughed at his daughter. Only she would ask to watch TV at 10:30 at night. But being the awesome dad he is… or tries to be, he said yes and took her and her quilt to the couch. Luckily they had a pretty good satellite TV so she could watch cbeebies while he made his tea. Lou sat at the arm chair that was on an angle so he could see what they were watching and keep an eye on his baby girl who was curled up on the couch watching a random little kids TV show. All Lou could think about was the fact that Lila would never remember how her mum died… but Lou always would… And it all started with a few million phone calls… And a science experiment. And just like that Lou was pulled into a flashback.

“Louis phone would not stop ringing!!! He was trying to put a six month old, restless; Lila to bed and his phone constantly ringing wasn’t helping! Where was El when he needed her! She should’ve been home from the school hours ago! Only she could put this ball of energy to sleep it seems. Finally he gave up, and just sat Lila upon his hip and picked up his phone.

“Hello… Louis?” A nervous voice came from the other end of the phone call. It took Lou a few seconds to realise who was calling him.”

Louis was brought back to earth by a frantic pounding on his front door… Who’d be here at almost 11 o’clock at night?!  He hops up from his position on the couch and walks to painfully long way to the front door. As he looks through the peep hole on the apartment door, he feels a tug on his leg and sees Lila has joined him to see who’s here. As he looked again through the peep hole he saw a mop of curly brown hair, and anxious green eyes darting around to make sure no one was behind him. As Louis opens the door the taller boy tumbles through almost gasping for air as he did so.