Take Your Time (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 25

Louis' mind went still as he heard the pap, his blood going boiling hot and ready to launch. But then he saw a fist raised, and within a second he heard his husband's voice from 26 years ago.

This would crush Rosie. If she saw him or Declan hit anyone it would hurt her more than this whole situation already has.

In a flash Louis jumped, forcefully wrapping his arms around Declan and using all his weight to push him back. And as soon as Harry saw him somewhat secured he reached for the younger lad as well and pulled him further away.

"All of you back off!!" Louis screamed over them, "I'll give an interview in a few days! Let us get home!"

Hearing that the shouts stopped, but a few pictures were still taken with the two men holding Declan.

Rosie couldn't move as she saw her boyfriend fuming and dads doing everything to keep him contained.

She thought all of this would be over, she thought getting the procedure would be the end. But with the cameras shoved in her face it would only be a matter of time before the world found out.

Rosie had her tear filled eyes locked on the pavement, arms wrapped around herself and waiting for them all to leave. She wished she could leave, sprint away and pretend none of this was happening.

"Fuck," Louis breathed out as they started walking away and he released Declan, "bug c'mere, we gotta get you to the car," he reached for her.

As soon as Rosie felt her dad's hand she held onto him tightly, her father moving them in a rush through the car park.

He opened the back door of his car for her and Louis was quick to hop in the seat with her while Harry got in on the other side and Declan claimed the front passenger.

And once the door was closed Rosie was crying, her head thrown on her dad's shoulder and steady tears escaping her.

"Oh honey," Louis whispered, kissing her hair as both he and Harry rubbed her back, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he barely said, his own eyes pooling with tears, "this is my fault, and I'm gonna fix it."

"D-dad you can't fix this," Rosie sobbed as she shook her head.

The blue eyed man swallowed thickly, there being too many memories at this point of the kids or his husband getting hurt because he's famous. But this crashed on top of him harder than all the others.

"Love we can and we will," Harry said, his heart breaking as he saw his little girl so distraught, "dad and I can figure something out."

Rosie didn't think there was anything they could do. The headlines are already being printed, and within a half hour there will be countless articles all over the internet. Just thinking about it had more tears escaping her, this being the absolute last thing she needed.

"I'm sorry..."

The three Tomlinsons looked at Declan, the Irish lad biting his lip and gaze focused on his lap.

"I-I don't know what happened. I didn't mean to-" he stopped himself before rubbing a frustrated hand over his face.

"I get it mate, I was ready to pounce like you," Louis muttered as he let out a small breath, "but we can't because it can hurt the people we love too," he said quietly, glancing over to Harry and seeing the gratitude behind his eyes.

Declan nodded, his eyes finding his girlfriend as he reached a tentative hand for her knee. And he was relieved when she placed her hand on his and squeezed gently, him mildly scared she was upset with him.

"Do you guys want to come back to the house with us?" Harry asked as he looked at Rosie gently.

Rosie let out a hiccupped breath as she wiped her eyes, "pop I'll be honest I just want to go home and lay down with Dec," she said, feeling like she had to completely shut off.