Still The One.
When I first saw you, I saw love
And the first time you touched me, I felt love
And after all this time, you're still the one I love
(10 years later)
The house in Hampstead was quiet. It was an early Saturday morning and an other beautiful spring day was dawning on London, the beautiful brown brick house with the black wrought iron gates and the long driveway, the house that housed the Tomlinson family still slumbered. It was early and the members of the household slept peacefully as the birds in the bird park behind the house began chirping, greeting another April day.
Louis and Harry slept in their bedroom buried under their duvet, tangled up in each other even in their sleep as they had done for the past ten years. Ten long beautiful years of marriage with its ups and downs, fights, arguments, tears, slammed doors, raising kids, school events, parent and teacher evenings, date nights, late exhausted nights falling into bed weary but holding on to each other as if afraid of waking up and finding their spouse gone.
Their bedroom door creaked open silently, socked feet padding on the thick carpet. Then a jump on the bed, making the mattress dip heavily and Louis and Harry to jostle under the new weight on their bed.
'Dad you need to get up! Like now!' Louis' shoulder was prodded and shook several times but Louis only groaned and mushed his face deeper into the pillow.
'Go away! It's Saturday!' Louis groaned, not even opening his eyes. He was tired and he needed sleep.
'Precisely! It's Saturday. Which means football practice. Which also means its match day! The match is at 4 pm dad and I can't be late for practice. I'm captain of the girl's team and I need to set an example by being punctual. If I want to become a professional player for the Women's England National team and make it into Arsenal's girl's team, I need you to get up now and take me to practice because I would really really love to play for Arsenal.'
'You talk too much Peahead!' Louis groaned again.
'Daaaad I told you not to call me Peahead anymore. Hell it's embarrassing!'
'Ava language,' Harry scolded her gently, his voice thick and deep, his face sqaushed into Louis' neck. Ava smiled.
'Good morning daddy love,' she said sweetly.
'Judas!' Louis spit at her. Harry chuckled and cuddled further into Louis' side, wrapping his arm around his waist.
Avalon “Ava” Tomlinson was eight years old and Harry might have fathered her and his DNA ran through her veins but she was all Louis! She had light brown wavy hair that fell down to her waist, she had the brightest blue eyes (thanks to their surrogate), high cheekbones and full lips which she inherited from Harry. Ever since the day she had been born and they had brought her home, Louis had fallen in love with her. He could never be away from her for longer than five minutes and she bonded with him strongly, so much so that when he had to go to work, Harry had found it a real problem to stop her crying and many times he had ended up calling Louis begging him to come home which Louis did whenever he could. When he couldn't, Harry had to sit in the nursery, give her one of Louis' t-shirts so she could smell him, put Louis on speakerphone and had him sing “Bridge Over Troubled Water” to her until she calmed down and eventually fell asleep. Louis loved her. He adored her. She grew up to be his very own little replica. She had his temper, his wit, his sass, his sense of domination and leadership. She liked to boss everyone around which was why she was always class prefect and captain of the girls football team. Since she could walk, Louis had played football with her in the garden which was where her love for the game stemmed from and Louis was the proud soccer dad who cheered her along during her matches and shouted the loudest whenever she scored which was often since she played a striker. She had also taken after Louis in the way she treated Harry. Where with Louis she stood her ground and was stubborn, with Harry she was always soft and gentle and careful, using her softest voice with him and occasionally calling him “daddy love” after hearing Louis call him love so many times. It was Harry she always went to when Louis said no to her, going to Harry pouting and batting her eyelashes at him rendering him a mess at her mercy. But Harry never went against Louis. If Louis said no, he said no too (a softer version but no nonetheless) He and Louis were a team and they never went against each other.
