Yours, Mine and Ours. [ Larry Stylinson - MPreg]

seven.

After signing the "contract"—because it was more just a loose agreement than it was anything else—the boys decided to meet up to discuss and plan out the next few months of shows. Chilling around the house like they used to do in 1D, they discussed each section in detail. Per their agreement, TOUR SCHEDULE MUST NOT CONFLICT WITH ANY PRIOR ARANGEMENTS which meant that, though this was a reunion tour, their solo-careers came first. Since Niall still had The Voice, and Liam—who recently was chosen to judge this new season of Masked Singer—both had prior arrangements, this meant that Harry and Louis would often have the stage to themselves. Of course, they didn't mind that, they were just going to miss Niall and Liam those days.

"Sure you can't miss just one episode?" Louis teased Niall with a light shove.

"You lads know I'd be on stage wit' you if I could," Niall hashed back. He grabbed a handful of chips and dopped a few into his mouth then, said, "But I can't let Reba take the crown this year. Team Niall's won the last three seasons!"

"That's fair," Liam said. Leaning his head, backwards, over the arm of the couch, he crumpled a paper and tossed it at Niall. Niall caught the paper, chuckled, and, putting the rest of the chips in his mouth, tossed it back.

"Okay," Harry sighed, reading over the agreement. "What's next?"

This part of the agreement was the SAFTEY AGREEMENT. "...absolutely nothing hard is to be thrown, ever." Harry read from his copy of the agreement. "Soft things can be thrown, only if we are looking toward you, never away. And things can only be thrown, from the first three rows, during the indicated songs."

"Sounds good to me," Liam shrugged.

"Okay, perfect. Now, let's see..." Louis said. He skimmed through the paragraphs of the safety agreement until he came up on the INFANT AND OTHER FAMILY SAFETY clause. "...a baby monitor walkie will be placed backstage. The monitor screen, itself, will be placed in a designated area on-stage, determined before the start of every show," Louis read through the clause. "A designated crew member will act as a NANNY during the shows when Baby A, Carson Stylinson, Baby B, Félicité Stylinson, or both attend. The NANNY must remain in the greenroom with both Baby A and Baby B at all times, unless escorted by Harry, Louis or both. The Nanny will also be required to update Harry, Louis, or both, whenever an emergency occurs or as they see fit. Additionally, no one under the age of 18 may enter the designated 'Danger Zone.'"

Louis looked over his shoulder to Harry for confirmation. "I like that," Harry grinned, rubbing Louis' back. He rested his chin on Louis' shoulder. "What about the first part?"

Louis scanned back over the clause. "To ensure the safety of all parties, barricade zones—which are limited to venues with pre-set barricade areas only— are to remain a "CONTACT FREE" zone. If a barricade does not exist, one will not be created and such designated space will remain as a "CREW ONLY" zone. Should any injury or damage occur in the barricade zones, it is agreed that the show will immediately seize to continue."

"What do you think?"

"It's great," Louis agreed, leaning back against Harry. "Jazzlyn really did think of everything, didn't she?"

"Not everything," Liam piped in. He sat up and hung his feet over the chair. He turned his contract to the correct page then, pointed to one of the paragraphs. "She only mentioned Carson and Fizzy but what about Bear? I might need to bring him somedays too."

"True..." Louis nodded, looking to Harry for an answer.

Harry wrapped his arms around Louis and pulled him closer. "Well, Bear 'under 18' still, right?" he asked, glancing to Liam. Liam nodded. "Good," Harry chuckled, glad that not that much time had passed since he last saw Bear. "Then, he would be included in that second part but, if you'd like him to ever have a nanny, we can always just designate another crew member as one, for him specifically."

"...that's true too," Louis said. "Jazzlyn did say that this agreement is flexible compared to others we've had."

"Yeah," Liam nodded, a sip of his water bottle. "That sounds great then. He should only be at a few shows anyway. Cheryl should have him most days since I'll be filming Masked too during this."

"Alright..." Louis sighed, flipping to the next page, "...let's see what's next."

For the rest of the night, the boys made sure to get their schedules and agreements down perfectly. They also made sure to add in days when the kids or family would be showing up and the days Niall and Liam (or both) would be gone. By the time they'd finished, it was almost midnight but they were happy with every detail they made.

*****

They were too exhausted for either one to drive, so both Niall and Liam decided to spend the night and both had passed out on the couches before Harry had finished the twins bath. After they were clean and dressed, Harry fed them their bottles while Louis cleaned up the living room. About twenty minutes later, the twins were ready for bed and Harry tucked them in then, went to the bedroom to change. After clearing the living room, Louis checked in on the babies then, joined Harry in the bedroom. When he got there, Harry had already nestled himself under the covers. For a moment, Louis stood in the doorway just to fond over Harry and how cute he looked wrapped like a burrito under the duvet. Louis stripped down to his boxers then, slid into the bed and wrapped both his arms around Harry, burying himself in Harry's neck. "Can you believe we're going on tour again?" he asked, breathing Harry in.

Harry turned to face Louis. "Can you believe that?" he teased, wrapping his arms around Louis.

"Well, no, I didn't think I was ever going to tour again," Louis sighed. He pressed a kiss to Harry's lips then, keeping them locked together, mumbled, "But I'm glad we are. That was my favorite part of this whole 'music' thing, you know."

"Mmhm, says Mr. I'm-going-to-quit-music-forever," Harry teased rubbing their noses together.

"I was!" Louis scoffed, defensively. "I wouldn't have come back if Jazzlyn hadn't made that agreement."

"But, Louis, we've been under contract with Venus for like two years almost," Harry reminded, rubbing his fingers along Louis back. "Why is this time different?"

Louis inhaled, sharply, and pulled Harry closer. "Because it's on our own terms," he said, rubbing his fingers through Harry's hair.

Harry rested his head against Louis and snuggled into him. "Which means we don't owe anyone anything?" he asked, gently caressing Louis' chest with his thumb.

"Exactly."

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