Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Chapter 6

A/N: Sorta kinda a short filler, so my apologies, but I'm kind of stuck on where to go with this, and I've had writers block, but I wanted to get something up. Please try to enjoy

*unedited*

Louis' pov:

"There's Papa! Say hi to him," I watch as Harry comes down the stairs with William. Will is laying against Harry's chest his eyes shut like he's sleeping still. Harry is holding his bum with his hand, the other on William's back, but he grabs William's tiny fist and waves it at me. I can't stop the fond that spreads through me as I give him a bright smile.

"There's my two favorite boys," I smile and stand. Harry has his winter coat on with his boots, hair in a bun and William is all wrapped up to keep warm. "Where are you heading?" I didn't know he had plans to go anywhere. Why wouldn't he just keep William home with me? Zayn and Niall are upstairs still, Olivia had gotten picked up this morning by Harry's mum for the day.

"I'm taking Will to the doctors for-"

"Doctors! For what? Is he sick? He's okay yeah? You'd tell me if he wasn't, right?"

"Yes Lou, he's fine. It's his two month check up. He's getting three shots today. I was going to ask if you wanted to come, but you went all dad mode and cut me off," he laughs.

"Right, sorry. Yeah, I would love to go. Just, let me go put on a pair of jeans," I tell him. I kiss his cheek before jogging upstairs to change. It was still early, little after ten, so I had just been lounging around in sweats. I quickly change into my jeans and t-shirt before heading back downstairs. Harry has William in his carrier, baby bag hanging on his shoulder, and is waiting by the door. He looks up and smiles as I pull on my sneakers.

"It's cold out Lou. You should wear a coat." I wave him off,

"Eh it's fine." He rolls his eyes and ushers me out the door. It is a bit colder then I thought, but I won't complain. Plus I don't want to let him be right. He places Will in the truck while I get in and turn the car on with the keys he previously handed me. I turn on the heat and catch Harry's knowing smile. Jerk. He gets in and backs out, making sure the gates close before driving off. It's not long for the paparazzi to appear behind us.

"They really have nothing better to do," I groan. Harry chuckles and shrugs,

"They won't approach. They aren't allowed to when I have the kids. They have to stay at least fifteen feet away."

"Can I sign a paper that forces them to stay fifteen feet away?" I laugh. He smiles,

"I don't think so, but I can try to scare them away!"

"Aw baby," I coo and reach over to pinch Harry's cheeks, "you couldn't scare a bird." He smacks my hand away and pouts,

"You're such an arse."

"Harold!" I gasp, "Not in front of my sons ears!" His pout deepens, but his dimples start to poke out as he slowly starts smiling. I've been smiling the whole time, so mine just gets bigger.

"You swore in front of him two minutes after I arrived to see you with him!"

"Yeah, well I'm allowed to. You, my darling, are not."

"Jerk. You're such a flipping jerk!" I chuckle brightly and grab one of his hands off the steering wheel to lace our fingers together.

"I'm really liking London," I tell him as I look out the car window, our hands are resting in my lap.

"Have you even seen much of it? We should go out and I'll show you around. The London Eye, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace."

"Mmm," I hummed, "that sounds nice."