Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Chapter 9

A/N: I've been sooo busy lately with starting my senior year and a new job so I'm sorry for the late updates. I hope you're all surviving the drama. Fair warning, this chapter is super short, but I did that on purpose and you'll see why. Enjoy xx

Louis' pov:

I was sitting around the table eating breakfast with everyone when someone rang the doorbell. I knew it was either my mom or Harry's so I stood to go answer it, but before I was even fully stood I heard the front door open.

"I'm here and looking for my favorite son!" My mom yells. She is hurrying in and smiling it everyone. I smile brightly and move to go hug her, I haven't seen her in months since I was in Australia before going to Harry's, but before I can hug her she is rushing to Harry and hugging him around his neck.

"Mom!" I whine as Harry laughs and properly stands to hug her.

"It's so nice to see you," she tells him.

"You as well Jay, you look lovely." She blushes and kisses his cheek before turning to me and pulling me into a hug.

"Missed you," she whispered. I squeeze her extra tight before pulling away and looking to Lottie who is standing in the archway.

"There she is!" She comes over and hugs me before I introduce her to Harry and Niall. My mom moves from where she's nodding at something Harry said, turning and smiling at everyone at the table.

"Niall, Zayn, hi darlings. How are we?"

"Good!" They chime and she agrees when they ask her the same question.

"Where is my little Liv and the baby?" She whines.

"Olivia should be down soon and Will is still upstairs sleeping, he had a rough night of not sleeping. He was awake in his crib every time Harry or I went to check on him," I explain.

"He didn't cry?" She questions confused. Harry and I move to make both my mom and sister a plate of breakfast, it's only just past seven in the morning.

"He's not much of a crier. Just sits quietly," Harry explains.

"Odd," Lottie hums and looks at my mom confused. Harry doesn't seem to notice, but I do. My mom then sends me a confused look and I shrug. She thanks Harry for the plate he sets in front of her as Olivia comes in. She's rubbing her tired eyes, but she smiles brightly when she sees our new guests.

"Grandma!" My mom turns in surprise and smiles, pulling Olivia into a hug. It's the first time she's called my mom that, but I'm not surprised. She considers me her dad so I know she considers my family: hers.

"My favorite granddaughter! Hello sweetheart."

"Hi! When did you get here?"

"Just a few minutes ago, are you just waking up?" She nods and let's my mom pull her to sit on her lap,

"Daddy, William is awake. I was going to get him, but it's still too big for me to reach into." Harry is up quickly and rushing out of the room. William cries less and less and I think it's starting to worry Harry. It's odd that the baby sits in his crib quietly until someone comes for him. It worries me that he would sit quietly if someone he didn't know went to get him.

"Look at your hair! It's grown so much! You are such a beautiful little girl sweetie and I'm so proud of you for fighting."

"Thanks grandma," she preens under the attention. Soon my mom is sending her to get some breakfast, but instead she is coming to me. I pull her onto my lap and she straddles me, laying her face in my neck.

"Morning princess," I kiss her head.

"Morning Papa," she smiles.

"Do you want me to make you a plate?"

"Can I just have some of yours?"

"Of course," I agree and feed her off my plate. It brings back memories from last year, holding her and forcing her to eat while she sat in my lap feeling like shit. Now she's happy and healthy and still a Daddy's girl. I wrap my free arm tightly around her back and lean to whisper in her ear.

"I love you so much princess." She hums happily and presses a kiss to my neck.

"I love you too."

"Let me see him, let me see him!" I notice Harry coming back in with William swaddled in a blanket. He laughs and hands our son over to her. She coos at the baby and Harry takes a seat to finish his breakfast. We all talk loudly about today and who's doing what. My mom insists that she wants no help from anyone, except Olivia who begs to help make the pies. Harry and I work on the dishes while everyone heads into other rooms of the houses. Lottie goes into Olivia's room to paint nails and do hair while Zayn and Niall head to the store for a few last minute things we need for dinner. My mom is sat in the living room playing with William.

"When is your mom suppose to be here?"

"Flight gets in at noon," he explains.

"Perfect," I nod and lean up to kiss his chin before I take his hand to head into the living room. My mom is sitting on the couch, William laying on his stomach next to her. Her warm hand is up his shirt, rubbing his back and he's out like a light. She looked up and smiled,

"I think he was just scared because the room was new to him, that's probably why he didn't sleep much." Harry nodded in agreement before my mom told Harry to take her place. She cocked her head, asking me to follow her.

"I'm just going to go put mine and Lots things in our room," she announces.

"I'll help," I agree and follow her upstairs with Lottie's bags while she carries her own. She closes the door behind us.

"I have to talk to you," she explains. I pout at her and sit on the end of the bed,

"What about?"

"William," she explains.

A/N: Predictions???? Why does Jay need to talk to Louis about William!? What's wrong???!!