New World [Gay Chandler Riggs/1D fusion fanfic]

Chapter 1

Louis's POV

Harry and I were sitting on the couch in the living room, watching tv, as his phone started yelling at us, fishing out his phone from his pocket he looked at it and said "Liam and Zayn's plane just landed, I'll get dressed and we'll go?" I nodded before he kissed me on the cheek.

"Are you ready to go?" my husband Harry asked from behind me a short while later. I looked over my shoulder to him; he was wearing a nice blue and green button down shirt, with black jeans and some dark brown boots. He has always taken great pride in his appearance. He was clean shaven and his shoulder length black, loosely curly, hair framed his face; I preferred it this way, rather than the man-bun he sometimes kept his hair in.

Harry noticed me staring and his green eyes slightly squinted as he started to chuckle; playing with the gold wedding ring on his left hand he said "Are you going to stare at me or are we going to pick up our friends from the airport?"

"Don't blame me for staring when you look like that" I said winking to him as I turned off the T.V. "Louis, you're thirty five years old and I'm thirty two; why do you still make comments like we're teenagers...I swear if it wasn't for your blue eyes..." he teased. I chuckled "You still make me feel the way you did when we first met, when we were literally teenagers".

"Anyway, just let me get my coat and we'll leave" I said as I walked to the bedroom. I grabbed a jacket from the closet and glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure I didn't look like a complete slob; Harry and I dressed completely different from each other.

Harry took pride in his clothes and was always on the cutting edge of fashion, only wearing expensive brand name clothing; I on the other hand dressed far more casually, with a plain green t-shirt, grey jeans, sneakers and simple black jacket. I scratched at the slight stubble on my chin; making a mental note to shave later before I ran my fingers through my brown hair, too lazy to get a comb or a brush.

"Is Cole going?" I asked Harry as I rejoined him in the living room. "I didn't ask, he never wants to go with us anywhere anymore" Harry said, looking up from his phone "I just texted Liam and Zayn to let them know we're going". I nodded and knocked at my son's door; I waited a second before opening the door since no response came.

Our seventeen year old biological son Cole, born from a surrogate mother; laid on his stomach on his bed with his ear phones in, typing on his laptop, even at the door I could faintly hear his loud music. "Cole" I said, waving my hand; he glanced at the movement and took off one of his ear phones "Yeah Papa?"

"We're going to the airport to pick up Liam and Zayn, you should come; I know that your father would enjoy it". "Not now Pops, I'm in the middle of something: someone is wrong on the Internet and it's my job to correct them" Cole said as he pushed his black framed glasses further up his nose before he started typing again.

"Cole you really should come; just because your sister Anastasia is currently in England with your cousins doesn't mean you should stay in your room all day" I said sternly. Cole gave a huge melodramatic sigh like I was ruining his life as he closed his laptop.

Cole was my spitting image, while his fraternal twin sister Anastasia looked just like Harry; the only difference between Cole and I was that his eyes were bright green like Harry's. Cole went to his closet and changed his shirt; he dressed somewhere in the middle of Harry and I.

Cole was never on the cutting edge of fashion like his father but he was always within the current trends; Cole however, refused to ever wear button down shirts like his father and highly preferred t-shirts like myself.

"Thanks champ" I said, bringing my son into a hug as he finished getting dressed. Cole didn't hug me back, it was his way of showing his annoyance with the situation without actually saying anything. Both of us joined Harry in the living room and Cole received another hug from Harry, and again he didn't return it "Shall we go?" Harry asked.