Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Chapter 11

I hope you guys aren't too disappointed. This is not the end😏 but we are getting close. Tell me what you think or predict or want to see.

(Two years later)

Harry's pov:

"Olivia! Can you please grab your brother and come down for breakfast!" I yell up the stairs. It's almost ten in the morning and neither of them are downstairs yet, but I know they're awake. It's another hot day in LA and I don't want to be standing in the kitchen cooking for longer than I need to be. I make my way back into the kitchen and set the plates on the table before going back to the stove to start making more pancakes. The porch door opens and shuts before feet patter over and Louis' arm wraps around my back as he slides up to my side.

"What have I told you about leaving your hair down in this hot weather?" He chides and pulls the curls at my shoulders.

"Was waiting for you to do it," I admit. He nods and presses a kiss to my shoulder before moving behind me and starts gathering my hair up so he can put it in a bun. I have to bend at my knees a bit so he can get it at the top of my head so it's off my neck. He takes the hair tie from around his wrist and secures it before dropping his hands to my shoulders. He rubs at them softly and up and down my back. I moan happily, a bit of an ache going through my body.

"Where are the kids?" He questions as I flip the pancakes and I finally hear feet climbing down the stairs.

"Coming," I point out. I flip the cakes just as I hear loud thumps coming from the living room.

"Everything okay?" I call. Olivia doesn't reply immediately, instead she comes running into the kitchen.

"William fell down the stairs!" She explains hurriedly. Louis hurries away and I turn off the stove quickly before hurrying into the living room where our two year old is sitting on his bum, silently sobbing. He's holding his knee and his head. Louis crouches down and pulls him into his lap, rocking him.

"It's okay baby, you're okay," Louis promises out loud even though it's a lost cause. "Poor baby," he sighs. William's sobs come to a quick halt and he looks up at Louis with a huge frown and furrowed eyebrows. "Shit," Louis says before covering his mouth and looking at me. He knows I hate when we swear in front of the kids, but since William can't hear him I chuckle a bit. He probably didn't realize that he was talking instead of signing. I bend down a bit and carefully pick William, up and set him on my hip. I hold up my hands and sign to him, asking if he's okay, in a less complicated manner. He nods and lays his face into my neck.

"Is he okay?" Olivia checks. I nod,

"He's fine, but how did this happen? I told you not to go fast down the stairs with him. His legs are too short to take them as fast as you," I point out. She frowns guiltily,

"Sorry daddy," my eight year old says. I nodded and she walked into the kitchen as I turned to look at Louis.

"Funny how she has long legs like you, but this little bubba got stuck with my short legs," he reaches and tickles William making him laugh brightly. When he laughs is one of the rare times we get to hear him "talk". When I was told William was in fact deaf I was devastated. The doctor tried to make me feel better by saying that it could change and he could get his hearing back, but it was useless. I was so frustrated that he wouldn't hear me and Louis talking to him or hear Louis' voice when he sings. We have been teaching him sign language since the day we found out, and teaching him to talk since he was about one. It includes a lot of speech therapy sessions and patients, but he's getting it. We use his hands a lot for him to feel vibrations. By placing his hand near our mouths he can feel and understand how a word is pronounced. But this doesn't help much, seeing as he still doesn't talk often.