The Perfect Match.

Chapter 41

Louis wakes the next morning, the sun shining through the glass windows and he sighs before he's rubbing his eyes. He looks in the bed next to him and Harry isn't there.

He sits up slowly and calls, "Harry?"

There's no answer; he isn't in the bathroom. So, Louis gets up, glancing at the clock: it's going on 8 in the morning.

He quickly slips on sweatpants and one of Harry's t-shirts; it's twice Louis' size but he doesn't mind. He smiles, looking down at it... just like Harry loves wearing his clothes, Louis loves wearing Harry's.

He opens the bedroom door, hearing Emma's laughter as he's walking down the stairs.

She's seated on the sofa with Gemma, her face washed and her clothes changed.

"Hey, morning, Louis," Gemma smiles at him, "hope you don't mind, but I helped Emma with her bath this morning."

"No, no, it's fine," Louis says before he's sitting down by Emma, her arms going around his neck.

"Did you have fun, daddy?" Emma asks.

"I did," Louis smiles and kisses her head, "who's making breakfast?"

"Grammy and Nana," she tells him, "aunt Lottie is still sleeping."

"Figures," Louis smirks, "where's Harry?"

"Oh, I think he's up in the art room," Gemma responds, "but he's working on something and said he didn't want to be disturbed."

Louis nods a bit and walks to the kitchen.

"Hey, honey, how'd you sleep?" His mum is asking as she and Anne are finishing breakfast.

"I slept alright," Louis sighs and takes a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Hangover?" His mum asks with a small chuckle.

"Yeah," Louis smiles and drinks the water, "my head's fucking killing me."

"Breakfast is done," Anne tells him, "Jay and I ran out to the store to pick up a few things for you two. Thought you'd like a good English breakfast."

"Wow," Louis smiles brightly, "uh, thank you. That was wonderful of you."

He kisses his mum's cheek and then Anne's, "Harry and I try to cook a few English dishes every once in a while... he really misses England... and so do I."

"Why don't the 4 of you come to England for Christmas this year?" Jay asks, "it would be wonderful!"

"I'd love to do that honestly," Louis nods, "Olivia will be 10 months old if she's born soon... yeah, I think that would be brilliant. I'll have a talk with Harry... when he's finished doing whatever he's doing upstairs."

Anne grins as she's sitting out plates, "he'll be done in a few minutes."

"What's he working on exactly?" Louis decides to ask.

"Just... something special," Anne replies, giving Louis a wink.

"Ok," Louis laughs, "Emma, ready to eat, love?"

"Yeah, coming," she calls to her daddy.

They all take a seat at the dinner table and start chatting about the day; Lottie comes downstairs to join them and she begins going on about a wedding cake.

"We... we haven't talked about that," Louis smiles down at his plate.

"That's ok... cause Harry talked to me about it," Lottie grins at her brother, "he's wanting to have one delivered to the restaurant after the ceremony."