when we were eighteen - book one ✔️

Chapter Fifteen

HARRY // DECEMBER 2016

Olivia was just over a week old. Ten days old, to be exact. And today, she was about to meet her other grandma and her many aunties and her only uncle. Jay, her new husband, and all of the children had flew in early that morning and Harry, Louis, and Olivia were going over to Anne's, where they were staying, for dinner. Harry was nervous, more on the verge of petrified, to be seeing Jay tonight.

Not only would he be introduced as Louis's boyfriend to everyone, but they also had a baby together. Things were different now than when Harry last saw them when he was eighteen. So many things were different not.

Louis, who was now officially a third-year teacher at the grade school, was showering while Harry contemplated his outfit. He didn't want to wear his weird, expensive shirts. Even though he could finally fit in them again, he didn't want to give Louis's family a weird second first impression of himself.

So he just choose the least strange shirt he owned that wasn't considered too lazy for this evening. It was a simple green button up that hung loose down the arms and in his stomach area. He wore his black skinny jeans, not the smallest pair he owned but the slightly bigger ones he wore early in his pregnancy.

Harry was in the bathroom, combing out his long, knotted curls when Louis exited the shower with the towel over his hips. Harry had noticed his chest tattoo a few times, and it was his favorite of all Louis's tattoos. Harry saw the boy's small frame, his taut belly, and could see the outline of his rounded arse. He couldn't wait to be back inside Louis after all these years, he was dying for it.

"Harry Styles, you better not be wearing that shirt," Louis said as he pulled up his boxer shorts underneath the towel. They weren't too comfortable with being nude around each other yet.

"Why not? I can finally fit back into my clothes, Lou," Harry sighed.

All he wanted since he grew an enormous baby belly was to get his somewhat flat belly back again so he can wear his ridiculously expensive YSL shirts he paid for. They were his favorite.

"Because it's just dinner with our families, we don't have to be dressed all nice. We're just hanging, save it for Christmas. Green is for Christmas," Louis told him as he towel-dried his hair.

"Well, I own only expensive shirts or lazy shirts. I've been wearing lazy shirts for months now. Let me live, Louis," Harry pleaded.

Louis glared at his tall boyfriend, but gave in. Harry grabbed the boy's damp face and pressed a kiss onto his lips. They hadn't really kissed much, Olivia was getting them all. She was a kiss-stealing monster, but the boys loved her anyways.

Harry twisted his hair up into a bun, which Louis seemed to love, and left him to finish getting ready. The green eyed boy decided to add more warm clothing to Olivia's outfit. It was currently snowing in Doncaster and he didn't want her to catch a chill or worse. So, he pulled on a pair of thick socks onto her kicking feet and a cute little lilac sweater over her soft grey onesie she was wearing.

Louis had bought her a little beanie on his way home from his final class the previous Saturday, so Harry pulled it on. It was a grey beanie with little cream white fuzzy kitty ears. She looked precious and was ready to go.

Louis came in a few minutes later, dressed warmly in a thick sweater and jeans and his hair was hanging over his forehead lazily. Harry smiled at his boyfriend and commented, "You look handsome."

"Thank you, so do you. I know I didn't want you to wear it, but it looks really good on you, love," Louis said, kissing Harry lightly on the lips. He grabbed Olivia and said, "I'll put her in her carseat, you grab our coats."