[[2 weeks later]Last week of break]
There's a knock on the front door, and instantly, Niall is jumping from his seat on the couch and practically hoofing it towards the foyer. No one ever comes to their door, because frankly, no one there knows that they exist. Liam presses pause on the movie and everyone is still for a minute, listening in on the conversation between Niall and the person at the door. Louis doesn't really pay attention, though, because he doesn't care that much. He just curls himself into Harry's side, winding his arms around his torso and sliding his leg over the boy's, pressing bis face into his chest. Harry's arm is around him and his lips are on his head for a sweet moment. Then, Niall and another person come into the living room. He's a big man with short, dark hair and kind, playful eyes. Louis recognizes him, finally. It's Paul.
"Hey, lads," he greets enthusiastically, a smile spreading across his face. "Good to see you again."
Liam is smiling, too. "Hey, Paul! What brings you here?"
Paul eyes each of the boys for a brief moment, his gaze lingering for especially long on the two boys engaged in an intimate cuddle session. His eyes crinkle fondly at the corners.
"Well, I come bearing news," he announces.
"Good or bad?" Zayn questions curiously.
"I'll let you be the judge of that," Paul smiles. "Today's the day, boys, you're going back."
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One Meaningless Promise
FanfictionHarry would be alright, wouldn't he? Louis could only hope. Suddenly, the door to the room flung open and a nurse emerged, a serious look on her face. "Mr. Tomlinson, something has went wrong."