Never Forget You {l.s. AU}

14.

(A/N: I sort of hate James Arthur as a person, but I really really love this song. And it goes with the chapter. Enjoy!)

Louis*

"And that was it. How we met and everything."

"Grandpaa!" James whined. "I am seventeen. You can tell me all about the other stuff too."

"What other stuff?" Louis says, with a wiggle of his grey eyebrows.

Harry enters the room with a teapot and three cups. He makes Louis' tea just how he takes, no sugar and with a splash of milk. He makes himself a similar one after making James a cup of sweetened tea.

"What is James whining about?" Harry says in his slightly shivery voice. With old age, Harry's hair were only still slightly salt and pepper, with a slightly receding hair-line. He was now 76, and still as handsome and dashing as ever to Louis. While Louis looked slightly old bit in a sexy way, like a grey fox.

With Liam being a gym trainer, till he turned 63, all members of the family were still very healthy and not shrivelled and wrinkly. They were all a set of hot grandpas, who went out to pubs looking like sugar daddies, flirting with women until their spouses sat grumpily next to them, and then the rest of the night went in a bit of a haze of love, alcohol and smoke.

"Gramps, Pa? Both of you have that look on your face." James interrupts the staring match going on between Harry and Louis, they were still lovestruck and grateful.

"Hmm, James what? What look?" Harry asks.

"That look of 'eternal love, of knowing that the other is your soulmate, the look of lovestruckedness, the look that screams I LOVE YOU, the look that I cannot explain'. You both always have that look, its also a sort of nostalgia on both your faces. How do you still love each other like that?" James says, confused as a young teenager should be.

"Did you know James, when I was in the hospital with three bullets in my chest, Pa was a nurse there, but we never met then. He was treating somebody in the next room." Louis says, his eyes gleaming with love.

"Why did he stop working in the army med help then?" James asked curiously.

Harry looks sad at that question.

"Somebody killed themselves after being paralyzed waist down. Pa was there to witness it, the man took Pa's scalpel from his pocket and stabbed himself thrice in his abdomen, Pa couldn't do anything. And that's why he decided story-writing and lyrical writing was what he was born to do. Look what good that did." Louis tries lightening the heavy atmosphere.

"Yeah, children's books, all fourteen of them. Love, do you remember?"

They both say, "That time Stephen Artham sent a letter."

They both laugh.

Soon, Harry and Louis are talking about various memories of life, spent together in happiness and peace.

James shakes his head when his grandparents ignore him completely, forgetting that he was sat there on the couch opposite to them. Soon he notices the way Harry is leaning in and Louis just coaxes his, seductively whispering, their lips meet in a holy union and James rolls his eyes before leaving their room.

"Hi uncle Mark, Uncle Sean, Aunt Heather, Aunt Marilyn, how is everybody. Hey dad, gramps and pa are about to do it again on the den couch." A collective groan is heard. And a chorus of "Dad, Paa!"

James laughs before joining his cousins in the backyard. He walks through the kitchen and shrieks seeing Gramp Zayn and Papaw Liam sliding their hands down each others fly's." He hears a heedy chuckle from around the house, and walks back into the other living room where the second generation of adults sat, "A heads up would have been nice!" He groans.

Harry and Louis walk out of the den with sore lips and mussed hair, clothes ruffled and eyes blank, at the same time Zayn and Liam walk out of the kitchen in a similar fashion.

"Uh, sorry about that." Zayn mumbles as Liam looks smugly at his kids.

Harry and Louis ignore all of their eyes and say, "So where are all our grands?"

"James is here, but all others are in the backyard."

"And why is young James here?" Harry asks.

"Well, I was going to the backyard through tge kitchen, when something attacked my eyes." He glares at Zayn and Liam.

Everyone laughs at Zayn's blush. He hits Liam when he coos at his reddened cheeks.

For Harry and Louis all was well.