I Never Knew (A Harry Styles Daughter/Louis Tomlinson Son Fanfiction)

Chapter 1- The Babies are Born

Louis P.O.V

*eighteen years ago*

I glanced up at the digital clock above Eleanor's hospital bed. 1:37 AM. Eleanor had been in labor for two hours, and I could tell it was taking a toll on her, and me also. "One last push! Come on! almost there sweetie" the nurse said calm but sternly to El. As Eleanor squeezed my hand so tightly it turned bright red, I heard the sound of my son. You'd think that him crying would agitate me. But no, it was music to my ears. As I cut his umbilical chord, I started to tear up. This was our son, Leeland Tomlinson, our miracle baby. A year after Eleanor and I were married, we found out that she wasn't able to have kids easily. We were broken. We wanted a child more than anything. We tried and tried, but nothing. We had almost given up hope, when one February morning, the boys and I were rehearsing for our third world tour, when Eleanor ran in screaming and crying telling me how she was pregnant. I couldn't believe it, and I couldn't wait for the day I held my child in my hands. I snapped out of my daydream and realized Eleanor had been calling for me to bring the baby over to her. I gently handed her our son as she cradled him and hummed a tune to stop his crying. He had dark hair like me, and his chiseled face resembled me also. His eyes were a light, chocolate brown, and his nose was exactly like his mothers. He was a handsome fellow I must say. Later on that night, I woke up to see Eleanor sleeping with Leeland so peacefully. I thought to my self, this is my beautiful family, and in that moment I realized I am the luckiest man on earth.

Harrys P.O.V

*sixteen years ago, month of October*

"Harry wake up!! Amy just had the baby!" Louis, I think, said to me as he slapped my cheeks. I opened my eyes and realized I was on the cold hospital floor. I turned to Louis and he was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. "mate, you fainted when you took a look at Amy giving birth." I sat there embarrassed. Me? Harry Styles fainting when my wife is giving birth to our daughter? This would make great headlines, I'm sure. As I stood up off the hospital floor, I saw Amy looking over at the nurse cleaning our daughter. Even after four hours of labor, Amy looked beautiful. I walked over to her and kissed her gently on the forehead. "So. What did I miss?" I said jokingly to her. She laughed and whispered "You always know how to make me smile Styles, now go hold your daughter. Im going to get some rest." As Amy rolled over, I tiptoed over to the incubator where my daughter, who's name is Haley, was peacefully sleeping in her pink blanket. I picked her up and went to sit down in the rocker. She was gorgeous. She had blonde hair like her mother and greenish blue eyes like me. I hummed a tune to her and promised myself that I would never let anything or anyone hurt my baby girl. I kissed her cheek and continued to hum to her as she fell asleep, realizing how much I loved her.