The Assistant // Louis Tomlinson

40 - Ours

GUYS IVE LISTENED TO FIREPROOF WAY TOO MANY TIMES THAN WHAT SHOULD BE HEALTHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[went back and changed a few songs from FOUR because they fit better]

Once in a Lifetime

Louis' POV

"Yes," they both say simultaneously.

Immediately, their heads snap to each other with shocked expressions. The rest of us remain stunned into silence.

"Avery?" My voice comes out a whisper, stolen by the stress of the situation.

She swallows, visibly tense as she meets my gaze.

"Can I talk to you outside?"

I nod numbly, never breaking eye contact as I stand up to walk to the door with her. We walk through without another word, and I close it softly behind us.

Silence remains when Aves begins pacing and and forth in the hotel hallway. I know she's nervous, but my own nerves are about to give me a heart attack. I can hear my chest pounding in my chest, reverberating to cause my entire body to shake to the beat.

"Aves, I need you to tell me what is going on," I say, sounding like a scared little boy.

She slowly stops her pacing in front of me, but keeps her gaze focused down the narrow walls. She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she closes her eyes.

"I'm pregnant."

I suck in a gasp as sobs begin to vibrate in my chest, but I force them down.

"When?" I ask, my voice coming out shallow.

"This morning." She still refuses to look at me, but I can't find the ability to move my arms in order to bring her closer. All I can do is fall to the ground, leaning against the closed door for support.

"I'm so sorry, Louis."

Her words make me shift my view to her, once again.

Her expression remains stale, staring off straight ahead of her. However, tears are streaming down her flushed face, her lips quivering.

"Why are you sorry?" I ask softly.

She closes her eyes, shutting them tight and pushing the tears that gather in her eyes and fall down her face.

"I'm sorry I did this to you. You shouldn't have to worry about a baby right now. You're in the middle of a world tour. Your career is going amazingly well. You don't have room in your life for a kid. And then what will management--your fans--say? This will be a nightmare. God, Lou," she sighs, bringing her hands to cover her face as her sobs harden. Her weeps are enough for me to be able to pull myself off the floor and wrap her in my arms.

Her head rests against my chest as I hold her shaking body. Her hands grasp at my arms, pulling the fabric of my shirt towards her in an effort to hold herself together. I lean my head to kiss the top of her own.

"Baby, it'll be okay," I mumble against her hair, gasping softly as silent tears stream down my face. "We can do this. We will do this and it will be great. I promise."

"I'm gonna lose my job, Lou!" she cries, her voice nearing hysteria.

"Shhh..." I coo, holding her tighter and rubbing up and down her back. "I won't let that happen, I promise."

"You can't stop them from firing me, Louis. If Caroline is able to be talked into it, there is no way Simon will let me stay. And, I mean, he's right. My boss got me pregnant!" Her shoulders wrack violently now as her tears increase.

"Don't worry. We will make it work. I'll do anything and everything to save us from that."

"I'm scared. I'm so scared!" she cries.

"I know," I gasp, trying to take in a deep breath and control my tears. "I'm scared, too, but I know I'm not alone. It's you and me. It's us."

She holds herself against my chest tighter, but I can feel her slowly calming down in my arms. Her breaths slow their pace and her body physically slumps against mine as her muscles relax.

I smile slightly with the reassurance that she is feeling better.

"You, me, and the devil makes three," I mumble softly against her head, smirk growing with each word.

She leans back to slap my chest and I let out a soft laugh, the lightness reviving my crushing chest, a bit. Her own face brightens at my comment, and I'm feeling nearly contempt. That may not be the most reasonable emotion to have at a time like this, but it's what I'm feeling, nonetheless.

A small smile still present on both of our lips, I place my hands around her face, angling her head to look up at me. She wraps her delicate fingers around my forearms, moving them up and down slightly before stilling just below my wrists.

"We are going to be okay, okay? I mean, at the end of the day, we are going to have a baby. Our own kid," I say, genuinely meaning every word.

Her smile widens across her lips. "We are, aren't we?"

I stare at her in amazement as I let my mind wander to the possibilities. I imagine all that could be. That would be.

"Yep. And he or she will be all ours. They will love us when they're young, and hate us as they grow. They are gonna come home from school everyday, and run into your arms screaming 'mommy!' at the top of their lungs because they missed you so much. You will pick them up, and hold them tight, for you missed them just as much. And when they get to high school, they will refuse to give you a kiss on their first day, not wanting you to embarrass them, but you give them one anyways, to do just that. They groan and tell you to stop before they walk off, smiling slightly to themselves because, even though they will never admit it, they're scared and want their mom's touch to make everything better. Then a few years will go by and they will be right back to wanting to jump into your arms and protect them from the big bad world they are thrown into. They will want to go back to being mommy's little baby, and you'll tell them that they will always be your baby. Then they'll start a life with another person and repeat the cycle we spent the best years of our life going through with their own children. We will be grandparents and can spoil them rotten because we will love them too much to say no, and since we aren't their parents, we won't have to. They'll come over for Christmas and Easter every year and we will be a big happy family."

I smile and I lean in to kiss away the tears that are freely flowing down her lovely face. She closes her eyes to my touch, pulling her lips into her mouth as she tries to calm her weeps. I pull back and she lets out a heavy breathe, opening her eyes.

"How did you do that?" she asks in wonderment.

"Do what?"

"Say all that?"

I chuckle and smooth my thumb across her cheek. "I'm a songwriter, babe. It comes with the territory," I joke, lightly.

She joins in my soft laughter, shaking her head.

"No. Nope, I think that's all you," she pauses and intently stares back at me. "You're just perfect."

"Don't go cliché on me, now."

She playfully rolls her eyes. "Clichés have to come from somewhere, babe. Doesn't make them any less true."

"Then shut up and kiss me!"

We both laugh and lean together to press our lips to one another's in a moment of pure bliss.

Whatever this will bring, it will all be worth it. That I am sure of.