Be All Right

Prologue

The dark room was filled with: moans, gasps, drunken lust and pure ecstasy. The best the two boys had ever witnessed. They assumed that nothing could possibly get any worse than that moment right then and there. They were wrong. Both boys had met at a small pub on the outskirts of the small Doncaster town. They got super waisted, to the point where the other had to help the latter stand. They both needed a ride, so they called a taxi cab to take them home. In the cab, the tension was so thick you could cut it smoothly with a butter knife. So when things started in the cab, and both boys couldn't keep their hands off eachother, it wasn't a surprise that as soon as that taxi door opened and they made it barely two inches into the small flat, that they were already snogging. Things got heated, but somehow it all stayed passionate. They moved to the back room where the deeds were done and neither boy regretted it. The only regret was when they made their seperate ways in the morning and didn't exchange contact information. They planned to meet up after they came home from work, but neither boy knew where the other lived so they had to live without eachother. And just that nearly broke Louis' heart. About two weeks later he found himself, in the loo throwing up whatever his stomach could produce. He went to the doctor and they claimed it was the flu. But Louis knew better. He was experiencing something totally different; morning sickness, having to pee almost 24/7 and cramps. He finally came to the conclusion that, maybe he was pregnant. But that wasn't possible right? He went to the drugstore either way and purchased a few different brands of tests, explaining that they were for his girlfriend. He rushed back to his flat and did as the instructions told. In a matter of minutes he had his answer. He was pregnant. During those nine months, he felt completely trapped; never going outside afraid of being judged. So whenever he needed the doctor he snuck out and usually he never got caught. And when the time came, Feburary 2nd to be exact, Louis was prepared. He made it to the hospital where they performed a quick sesection and Louis met his baby boy for the first time. He had the biggest, most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen, well, other than Harry's but they were amazing. And his tiny hands curled around his finger and his life was made, then and there. Two days later he was able to take him home. He was premature but not by much. He made it home and was surprised he hadn't once cried since he even came into the world. They lived in the same flat for awhile, family visiting and cooing over little Edward-William. Edward-William Leslie Tomlinson was his name. Edward-William was top choice, Harry and Louis' middle names and then Leslie was just a nice name that only added onto his cuteness. Louis was happy. Edward-William was wonderful, never once has he cried. Never. And that was amazing, Louis knew he would become a cheeky chappie who always made people smile and he already has. He can already see the resemblance growing over the next year. The full, chocolate head of curls, bright green eyes that never went dull and those dimples. He was a lot smaller for his age, just as Louis had been. And he's happy that Edward-William will look like his two dads. He couldn't ask for more.