(BOOK 6) Spellbound - A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter Three - Wanted To Be The One

WARNING:

This chapter contains inappropriate language and swearing that may be uncomfortable for some readers.
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"What would you like to name them?" Harry quietly asked. 

Louis was asleep in the corner of the hospital room, but judging by his face it was difficult to tell if he was faking or not.

"I don't know," you reply.  "Did you have some ideas, Harry?"

"I feel guilty."

"What?"

"Louis wants a family so bad.  I do too, and trust me I am so happy, but..."

"I know," you say.  "It's alright Harry.  Everything will be fine; Louis will come around."

Harry nodded like he agreed, but his face told you he is honestly unsure Louis will let him live this down. 

"Now...your name ideas?" you say with a big smile.

Harry's eyes move over to his daughter's sleeping face.  "I was thinking...Kayla.  Kayla Marie."

"Oh Harry I love it," you say.  "You sound much more sure of the name than Louis did with his," you say with a chuckle.

"I am," Harry says seriously, but with a small smile. "I admit I've thought about it before."

You smile. "And what about for the boy?"

"I...I don't know," he admits.  "I mean I could think of one, but I've always wanted a girl, so that's all I thought about."

Suddenly Louis grunted.  Now you know he's awake, but he still has his eyes closed.

"Louis," you say.

Louis shuts his eyes tighter before groaning and then opening them. "Yes, Love?" he tries to say cheerfully.

"Would you like to name the boy?  Maybe Scotty like you suggested before?"

"He can be named Pipi Poppinoli for all I care..."

"Louis!" you say.

"Fine, but it's sure as hell not going to be Scotty.  He needs a decent name.  How about Austin.  Yeah, Austin.  Happy now?  And if you don't like that name, Styles, then too bad."

"Austin Styles sounds a little funny..." Harry admits.

"Deal with it," Louis says.

"A middle name?" you say.

It only takes Harry a minute to think of one.

"Paul," he says.

"Yes, Harry?" 

Everyone turns their head to the doorway where a large man with kind eyes is standing.

Harry chuckles.  "No, I'm naming the baby after you."

Paul blushes. "Well thank you Harry, I'm honoured," he says.  "I don't mean to break this up, but the car is waiting for you guys.  That is, if Y/N feels well enough to go."

"Of course," you say.  It's only been a day since the babies arrived and you still feel uncomfortable.  But ou don't want to stall the boys' tour or cause them to miss any dates. "Let's go."

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It was strange having two extra persons in the bus.  But nobody was complaining.  Besides the occasional deafening crying, it made the ride more enjoyable for everyone.  That is, everyone but Louis.  You found his behavior interesting.  When he would come out to the main room on the bus, he looked sad and generally uptight.  Then his eyes would land on one of the babies and suddenly his face would turn calm.  He would stare at it for a while but the second a smile would start to form on his lips, his face would turn angry again and he'd storm off, but never too far away.