The Policeman and the Popstar

VII. After the Shock

Blinking his eyes open under the warm covers, it took a few moments for Louis to remember what had happened the day before. He smiled to himself as the memories clicked into place in his sleep-clouded mind.

There was suddenly three sharp knocks on his bedroom door. He staggered quickly out of bed and realised he didn't remember putting on pyjamas the night before, and yet he was wearing them. He realised his wonderful boyfriend Ron must have changed him into them while he was still half asleep the night before. He opened his bedroom door to reveal a fully dressed Ron who took him in his arms and gave him a good morning kiss on the forehead.

"Morning, sweetie." Ron smiled. "Your dad told me to wake you, he's got breakfast ready for both of us downstairs. Come on, into the bathroom with you, gotta get you washed and dressed, mustn't keep your dad waiting."

"All right, all right." grumbled Louis. "Don't rush me, babe. I don't have as much energy as you do in the mornings." he protested weakly as he was dragged along the corridor. Ron pushed open the door to the family bathroom, dragged Louis inside, then closed and locked the door as he began removing Louis's pyjamas. Louis shivered in the cold air of the bathroom as Ron filled the sink with warm water and soaped up a sponge.

He began to quickly wash Louis all over, ignoring his boyfriend's weak protests that he was ticklish. After ten minutes, a clean Louis was returned (or rather dragged back) to his bedroom. A further twenty minutes of frantic searching was needed in order for Ron to find Louis what he called a "suitable" set of clothes, and ten more minutes were needed for Ron to dress his boyfriend and brush his hair for him, and so it was that they both arrived in the kitchen almost forty minutes late for breakfast. Well, they would have been late on a weekday, but today was a Sunday, so it wasn't a school/college day, which spared Louis a lecture from either Justin or Hailey.

Justin smiled when he saw the two enter the kitchen holding hands. "Morning you two." He nodded at Ron. "Thanks for getting Louis up and ready reasonably quickly, Weasley." Louis rolled his eyes at his dad, who slapped him gently on the wrist. "I'll have no eye rolling from you, Louis." he snapped. "You're damn lucky I agreed to have your boyfriend here at all." It's not like I had a choice, grumbled Justin in the privacy of his own head. Not when my son chooses a boyfriend who can summon the British Secret Service down on my head with one simple Facebook message.

"So, Weasley." Justin smiled. "Louis tells me you have five brothers and a sister?" 

"Yes." Ron replied. "And call me Ron. Mr Weasley reminds me of what the press and my Dad's advisors call me."

"Okay, Ron." replied Justin, feeling surprised at being on first-name terms with the British prime minister's youngest son.

"Louis also told me you have three more sons, yes?" asked Ron.

"Yes. replied Justin. "Niall, Liam, and Harry.  Niall and Liam are sixteen. Harry is fifteen but will be sixteen next February. All three are autistic, but Harry's autism is the most severe. Louis is the only child I have who is not autistic." explained Justin.

"I apologise." offered Ron after he'd heard Justin explain. "I thought my parents had a difficult job raising seven kids, but raising four kids, with three of them being autistic, on a police officer's pay can't have been easy. It was wrong of me to threaten to have you sacked." the twenty-one year old redhead admitted.

"I was wrong too." Justin admitted. "I shouldn't have lost my temper." He smiled at his eldest son. "I'm happy for you both. Especially you, Louis."

"Thanks, Dad". Louis smiled as Ron kissed the back of one of his hands gently. 

"You two are sweet enough to give me a toothache." grumbled Justin, but he was smiling as he watched Ron feed Louis a stack of American pancakes using a fork. Louis just sat in the chair and allowed Ron to feed him. He's got Ron under his thumb already, thought Justin as he watched his son's boyfriend feed him five pancakes, one after the other.