When the Clock Strikes 12:00 // L.S.

Chapter Twenty: The Tomlinsons

♥This chapter is dedicated to Johannah Deakin and Félicité Tomlinson♥   

Harry's POV

"Babe?"

Someone was shaking my shoulder.

"Hazz, we're here."

"Two more minutes," I complained shifting my head against the jacket I was using as a pillow.

"Hazza you have to get up. We're here, at my house!"

My house? No, Louis's house. I sat up quickly and whack my head on the sun visor, "I'm awake!" Then frowned and rubbed my head.

"Aw, here I'll kiss it all better, and then we can get inside." Louis coos and places a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Thank you!" I say, happily and we get out of the car. I look at the house before us and smile. It's smaller than mine but cozier looking with snow blanketing the lawn, a merry string of Christmas lights lining the roof, and a bright green and red wreath on the door.

Two small pink bicycles lay forgotten, propped up against the garage, and smoke dancing from the chimney indicating a fire within.

"I like your house." I say as we walk up to the doorstep, "A lot homeirer than mine."

"Yeah, I'm quite fond of it myself," Louis says.

We stand there on the doorstep for a minute and I bite my lip nervously.

"Ready to meet the family?" He asks squeezing my hand.

"Em...yeah, ready." I stutter. I've never had a real relationship before more or less gotten far enough to meet the family and I can't help feeling a bit self-conscious.

"You'll do great. I'm sure they will love you." Louis says and kisses me.

This relaxes me and he presses the doorbell.

A minute later the door flies open and a little girl flings herself into Louis's arms. "Louuu!" She squeals, "You're back!"

"Hey, kiddo!" Louis exclaimed lifting her up in the air and giving her a hug.

No more than five, she had Louis's light soft brown hair, bright eyes, an almond-shaped face, and flushed cheeks as she clung to her brother like a koala.

"We missed you." She sulked.

"Not as much as I missed you!" Louis says still holding her.

"No," She shakes insistently, "We missed you more!"

"Alright Pheebs," He said putting her down,

"Who is this?" She asked pointing up at me to where I was standing quite awkwardly by the front door, clutching my suitcase and smiling as the two of them embrace.

"This," Louis said as if he was presenting a rare and prized possession of his, "Is Harry. Haz, this is Pheobe. One of the twins and the cheekiest in the family."

"I am not!" She pouted then when she realized I was looking at her she looked away bashfully and hides her face in Louis's coat.

"Hi, Pheobe!" I say cheerfully, craning my neck to see her face and waving. "I love your headband."

She put her hands up to her head and blushes red when she realized she had a pair of dress-up antlers on them.

"Pretending to be one of Santa's reindeer?" Louis laughed, ruffling her hair.

"I forgot Lottie put these on me." She said in dismay, "They look silly."

"I think they look lovely!" I say, "You're making me want a pair."