The plane was dimly lit and the air was cool around them. Louis loved flying. Harry on the other hand, did not. He was terrified of taking off and landing. Once they were up in the air he was fine, but he was also dreading coming back down again. When he was little he would always hold his mum's hand when they were barreling down the air strip. But when he was in the band and his mother wasn't there, Louis held him. It was their very first plane trip together as a band. When Louis had seen the lanky boy with the big green eyes and chocolate curls practically shaking with fear he had just reached out and touched. Harry had flinched but when he realised what was happening he had held on tighter, intertwining their fingers as the plane lifted into the air. Ever since then, every flight Louis was there to hold his hand. And only let go once they were safely flying with the last of the morning stars. Harry felt himself drifting off to sleep. The last thing he could remember was Louis placing a delicate kiss on his forehead as he snuggled into his chest. Light turned into darkness as he floated away into his dreams.

We're making cupcakes. Louis isn't here, but I'm not alone. There are tiny hands underneath mine, stirring the vanilla buttercream gently. High pitched laughter fills the room. There's a pair of big blue eyes that are staring up at me. They look just like Louis', but they aren't his. They belong to a blonde haired boy. He looks like he's 3, maybe 4 years old. He looks so much like Louis. His tiny fingers are wrapped around three of mine. Does he belong to me? There's a key in the door and the boy is skipping away down the hallway. "Daddy!" He calls. "Hello pumpkin!" Now that's Louis' voice I'm sure of it. Louis walks into the kitchen, the small child resting on his hip. "Ooh! What have you two been up to?" Louis says. He kisses me and the boy giggles. "Me and Dada have been making cupcakes!" The child exclaims. He's reaching his arms towards me and I take him from Louis. His little hands clutch on to the hem of my shirt. And I can't help but think about how he called me Dada. And Louis Daddy. I think...I think he's our son. I think we're a family. "Sweetheart, aunty Lottie is looking after you tonight ok? Dada and I are going out." He's smiling at me and I give him a confused look. "What's the occasion?" I ask. The boy's fringe had fallen in his eyes so I use my palm to sweep it back off his face. "It's our anniversary silly!" Louis starts laughing and I look at the calendar. "No it's not. Our anniversary is the 28th?"
"Yessss that's our getting together anniversary and this is our wedding anniversary idiot!" I look at him in surprise, and sure enough, there's a ring on my finger. We're married. I'm married to Louis Tomlinson. I smile. "I love you." I mouth at him. He leans in and kisses me. This isn't a peck this time, no, this is a proper, passionate, loving kiss. "Gross!" the boy giggles as he tries to squirm from my grasp. Louis pulled away and dramatically put a hand on his heart and faked being offended. He placed his hands on either side of the boys face and blew a raspberry on his cheek. "Stop Daddy!" the boy squealed. I laughed. "Go on. Go grab your pyjamas and I'll run you a bath." I say softly and kiss the boy's forehead. He scampers up the stairs and I feel an arm around my waist. "How did I end up with such a beautiful husband and a gorgeous son 'ey?" Louis sighs. "I'm the lucky one Lou." I whisper.

"Harry! Hazza! Wake up love." Louis says shaking Harry slightly. Harry opens his eyes slowly to meet Louis' loving gaze. "Time to put your seatbelt on. We're about to land." Louis says with a smile as he buckled Harry's seatbelt. He sat down and buckled his own before taking Harry's hand in his. "You're gonna be a really good father Lou." Harry whispered. "Huh?" Louis said looking up. He clearly hadn't heard Harry. "Nothing." Harry said quietly, giving Louis' hand a squeeze. Louis looked unconvinced, but decided not to ask any more questions when they hit a bump and Harry let out a little squeak. He shut his eyes tightly and held Louis' hand even tighter. "It's ok my love. I'm here. We'll be back on the ground before you know it." Louis said softly as he traced circles on Harry's palm with his thumb. Moments later they touched down.  The plane came roaring to a holy and Harry finally breathed. They were in New York.

A/N: I'm terribly sorry for the slow updates. Also um...over 100 reads?!! That's crazy. I'd so appreciate hearing your opinions and feedback so please leave a comment! Also if you're liking this story please vote! It would truly mean the world to me!
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P.S: How cute is that fan art! I can't remember where I saw it but all credits to the creator it isn't my own art (seriously, I cannot draw for sh*t!)