Chapter 4

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"Harry, you're scaring me," Louis said in a low voice. He reached for Harry's hand and brought it up to his face. Harry could see the ring on his own left ring finger, solid gold band sitting there like it belonged. "Do you seriously not remember me? Your kids?"

Harry pulled his hand away and shook his head, trying to ignore the weird feeling he'd had when he'd seen the tiny word inscribed in the metal of his ring- HI- and took a step back. "No, I don't."

"Fuck," Louis said quietly, and then there was a crash from somewhere else in the house and high pitched crying soon followed. "Oh, shit, shit."

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"Fuck, the kids, I shouldn't have left them on their own this long," Louis said turning and striding to the door. "Look, I'll explain everything soon but I have to make sure they're okay."

Harry sighed and nodded, following Louis out the door and through the house. It was quite spacious and obviously expensive, the décor tasteful and probably chosen by a professional rather than Louis unless the man was an interior decorator or something. But it was modest, too, with plenty of framed photographs along the wall and an abundance of polished wood.

Louis led him into the kitchen, an open spaced area with a marble island and a table with chairs. There was a toddler sitting in a high chair, screaming her lungs out and Louis went to her first, picking her up and holding her to his chest. There was also a little boy, standing next to a smashed plate near the fridge and looking guilty.

"Luke, what did you do?" Louis sighed, bouncing the baby gently and patting her back.

"It slipped," the little boy replied with a pout, going over to Harry and wrapping his little arms around his middle. "Daddy, I didn't mean to, please don't be mad at me."

Harry stared down at Luke with wide eyes and looked up at Louis, who was watching them closely. "Uhm," Harry said, and he felt himself relax a little because he might not know this kid, but he was good with children. "It's okay, love, I'm sure it was an accident."

Louis smiled a little and glanced over at the large clock hung above the oven. "Damn it," he muttered. "Zayn and Perrie are coming to take Luke and Annie soon and she hasn't been fed."

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