Guys I'm so obsessed with Dusk Till Dawn that it's not even healthy anymore. Please watch and like his music video, stream or buy his song, please. LOVE MY BABY!!! ~Jenn

 Anyway, this chapter is heavily detailed and there's blood. You've been warned, my children.

Around seven on the night of the December 23rd, Louis went to bed still carrying his baby girl, and he didn't expect to wake up so soon. At least that's what it felt like when he opened his eyes.

He stared at the ceiling and moved his right hand to put it on the side of his bump where he would always rest it. But this time it felt strange when there was no bump. Instead, he had a flat tummy, with no signs of ever having been pregnant. He sat up too fast getting dizzy as he did so. He looked around the room to find out that he wasn't in Harry's bedroom. Instead he was in a dorm. His side of the room was messy while his roommate's was decent.

He began to feel afraid, not knowing what he was doing there. Yet somehow he found himself doing a daily routine all without his control. It was like having an out of body experience, as if he was a ghost that was standing there dormant, watching himself perform actions robotically. The first thing he did was call Harry, but when he didn't pick up, Louis finished getting dressed and gathered his things for class.

It was futile to call him when nothing ever happened. The phone never rang and Harry never answered his texts. He was blocked, but that didn't stop him from trying every single day, anytime he could. He just wanted to hear his deep voice, and more than anything, he wanted to hear her. He had yet to meet the baby that he had stupidly given up almost a year ago and his parents refused to show him any pictures. They would rather pay for him to go on trips whenever he had breaks than go back home. It wasn't fair to him.

He went about his week like he always did, going to his classes and then going back to his dorm where he would do his assignments. But on Friday nights things changed. Instead of staying in, Louis would get dressed in the most provocative outfits and go out. It made him feel less lonely. He would always find himself at parties, drinking until he couldn't anymore. Sometimes he would end the evening by getting fucked by two or three guys at the same time. Louis didn't care who was inside of him, as long as he wasn't alone by nightfall.

Louis felt emotionally empty. He missed Harry and he missed the daughter he didn't know. He regretted giving her up everyday and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get over it.

Weeks passed and it was finally Christmas break. He had planned on staying in the dorms, but he changed his mind when he kept thinking about his baby girl. He called Harry, and once again the boy didn't answer. Louis found an ultrasound picture that he had kept for some reason. It had been his last one at forty weeks. It was the only 'picture' that he had of his and Harry's daughter. Though he didn't deserve to call her his daughter after he had signed his rights away, when she had been only an hour old.

Every time Louis thought about it, it brought tears to his eyes and his chest ached. He had abandoned his daughter. He had given her away as if she had been a bag of clothes that he no longer used. Louis hated himself.

He stared at the ultrasound picture, tears rolling down his cheeks and a hand on his empty belly where she used to be nestled. Where he used to keep her warm and safe from the cruel world she now lived in without her mother to protect her. His baby girl would be turning a year old the next day and he had missed everything.

Was it even possible to miss a person that you had never met? Regardless Louis did, of every second of every minute of every day.

When the need to see her became too strong, Louis finally found the strength inside of him to do something. He got up and quickly packed a bag and left his dorm, not caring what he had to do to get home but knowing that he had to get there for her birthday.

Getting there was the easy part. The hard part was knocking on his parents door, a place where he was no longer welcomed. His mother opened the door, holding his baby sister that he had only seen once or twice whenever he facetimed her. Louis went to greet her, but was interrupted by Harry who came out of nowhere running after a small child. The small little body on the floor was crawling way too fast, and it made Louis wonder how her knees weren't hurting.

Louis could feel their eyes on him, but he didn't care and dropped his bags to go to her. He picked her up and held her close to him, hugging and kissing her little face that for some reason he couldn't see very well. Her features were blurred out, all he could see was a mix of pinks and creams. He couldn't even tell what color her eyes were. But that didn't discourage him. He didn't want to let her go ever again. However, he had to when she started squirming in his arms. When Louis looked at her, he noticed the way she was leaning away from him, her hands behind her back and a pout on her little lips. The only feature he could see on her obscured face.

It wasn't long before she turned to look at Harry and reached out for her daddy, lowly whining so he could take her away. A wave of sadness washed over him. Louis was hurt that he wasn't able to see her clearly. His heart filled with jealousy when he realized that she was meant for Harry's eyes only.

It wasn't long before she burst out crying and just like that, Harry took her away from him and out of the house. Never to be seen again.

Louis woke up from the terrible nightmare when he felt a sharp pain. It didn't last long, but it was painful. He waited for something to happen, anything, but when nothing did he went back to sleep. It was still around eight in the evening, the day before his birthday and he was already in bed when he was exhausted. He could hear Harry and his family talking somewhere in the house before he closed his eyes again and let sleep take over. The next time he woke up it was three in the morning, seven hours later.

He lowly groaned when his stomach started hurting again, lasting a good minute that was pure hell for him. He spent the rest of the night like that, enduring the pain, waking up whenever it would hurt and going back to sleep when it would pass. Dusty stayed by his side, even when Louis had tried to kick him off of the bed for getting too close to his tummy when it had been cramping.

In the back of his mind, he had a feeling they were contractions, but he was afraid to do anything, scared that Harry would take his baby away like he did in the dream.

By eight in the morning, twelve hours later, Louis woke up again to himself wetting the bed.

He was too sleepy to realize what was really going on, until the cramps started getting more frequent and lasted around forty-five seconds. Even though he was currently delirious with pain, Louis counted them. He tried to get up and let Harry know they had to go to the hospital, that he was in labor, but he didn't want to get out of bed.

He had made the mistake of only wearing one of Harry's band t-shirts and his boxers to bed, because now, after his water had broke, he was freezing cold. He moved away from the wet spot and slipped off the drenched boxers, then covered himself with the blankets, accidentally disrupting Dusty's sleep in the process.

Every time a contraction came, he grabbed onto the pregnancy pillow with one fist and clutched onto his belly with the other, feeling the stretched skin tighten under his hand. As soon as it was over, he collapsed on his back, and stared at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath, praying the pain would be over soon.

But as the hour progressed, the contractions got worse and worse. When he had hit his limit, and he couldn't stand the pain anymore, he started crying. He cried even more against Harry's pillow when the cat suddenly stood up and ran out of the room, leaving Louis alone in his misery. Louis tried to sit up when he felt pressure down there, and with difficulty, he leaned forward as much as possible then reached down with his hand to feel in between his legs. He almost screamed in panic when his fingers brushed the top of her head.

At this point he didn't care if he was alone, or if he needed to go to the hospital. He was going to have his baby right here right now.

In that moment he decided that he was going to give birth to his baby girl, determined to get her into his arms as soon as possible. But despite if he was ready or not, it was already happening. So he helped the process by gripping the sheets with his fists and pushing as hard as he could. His dad had been right, his body knew what to do.

In Gemma's room, Harry was trying to find a comfortable position on the air mattress that had lost a lot of air during the night. As he rolled over, the smell of pancakes hit his nose. His mom must be already up and cooking. He knew she had planned on making a whole spread when it was Christmas Eve, and Louis' eighteenth birthday. But Harry was still tired and didn't want to get up. So he went back to sleep.

Before he could start dreaming again, Dusty jumped on top of him. The cat started by meowing and tapping his forehead with his paw. Harry gently pushed him away only for the cat to come back and start all over again.

"Stop it." Harry muttered annoyed. But the feline didn't. Harry batted him away some more but was not expecting it when the cat actually scratched his face and began meowing louder. "Dude!" Harry sat up, watching the cat grab the cord of his phone charger with his teeth and run out of the room.

Harry was quick to get up and go after him, not wanting the stupid cat to chew it up. He couldn't risk it getting damaged when they were expensive and he didn't have money to spend on a brand new one.

He caught a glimpse of Dusty's tail going into Louis' bedroom where it was still dark thanks to the thick expensive curtains his mom had gotten him. He walked in there without knocking. But as soon as he saw Louis, he wished he hadn't. The cat almost tripped him when he ran out of the room again after dropping the cord by the bed then disappeared into Anne's bedroom.

Harry wished he had stayed on the shitty air mattress when he saw a red-faced and very sweaty Louis gripping the sheets tight, legs spread open wide and body hunched over his large stomach in labor, pushing with all his strength. But he stopped in his tracks when he glanced down and saw the baby's head, barely visible, coming out of him. Harry felt hot, dizzy and nauseous as soon as he saw it, but sprung into action when Louis let out a sob. The kind of horrible sound that someone made while they were in serious pain.

He thought that it was bad enough that he was witnessing a live birth, his baby's birth. But when Louis screamed at the top of his lungs, loud and sharp and piercing, striking him like lightning, Harry violently shuttered, a wave of fearful shivers running down his spine. He took a step back, slipping on the pair of his wet boxers on the floor when he saw dark red blood gush out of Louis ass and stain his favorite navy blue sheets.

"Harry, what the hell is going on?" Gemma poked her head in the room, her eyes widening when she saw her brother on the ground by the bed and staring up at Louis who had a tiny human halfway out of him.

"MOM!" Gemma screamed as loud as she could, the walls of the house shaking until her voice cracked at the end in fear.

Anne got there faster than Harry had ever seen her get somewhere, and when she saw Louis bent over his stomach and crying in pain as he pushed through another contraction, her mouth dropped open in complete shock, reminiscent of when she caught them with Dusty, but a lot less funny.

"Gemma! Go get Evelyn and Sara!" She ordered, and then turned to her son. "Harry, get up and call an ambulance! Now!"

Gemma ran out of the room as soon as her mother finished giving orders, but Harry didn't move at all. He only had eyes for the baby he was about to meet. The top of her head looked straight out of a horror movie, gore and all when it was covered in god knows what. But it only got worse when Harry's saw a halo of blood around the fleshy mound, staining Louis' skin a deep crimson when, for some reason, he tried to close his legs but ended up opening them again.

Anne went to Louis side and grabbed ahold of his hand when another wave of pain ran through his body.

"Breathe, honey. You need to breathe." She told him as she grabbed his hand. Louis gripped onto it with dear life as he continued pushing.

Louis could barely talk or keep his eyes open. One of his eyes was red when he had burst a vein due to the exertion, something that scared the hell out of Harry. Everywhere he looked it seemed to be red. Louis' eyes, his skin, the sheets below his bum, and his daughter's head. He couldn't help it when he turned around and threw up in the bin, starting to cry when it came out of his nose just as Louis screamed again and Anne started panicking, overwhelmed by the sight of so much blood.

A moment later Sara ran into the room, her pregnant sister-in-law following after her along with Robin and John, but the two stayed outside, doing their best to give Louis his privacy. Josephine and Beatrice were right behind them, going inside despite that there were already too many people in the room. That's until Beatrice saw Harry on his knees in front of the bin that now reeked of vomit.

"Oh for god's sake." She rubbed her hands on her face before going to Harry. "Boy, get up!" She tried to pick him up, but Harry groaned and refused to move.

Sara immediately went in front of Louis and quickly analyzed the situation, her midwife training kicking in. But after she saw all the blood that stained the sheets, her lips trembled in terror.

"Louis! Slow down! Sweetheart, you need to slow down!" She yelled at him, needing time to assess his condition and find out where all the blood was coming from.

"Lou, you need to stop pushing. You need to start panting for me, you need to breathe." She told him as gently as she could, glad that Louis listened to her. But his screams of pain still made her flinch.

Evelyn stood behind her and cried out dramatically. "She's ripping right through him!" Then she glared at the redheaded woman who looked frozen in shock. "DO SOMETHING! HE'S BLEEDING OUT!"

"I can't!" Sara cried. "The baby's shoulders are already out! She'll be out after the next push!" Then she looked at the other people standing in the room. "Someone give me a towel. I'm going to have to catch her." She ordered as calm as possible.

"I already called 911." Anne spoke up, knowing they didn't have anything for a home birth. They were absolutely unprepared.

Gemma ran to get one out of the bathroom because her brother was still next to the bin with Beatrice trying to make him get up and be useful. Josephine was with John, rubbing the man's back when he looked ready to pass out. Soon Gemma ran back in and handed the towel to Sara. A moment later Louis' screams were replaced by weak helpless cries, coming from the blood-covered infant.

"It's a girl." Sara smiled, lifting up his little star for all of them to see.

That's when Harry finally reacted and got up and ran to the bed, seeing Louis trying to reach for the small bundle that Sara soon placed on his chest. He wanted to take her away, but stopped when Louis wrapped his arms around her and then looked at her, slowly leaning down to kiss her head.

Harry was in a trance, his eyes so focused on his beautiful daughter, that he didn't realize that her mother was now laying in a pool of his own blood. He snapped out of it when he heard Evelyn release the most ear-splitting scream, her voice shrill and horrified. Louis' arms suddenly fell like dead weight onto the sheets, the baby almost slipping off of his chest. Harry watched in horror as Louis' eyes rolled back and he lost all consciousness.

The baby started screaming her little lungs out until Harry moved, he was quick to reach out his big protective hand and hold her in place. A tear rolled down his cheek when he saw Josephine in all her tiny glory, wiggling lively on her mother's motionless chest. The wonderful image turned painful when Harry realized that Louis was barely breathing.

Harry had been in shock, not understanding how serious everything was until a paramedic, he hadn't even noticed, walked into the room. The man stood beside him and gave Harry the baby to hold. Next he placed Louis on the board, covering him with a space blanket to retain heat. He strapped him in and waited until another paramedic, a female, made her way to Harry and asked to see the crying infant cradled in his arms. After Harry reluctantly transferred his daughter into the woman's arms, she gently checked on the baby, cleaning her up before she wrapped her up in a smaller space blanket and put her back on top of Louis' belly, still attached to her mother. She strapped her in as well and then they were on their way as fast as they could without putting Louis and the baby in danger.

"No!" Harry went after her, trying to push his mom off of him when she stopped him. "Mom! That's my baby! I have to go with her!"

"Shh baby." Anne hushed him. "Get in the car. We will follow them to the hospital."

"No, I have to go with her." Harry insisted.

"Harry, John's going with them. You're minors and John is Louis' father." Anne told him.

"But that's my baby!" Harry cried, not understanding.

"I know and she'll be waiting for us at the hospital. C'mon." She pulled him toward her car that Robin had already started.

Harry got in the backseat after he brushed his teeth to get rid of the rancid taste of bile. He noticed that his sister and grandma had climbed in next to him with the baby bag and another one for Louis. The car seat already in place in his mother's car. Then he saw Sara, Beatrice and Evelyn pile in John's car. The ride to the hospital felt like an eternity, and as soon as Robin parked the car in the underground parking lot, Harry unbuckled himself and ran inside. He looked insane when he stopped at the front desk, looking around because he had no clue where the hell he should go.

"Hello, sir." The receptionist greeted him. "How can I help you?"

"Louis." Harry gasped. "Louis Tomlinson. I need to know where he is." He demanded.

"Just a minute, please." She said.

Harry wanted to choke her when she was taking forever and he needed to know if they were okay, if Louis was still alive after that bloodbath he had witnessed.

"Room 114. He's in surgery right now, but Mr. Tomlinson is in the room already. The baby is being evaluated as we speak by a pediatrician and as soon as they're sure she's okay, a nurse will bring her there." She told him after an eternity.

"Thank you." Harry told her, wanting to push his family out of the way when they were taking forever to get to the damn elevator. Evelyn and her family had left as soon as they heard the room number.

~*~

The room turned out to be in the maternity ward and in Harry's opinion, it looked luxurious. The bed was empty and John was sitting on a couch looking extremely worried, his arms around his wife who just wouldn't stop crying.

"How are they doing?" Robin asked.

"The baby seemed fine but Louis wouldn't stop bleeding the whole way here. No one has come out to tell me what's going on, just got him ready for an emergency surgery." John explained, then wiped away the fresh tears rolling down his face with his shaking hands.

It made Harry feel guilty when he was more worried about his daughter than Louis, his daughter's mother, the boy he once loved before finding out what he had planned. Harry took a seat in between his mom and sister, who handed him the baby's bag as soon as he sat down. He started going through it, finding a folder that contained legal papers. It was just a few pages that Louis had to sign in order to relieve him of his parental rights. Then Harry could take his daughter home and forget Louis ever existed. For a moment he had the urge to rip them up then flush them down the toilet, make Louis be a goddamn mother, but then he remembered that Louis had wanted to leave her in Spain. Louis didn't love her, and Harry was not going to force him.

Harry only had to wait a few more minutes until a nurse walked in rolling in a plastic bassinet. Harry almost got up to run to her, but his mom stopped him to let the nurse have some space.

"Here she is." The nurse smiled. But the smile faltered when she picked the baby up and seemed lost as to who she was supposed to hand the baby to.

"I'm her dad." Harry stood up, feeling strange when he said those words out loud, but proud nonetheless.

"Congratulation, sweetheart." The nurse, Ximena, congratulated him as she handed the baby to Harry then turned so that she was facing John. "Louis is out of surgery and he'll be moved here soon. I'm not sure if he's breastfeeding. If he is I'll be back to help..." She hesitated.

"He's not." Harry spoke up. "She'll need a bottle." He continued, never looking up when he only had eyes for his daughter.

He stood there, afraid of taking a step while holding her. She was too small, way smaller than he thought she would be. She was wrapped in the traditional hospital blanket, wearing a white long sleeved bodysuit and a pink beanie. Her features were still scrunched up, looking like newborns did, and her eyes were closed. Her small hands were curled into small fists near her mouth. Harry traced his finger along her teeny tiny pinkie, but doing it so softly so that he would not disturb her. She moved her small head from side to side, letting out a teeny tiny yawn that had his green eyes watering and soon bursting into tears.

He gently kissed her forehead as if she was made of the most fragile glass. Then he made his way to the couch where he carefully sat down, letting his mom and Gemma take a look at her. He was about to scream at Gemma when she began to move the beanie up.

"Gemma! What the hell are you doing–" He stopped talking when he saw fuzzy red hair covering her head. He stared in shock then slowly turned and looked up, staring at Sara before gazing back down at his daughter again.

Just what the actual fuck?

Beatrice started laughing. "She's a ginger! Got that from our side of the family." She stated proudly. "I knew she'd be one! Never skips a generation - well except for John and Louis. But anyways, my husband was a redhead."

Well that explained it.

Harry wanted to say how gorgeous his baby was but two doctors chose that moment to knock then walk in, along with a male nurse who was rolling in a bed with a still unconscious Louis on it. He looked like death, getting nutrients from an IV attached to his wrist. Harry feared that they were going to drop him but the nurse only moved the old bed out with the doctor's help, leaving the one Louis was on in its place.

John quickly got up and went to his son's side. "Is he okay?" The worried dad asked. "What happened?"

The surgeon smiled kindly at him. "Louis is perfectly fine." He reassured him. "While giving birth he had some pretty deep tearing which caused the bleeding. We stitched him up without any problems and gave him a blood transfusion. He'll have to take it easy the first few weeks so he heals properly. That means no heavy lifting or walking more than necessary. It's fine if he holds his baby as long as he's sitting or lying down. We'll schedule a follow up appointment in a week or so. Don't worry, Mr. Tomlinson, Louis is completely fine."

"Thank you." John sighed in relief.

The pediatrician then stepped forward when the surgeon was done, and smiled at Harry and the baby in his arms.

"The baby was born around 9:30 this morning on December 24th. She's six pounds and one ounce and seventeen inches long, basically slightly smaller than an average, but overall she's a healthy baby..."

He listened to the pediatrician talk to them about the baby's health, not worrying at all when she was a healthy baby. Evelyn stood next to John and both watched their son, running soothing fingers through his hair. She wondered if he was really going to give up his daughter. They understood that whatever decision he made, they were going to have to support it. But that didn't mean they weren't going to see their granddaughter.

Everybody ended up going down to the cafeteria to get breakfast except the parents and Harry. He refused to leave his daughter alone when he hadn't put her down at all. She was adorable and Harry was fascinated with her. She was his whole world.

The nurse, Ximena, came into the room, holding a clipboard and a pen. "Did you want to fill out the birth certificate?" She asked him.

Harry nodded. He gave his mom the baby as he took the paperwork and quickly filled it out, writing his name under father, and clearly printing Josephine Louise Styles where his daughter's belonged. He fought the urge to cross out the space reserved for her mother's information until he signed his rights away. When he was done he smiled, proud of the names that he had picked for her.

The same nurse brought a bottle of formula. Harry finished feeding his baby girl her very first meal when Louis started waking up. Harry ignored his mom's glares and the way Louis' parents looked away when he took out his folder and a pen. He wanted to get it over with and leave when the pediatrician had told them she could go home at any time. They were usually released along with the mother, but his child didn't have one so it was completely Harry's decision.

It took a while for Louis to fully wake up when he had been disoriented and nauseous after the small dose of anesthesia the doctor had given him. As soon as he had fully opened his eyes, Harry gave his daughter to his mom and slowly made his way to Louis, placing the papers in front of him.

"Harry, I don't think now's the time." John spoke up, voice firm and authoritative.

"Let me see her." Louis croaked, his voice raw. "Let me see my baby, Harry."

Harry was hesitant to give her to him. After everything that Louis had said, he was surprised that he wanted to see her. Part of him didn't want to let Louis because what if he looked at her like Des had looked at him, and then said that he didn't want her? That he had no desire to be her mother. But another part of him knew that Louis deserved to see her and make his choice. She was his baby after all.

Harry put down the papers and took Josephine from his mother's arms. Then he walked slowly over to Louis who was already stretching his arms out toward the small bundle in his hands. Harry gently, with the utmost care, placed their daughter in her mother's arms and then took a step back. He didn't go too far, giving Louis and the baby space but still staying a protective distance away.

Louis' eyes filled with tears when he saw her, his blue irises dancing over her angelic face. He traced his finger over her chubby cheeks, pouty lips, cute nose, and tuffs of scarlet hair, grinning when he knew she had gotten that from his side of the family. She was the most beautiful baby that he had ever seen.

"Josie." Louis whispered, taking Harry by surprise at the nickname. He wasn't even sure how Louis knew her name in the first place. Maybe he had seen the blanket or his Nana had told him. Speaking of which -

"Her name is Josephine." Harry corrected him.

"I know." Louis responded. "But she's my Josie."

Harry's jade eyes widened in shock. What did this mean? Did that mean that he wanted to keep her? That he wanted to be her mommy? Harry's head was about to explode in anticipation.

"I love her, Harry." Louis spoke up, his voice caring and fond. "I can't let her go. She's my baby... our baby." Louis stared crying, holding the fussy baby closer to him after kissing her forehead.

The whole room had tears rolling down their cheeks when Louis held her upright against his chest and whispered apologies to her. She instantly began to calm down, comforted by a voice that she remembered. He had only been holding her for less than five minutes and he was already good at it. It was as if he was born to hold her when it came so naturally to him.

"I– I need to feed her." Louis blushed a deep red. "Mom, I need help." Louis shyly asked when he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

"She already ate." Harry confessed.

"Oh." He whispered his eyes quickly looking away, trying to hide how hurt he felt.

"You were sleeping. So don't feel bad. You'll get to feed her next time, sweetheart." Evelyn reassured him.

"But I wanted to do it." Louis admitted. "I didn't want her to have formula. I only want the best for my baby." Louis said, after having read how important colostrum was for a baby. Only he could provide that.

"I'm sure she'll be fine." Anne gave him a warm smile.

But when she wouldn't stop crying, Louis looked down at her worried, wondering what could be wrong with her. He looked up at Harry, but he was making the same panicked face.

"She probably needs to be changed," John said since she had already eaten. Before he could ask Harry to hand him a diaper, he was already on it, getting one of the baby bag.

"Honey, you should probably use the disposable ones until we get home." Anne told him just as he was about to take out a cloth diaper. Instead he grabbed one of the store bought diapers along with the wipes and the baby powder then walked over to the end of Louis' bed and sat the stuff down. Harry went to his side and reached for the baby, Louis took a few seconds to hand her over, not wanting to let go of her so soon.

Harry carefully sat her on the bed and unwrapped the blanket from around her and took off her white bodysuit. She wasn't wearing socks and had a bracelet with Louis' name and the date and time of her birth wrapped around her tiny right ankle. Harry knew it also had an alarm that would go off if anyone tried to take her out of the hospital without properly checking her out, it made him feel better. Before he could undo her wet diaper, Anne was beside him, demonstrating how it was done. She changed Josie, talking Harry through every step, telling him to thoroughly wipe her little bum before she let him do it.

"Front to back, Harry. Always wipe thoroughly front to back." Anne shook her head when Harry wasn't doing it right. "Now put a little bit of baby pow– Harry! I said a little bit!" Anne exclaimed, seeing the mess Harry had made all over her granddaughter when he had shaken the bottle way too hard.

"Oh shit." Harry cursed when he saw Josie's privates and her thighs completely covered in baby powder.

"Harry you need to stop cussing. Especially around her." Anne told him in her authoritative mom tone. Harry nodded before going back to helping her change Josie.

Everything took a turn for the worst when the baby started crying at full volume. Her little fists where by her mouth and her face was starting to turn red. If Harry was honest, she looked like she was pissed off. He let his mom help him clean her up when he was being too slow and Josie was starting to get cold. John and Evelyn had left to get something to eat and Louis was watching them with a smile on his face. Until Anne spoke.

"It's been two hours so she's probably hungry." Anne told Harry when her son wondered what could be wrong.

They both turned to look at Louis and smiled when he reached for his baby. Once Harry had given her to him he drew a blank. He didn't know what to do.

"Do you want me to get the nurse or do you want me to help you?" Anne asked him.

"Umm... can you help me, please?" Louis asked shyly.

Anne nodded and went to his side to tell him what to do while Harry had taken a seat on Louis' other side watching everything. Anne waited for Louis to lower his hospital gown after she had untied the strings, but Louis didn't move at all and only stared at the baby who kept getting louder.

"You have to get her closer and let her latch on. Just touch her lips with your nipple." Anne told him, then glared at Harry when he snorted.

"If you cannot be mature, Harry," she snapped at him, "then please go wait outside."

"Can you go sit on the couch?" Louis asked when Harry didn't move, his face red with embarrassment.

"What? It's nothing I haven't seen before. And I want to watch." Harry narrowed his eyes.

"But I don't want you to watch." Louis argued, still refusing to uncover his chest.

"Louis," Anne said getting his attention. "She needs to eat. Ignore Harry."

Louis took a deep breath and ignored Harry who got even closer. He followed Anne's instructions and as soon as the baby had latched on, he wanted to push her away. It felt like a thousand needles were stabbing all over his nipple. He was too sensitive and as soon as she had started eating, there was no power that could stop her. Louis glared at Harry when he took out his phone and started taking pictures.

"Can you not!" Louis wanted to snatch it away and throw it against the wall.

"I just want one for my IG." Harry pouted.

"You're not posting my boobs on IG!" Louis wanted to cry.

"Ugh fine." Harry turned his phone off and put it back in the back pocket of his jeans. He would take more later when she wasn't eating. And also more that included Louis with her.

To Louis, his baby had taken forever to eat, but as soon as she was done she fell asleep again. She was living life to the fullest in his opinion. Eat, poop, sleep, repeat. She had Anne help him set her on his chest so she could sleep there and he couldn't stop himself from kissing all over her little face. He couldn't stop looking at her as she slept either, wondering what the hell was wrong with him for not wanting her before. Maybe his grandma was right, he was stubborn. But the truth was that he loved her with all his heart and never wanted to let her go.

"I wonder what color her eyes will be." Harry said aloud, pulling up a chair to sit beside Louis so that he could look at her more closely. Their little star was such a pretty baby. The prettiest.

"Probably mine," Louis traced the his finger gently over her eyebrow. "She already has red hair, which came from my genes."

Harry stuck his tongue at him. "Your blue eyes are beautiful, so I wouldn't mind."

Louis' cheeks flamed pink at the compliment, but then turned red in anger when he realized that Harry was just kidding.

"Sike! In your dreams, Tomlinson." Harry laughed, the fond in his voice completely gone. "They are gonna be green, just like her daddy's."

"Dumbass, gingers are always blue eyed." Louis lied, knowing very well that it was rare. Very very rare. But maybe she would surprise them.

"Don't lie." Harry reached to grab one of Josie's little hands as gentle as he could when he was afraid of breaking her wrist.

"Shut up, I'm not." Louis started rubbing her back, turning away to hide his smile.

"Whatever. I'm googling this shi– stuff." Harry grabbed his phone again.

He didn't get to even open safari when there was a knock on the door then the whole family walked in. Gemma was quick to take out a plastic container from her bag with a cupcake in it. Evelyn grabbed two candles in the shapes of the numbers one and eight. Gemma stuck them in the chocolate cupcake and then John light them up. Gemma had Evelyn hold the cupcake after she detached the lid from the bottom part then all of them sang happy birthday to him.

Louis couldn't hold back his tears and started crying as he held his baby closer to him. So far this was the best birthday that he had ever had, and he was sure nothing was going to top it. He let Harry sit on the bed with him and wrap his arm around him and their daughter. That's when Louis looked down and stared at his baby girl. She was the best present that he had ever received. He cried harder when Beatrice took out another cupcake from her bag and set it in front of him. It had pink frosting and a candle in the shape of a zero.

"Happy birthday, baby." Beatrice hugged him and kissed his cheeks, making sure to squeeze them like she always did. Louis felt sorry for his Josie when he knew that she was going to experience the same treatment at the hands of her great grandma.

"Thank you, Nana." Louis smiled, letting her look at the baby but not hold her. He wanted his dad to hold her first.

Lucky for him, his father was the next to tell him happy birthday and congratulate him on the baby. Then he leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I knew you would change your mind when you saw her. She's a cutiepie."

"Do you want to hold her?" Louis asked him, holding out the baby.

"I would love to." John said, taking her in his muscular arms. He smiled at her once she was safe inside of them, and Louis knew that look. He would fight wars for her if he had to. His dad was a proud grandpa and loved his granddaughter just as much as his son loved her.

"Louis, you have to blow out the candle and eat the cupcake before a nurse comes in!" Gemma grabbed the cupcake from Evelyn and put it in front of Louis. "Beatrice and I snuck them in."

"Thank you all." Louis told them then grabbed the cupcake only to see Harry was halfway done with the pink one.

"What?" Harry asked with his mouth full of cupcake. "I'm hungry."

"Hun," Josephine shook her head. "You need to eat something. There's no tummy on you! You're already skin and bones and then you threw up."

"Nana!" Harry exclaimed, his face getting redder and redder.

Beatrice nodded her head in agreement. "Same with Louis. But when we get home I'm going to help Josephine make a big Christmas dinner to fatten him and Harry up. Lou has the baby to feed too now, he'll need all the calories he can get."

Louis' face turned bright red. Not even a few hours ago he had been as big as a house, and even now with all the baby weight, his nan was still saying he was too thin! There was no winning with her.

When Harry's stomach growled even after he was finished eating the cupcake, his grandma frowned. "Darling come on. We are going to the cafeteria. You need to eat something."

"Nana no!" Harry whined, not wanting to leave his Josie alone for a second. But she didn't listen, and grabbed him by the ear and pulled him out the door. "Harry Edward! If you don't get up and come with me to put food in that belly of yours I'm gonna..." They all laughed as they heard her continue to lecture him down the hall.

Louis let the family hold his baby, letting his mom help him when a nurse brought food so he could eat. He didn't realize how hungry he was until he started eating the pancakes. They weren't as good as his mom and Anne's, but he ate them anyway. He was done and smiled when his mother gave him his daughter back. He got more hugs and kisses from Gemma and his aunt Sara who ended up leaving back to his house when Louis was going to be released the next day at some time in the afternoon. 

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