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Present Day

L.T.POV

Harry was with me and the world was right again. It was kind of awkward some times, because our little 'misunderstanding' wasn't cleared yet, but we managed. He was the same lovable Hazza that I fell in love with three years ago.

We were at the studio for a song writing session for our upcoming album. Harry and I were put together as co-writers for one song, and we were allowed to be alone in a quiet room, which was supposed to help us think. The thing is, we were thinking of everything except song lyrics.

Harry was sitting in a chair opposite mine, glancing at me every few minutes with a cheeky smile. We were told to dig up happy memories, to get us in the mood to write the perfect love song. I could only imagine what Harry was thinking about.

"Lou, can you remember when we first saw each other, before we met in the toilets?"

I smiled at the image of the young curly boy staring at me from across the room.

"Yeah. Of course. Audition day. We saw each other for a moment when we were standing in line right? You looked so curious. What were you thinking about?"

He smiled cheekily and batted his eyelashes.

"About how hot you looked"

I laughed. "Okay. You know what I was thinking about just now?"

"What?"

I could feel a smile spreading on my face as I dug up the memory. "Remember when we used to sneak out just before a performance?"

Harry's face mirrored my own as it lit up with a fond smile. "How can I not? It was so exhilarating. The danger of being caught; the things we did...." He blushed, looking down, probably remembering the steamy experience.

"We used to text each other the location only a few minutes before meeting up in case our phones were checked..."

"Yeah..."

We were silent a moment, both jotting some sentences down.

I remembered our secret meetings vividly. Though we told each other it would help calm us down for the performance, it did anything but calm us down. I remembered feeling his heart beating frantically against mine, as we held each other in the final moments before we let go. And of course, that wasn't enough for us; we often met up after the performance and drove around town and usually end up in deserted parks around midnight; my head on his chest, hands intertwined, looking up at the stars.

Of course, the memories that followed weren't as sweet. The tension we felt during every interview, Harry's torn expression as Taylor dissed him in front of the entire world with an award in her hand.......

My emotions were in turmoil. At least it helped my mind form some coherent lyrics.

After writing down a bit more, I looked up at Harry, who had his head bent over his notebook, scribbling away. He bit his lip as he paused his writing for a moment and looked up to meet my gaze. With a mysterious smile, he looked back down and scribbled some more.

H.S. POV

The words just flowed out of me as inspiration struck at the recollection of my memories with Louis. I looked up for a moment to see him staring intently at me, which made me smile. I guess we share wanting to stare at each other and never get bored.

I finished my writing and found Louis standing at the balcony of the small room. I got up and joined him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I had to bend down to rest my head on his shoulder. Sensing my discomfort, Louis backed away from my arms and caught my waist from behind. He was the perfect height to rest his head on my shoulder. We both chuckled, the sound reverberating through our bodies.

"LOUIS! Where the fuck are you?!"

We sprang apart at the enraged voice of Simon. It was a miracle he let us co-write, but another miracle would be needed for him to digest the fact that we were together again.

He burst into the room, face contorted with anger. "What is wrong with you? I devote my whole career into making you successful, and this is what you give me? More problems?!"

Louis looked confused.

"What happened?"

Simon clenched his fists. "There is a phone call for you", he spat and turned on his heel.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly to which Louis replied with a shake of his head, and set off to follow Simon.

L.T.POV

There is a phone call for you

Who'd be calling the management asking for me? And what was even scarier is that Simon had ranted about more problems. I couldn't even begin to imagine what had happened.

I caught up with Simon and followed him to a conference room where the rest of boys and a few directors were huddled around a phone on the desk, obviously put on loud speaker. Each and every head turned my way and immediately backed away from the phone as soon as they saw me.

I could feel Harry following me, and I found little comfort in his presence.

I walked towards the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, Louis"

The high pitched voice made my blood run cold. I looked back to see Harry frozen in his stance behind me, he wouldn't look at me. I turned back to face the wrath.

"Uh, why are you calling Modest?"

She laughed. A high pitched laugh that was faker than my grandma's teeth.

"Because, silly, I have news!"

I gulped. "O..kay..what sort of news?"

"Hmm...well, it's totally up to you to decide whether it's good or bad...you know..perception? It's really important to have a good perception these days, what with all the..."

I banged my fist on the table, making everyone jump.

"Just tell me the news, damn it!"

"Okay, okay..so..here goes.......I'm pregnant!"

I felt as if my breath was knocked out of me. I could barely get the words out. "What?"

My mind reeled back to that unpleasant night...we were on my couch, and we did use protection right? I mean, she kissed me as soon as she arrived and...oh. Oh. OH.

"No, no this can't be happening.."

Brianna seemed to get a kick out of the whole situation. She was chuckling.

"Well, it's happening, whether you like it or not! I told you, it's all a matter of perception.."

"Oh, shut up!"

The line went quiet. I closed my eyes and gathered my thoughts. I looked back for a moment to see how he was handling it; he was turned away, his hands in his hair, almost ready to pull it out.

Okay, first things first.

"Brianna?"

"Hmm?"

God, she was sickening.

"What were you gonna do with it?"

"Well, the thing is, Louis, I just started working as a part time model, so I really can't have this baby. And, I..don't like kids that much. They're gross. They eat and then puke everywhere. I just called to let you know so next time, you'd...take precautions"

The nerve! But I figured it was not worth pursuing it.

"So you're getting an abortion? When?"

"I don't know, maybe right after I hang up?"

My fists clenched. She wasn't even giving me time to think this through.

I could feel Simon glaring daggers at me, but when I looked up, he must've felt some sympathy, because he asked all his minions to follow him outside. The boys went too, except Harry, of course. He moved so that he was standing opposite me. He was facing me, but wouldn't raise his head. And we were left to face the most awkward situation ever. Me, my boyfriend and my pregnant one-night-stand.

"Okay, Bri, you need to calm down"

What made him utter these next words, I don't know.

Maybe it was just an instinct to save another life, maybe it was something deeper but Harry said,

"I want you to keep it"

I was sure that Brianna's face would've matched my surprise if she were here.

"What?"

"You heard me" Harry was getting bolder. He looked up and smiled at me. I could feel my jaw dropping.

"Yes I heard you, but I told you, I can't! I am a model, for God's sake, I can't ruin my body having this thing!"

Harry frowned at the words. It was my turn to speak up.

"Brianna, what do you want in exchange?"

"In exchange for what?"

"For keeping the baby to term and giving me full custody after birth"

"Are you, like, a magician? Can you let me keep my job as a model AND give me my body back after this crap?"

I was speechless, but Harry knew just what to do.

"Yeah, we can meet your demands"

"Oh yeah? How?"

"I have a friend who's hiring people to model preggy clothes. I hear he has a hard time faking it with thin models, so he'd be more than delighted to have the real deal. He'll have you until the end of your term. And what's more, I'll give you enough and more money to take care of your body surgically. What do you say?"

"Well...can I get an advance?"

I looked up to see Harry rolling his eyes.

"Sure, sure whatever you want..", Harry winked at me, and I could feel tears of gratitude pooling in my eyes.

A squeal was heard at the mention of the advance, and with a hasty goodbye the line went dead.

The room was silent except for my erratic heart beat. I couldn't form a single coherent thought looking at Harry's face. So I looked down.

"You...you want the baby?"

His feet approached me and gently lifted my face to meet his.

"Of course I do, love," His hands slipped into my hair moving in gentle strokes, "It's your baby"

"Yeah..but it's..it's Brianna..."

Harry smiled. "Yeah..but what matters to me is that it's yours. And she doesn't seem interested in claiming it, so it's 100% yours. And I would never let a life go to waste; especially if it's connected to someone I love"

I could feel tears wetting my cheeks. He pulled me close, and I buried my face in his neck, feeling safe and loved, trusting him completely to share what he made me feel with my...with our child.

I was not surprised to find the memories we relived during that writing session woven in disguise into the perfect love song a few days later...

When I first saw you from across the room,

I could tell that you were curious

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But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms;

If you like having secret little rendezvous

If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do,

Baby I'm Perfect,

Baby I'm Perfect for you...