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Assistant: Title: For A Rainy Day
        Author: Ioudloudlove Ioudloudlove 
        Chapter: 22/25 
        Summary: THIS WORK COVERS TOPICS THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS FROM THE OUTSET. PLEASE CHECK THE TAGS & WARNINGS. THANK YOULouis is struggling; isolated and lonely after a violent relationship ended in kidnap and a near death experience, he is trying to rebuild his life in a new city, staying anonymous amongst the many faces. Every morning he visits the bakery opposite his flat to add a bit of routine to his upside-down world.The owner of the bakery, Harry, notices the man with the beautiful, sad eyes. He sees his lights on in the early hours, watches his shadow pace back and forth. One day, he decides to perform a random act of kindness; a gift pinned to the door with a note: For a rainy day.As Harry begins to fall for the man, he continues to leave him surprises at his front door. But one day, Louis catches him in the act, and he is forced to come clean. They start a friendship, Louis sharing his experiences that led him to where he is now. How will Harry cope when Louis admits he’s ready to check out of life? And can he convince him that life really can be wonderful again?ORA secret admirer AU where Harry tries to be the hero Louis desperately needs.
        Contents: Chapter 22: Paint Me In The Sky
    

    

        
          
          
            Happy 28th everyone! Hope you're having a wonderful day celebrating!Harry and Louis go to Doncaster for the firework display. Harry meets the Tomlinson's. Louis is confronted with his past. This chapter is made up of lots of mini scenes of their weekend rather than pages and pages detailing everything. It seemed like the best way to do this one ♥
          
        

      
        
          Firstly, let me add a TRIGGER WARNING for minor violence, mental health, homophobia and sexual harassment. This chapter was never going to go in this direction but once I had the idea I just knew I had to go with it. I really hope you guys understand why Louis needed the chance to face his past head on. I haven't got any music for you this time, but if anyone has any suggestions for songs they feel fit, please let me know so I can add them to my playlist.Thank you so much for the support. I love reading all your comments and messages. You can find me over on Twitter too @loudloudlove. I post updates there and share my unhinged Larry thoughts.
            
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    There had been a shift in Louis since the Halloween party, a quiet confidence that radiated from his pores and tinted the whole world in rose. Finding that side of himself, the side that could reduce Harry to a whimpering mess, had given him something new and exciting. It was an experience that was completely new for him and Harry, nothing and no one else had ever made their mark on it and it was refreshing. Louis knew that he wasn’t always going to be so dominant, he still loved being taken care of by Harry, of lying soft and plaint beneath him when they made love, being crushed to his chest and having his skin stroked gently when he came. Instead, he had an alter ego who would swoop in to surprise his boyfriend and leave them both breathless when they least expected it.  A loud crash from the kitchen startled him out of his thoughts, a cry of “FOR GOD’S SAKE NIALL!” drifting through the crack in the door. “What’s going on in there love?” Margie asked from the next table over, her coffee half raised to her lips. “I dread to think Gie, Niall is slightly preoccupied nowadays. Clumsier than ever.” He raised his own cup, taking a deep swallow of the lukewarm latte. “That’ll be all the sex.” Margie sipped her drink nonchalantly while Louis spluttered and choked.  “MARGIE!” Louis laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “How do you know about Niall and his sex life, hmm?” “Oh, it was obvious. Him and that girl saw me home after the party. I may be old but I’m not blind love.” Before he could say anything else, Harry pushed out of the kitchen, his face a mask of disbelief as he struggled to untie his now filthy apron. He pulled it over his head, throwing it behind the counter where Liam stood looking confused, and plonked himself down next to Louis on their favourite sofa, automatically curling into his chest. “Rough day?” Louis stroked the stray curls back from Harry’s forehead, planting a kiss on the warm crown where his bun was beginning to wilt.  “That man in there... he’s going to kill me Louis, I swear to God. He’s just tipped an entire bowl of donut batter onto the floor! THE WHOLE BATCH! It landed right at my feet so now I’m wearing half of it and I need to do it all again and all that gormless git could do was smile at me.” Harry lifted his legs straight in front of him, showing Louis the splatters up the front of his black jeans. “I might need to go to yours and get changed, not sure I can stand being like this all day in front of customers.” “Margie was just saying it’s because of all the sex he’s getting.” Louis smirked at Harry, his boyfriend’s eyes widening and lips pursing as he snapped his neck round to look at the older woman. “Excuse me, Margie. What was that?” “Sex Harry,” Margie replied calmly, taking a bite of her shortbread. “Quite a lot of sex if his dreamy expression is anything to go by. He kissed my hand this morning when he gave me my change.” “I’ll kill him.” “Don’t do that, I seem to remember a certain someone spinning me round like an ice dancer when he fell in love.” Margie raised her eyebrows at Harry, her lips dusted with crumbs as they snaked into a smug smile.  “Fine. You got me with that one. Are you still okay with looking after Clifford this weekend my love?” “Oh, for sure! Miss Flo and I can’t wait.” Margie sometimes brought her rough collie along to Canyon Moon for a pupcake and a run on the green. Flo and Clifford had become firm friends over the last few months, tails wagging and tongues lolling every time they saw each other. It had been a blessing, Louis and Margie banding together and taking it in turns to host play dates and outings for the two dogs. Now that Clifford was in the process of retiring, it would be great for him to have a weekend away from Louis where he could just be a dog and, if Louis knew Margie like he thought he did, getting spoiled rotten at every moment.  “You’re a star Margie!” Louis chimed in, his stomach swirling with excitement at the thought of the upcoming trip. “I’m always happy to return the favour, any time you need to sneak off with that secret boyfriend of yours for a dirty weekend.” Margie cackled, the sound cracking through the café and attracting surprised glances. “Chance would be a fine thing. The closest I get to a dirty weekend is staying on my sister’s farm. Still, I appreciate the offer boys.”  “Can’t wait for you to show me the sights of Donny.” Harry whispered in Louis’ ear seductively. “Starting with your teenage bedroom.” “Easy tiger.” Louis whispered back, giving Harry’s hair a gentle tug.  But the truth was, he couldn’t wait either. It had been a long time since he went home, and the trip felt bittersweet. He couldn’t wait to show Harry where he grew up, where he had his first kiss, where he had his first date with a boy, where he fell in love. He wanted to show him the Donny Dome, the field where he used to get drunk with his friends, his family home that was bursting at the seams but so full of love. He felt strong with Harry by his side; he would be kept safe and protected from the danger that could wait there for him. After Jack’s death, the Donny Boys had faltered, they had struggled to centre themselves with their leader gone and their main men in prison. They knew they had rats within the organisation, information that should have been taken to the grave was suddenly plastered across police reports and the recovery for them as a firm was rocky to say the least. Louis was the catalyst for all of this, his bravery in standing up for himself had caused shockwaves and they would always want revenge for their brothers who paid the price. And now, he was going back. Loud and proud with the love of his life on his arm.   ♥ “Just... brace yourself, alright? It’s going to be loud and it’s going to be overwhelming.” “Louis, they’re not feral animals. This is your family we’re talking about.” “Yeah, well don’t bet on it.” Louis unclipped his seatbelt and opened the car door. He breathed deep and filled his lungs, the air just tasted better in Doncaster. His heart fluttered with nerves when he realised that he was back where it all began, but when Harry came around the car and threaded their fingers together, it settled back into its normal rhythm. “Okay Lou?” Harry asked, his voice soft and low.  “Never better,” he smiled at his boyfriend, squeezing their hands together in reassurance. Although he wasn’t sure who needed it most. They walked up the gravel drive together, Harry’s eyes darting from side to side to take in every detail. The slightly wonky flower beds with a few too many weeds, discarded kid’s toys and a sun-faded plastic slide, his mum’s old banger and Lottie’s slightly newer Aygo behind it, complete with eyelashes on the headlights. Home. “You ready?” Louis paused with his fingers around the door handle, looking back at Harry over his shoulder. “Open the door already!” Harry laughed, bouncing on his heels in excitement. He couldn’t wait to meet everyone, the stories and photos not satisfying his need to know every little thing about the Tomlinson clan.  Louis shoved the door, leaning into it out of muscle memory, remembering that the wood always swelled and stuck in the frame when the weather was damp. Harry even found that attractive, he was so whipped. The tarnished brass knocker clanked against the plate as they almost fell through the door.  The first thing to hit Harry was the heat; the radiator by the door was blaring out, the smell of relatively fresh paint mingling with the fabric softener that steamed from wet washing hung on a radiator rack to dry. There were too many pairs of shoes to count; tiny Vans with scuffed soles and grass stains, Crocs with a variety of badges, clunky platform trainers with hot pink laces, slippers and flipflops, all in one big pile. The coat rack was heaving, an array of colours and fabrics all jostled together, bags hung precariously over the top and ready to fall with the brush of an arm.  The stairs were right there when you walked in, the hall walls and all the way up scattered with family photographs, children’s artwork and mementoes. Louis had mentioned that Jay was extremely sentimental about keepsakes, and he could see why. Watching this family grow bigger and the children growing up alongside Jay was mind-blowing. So many happy smiles, sticky fingers, sandy toes and tear-stained cheeks looked back at him, so much pride in something that Jay had created all for herself. He swallowed the lump in his throat, seeing a picture of Louis that couldn’t be more than five years old. He was reclining on the sofa, a Christmas hat askew on top of his head and all his siblings sitting in a row on top of him in age order, the youngest twins not yet born. All of them wearing matching Christmas jumpers and chunky socks, all of them sharing the same wide-mouthed smile. This Louis had had no idea what was in store for him or for his family, he’d been ripped away from inside himself, put into a little box in his own mind with no means of escape. Until now. Maybe this Christmas, the Tomlinson’s could have that brother back. The smiley one who loves cuddles and gives too many gifts. The silly one that gets drunk and sings Shania on karaoke and throws it down to Snoop Dogg. The sentimental one that tucks them into bed and kisses their noses.“You’re here!” Jay appeared in the kitchen doorway, directly in front of the boys. She was still wearing her nurse’s tunic, her feet bare at the end of her black trousers. She had a baby on each hip and a wet patch across her front from leaning against the sink to wash up seemingly never-ending dishes. Her neat bun was failing, wisps of hair falling across her face and neck and her make-up was smudged beneath her eyes. But still, she was radiant. “KIDS, ASSEMBLE! YOU’RE BROTHER’S HERE WITH HARRY!” Jay leaned out of the kitchen to holler up the stairs.  “Here we go,” Louis uttered under his breath.  Harry could hear a rumbling, a strange sort of vibration in his head. The rumbling turned to thundering as four sets of feet pelted down the stairs, along the hall and straight into their brother’s arms. There was a swirl of blonde and brunette, four high-pitched voices asking questions at an alarming rate, perfume rising in the air and mixing with the smell of cooking and scented candles.  “ALRIGHT MAN, TIME OUT! LET ME BREATHE! I’M GAY Y’KNOW, THIS IS A HATE CRIME!” Louis shouted from inside the scrum, his hair in disarray and his cheeks flushed. But good God, that smile. It was devastating. Harry fell more in love with him every minute even when he thought he couldn’t possibly get any deeper. Harry flicked his eyes to the toddlers on Jay’s hip. The little girl, Doris, was eyeing him up and down, her gaze stuck on his curls as they cascaded over his shoulders. Her pudgy little hand went out to touch and Harry leaned in to give her access. With one grab, she squealed and held both arms out for Harry to take her. He swung her onto his hip, blurting little raspberries on the end of her nose and making her giggle.  “Well, hello beautiful,” Harry whispered, loving the feel of tiny hands roaming over his face and squeezing his neck. “You’ve got curls, just like me. I think that makes us best friends.”  "Yup. My fend. Awww!" Doris snuggled into Harry, the smell of strawberries and crayons hitting him straight in his male ovaries, as he referred to them. He was so broody.Jay watched from across the room, her heart melting at the sight of her two boys with all her girls. She shugged Ernie higher on her hip and turned the heat down on the pans of vegetables that would eventually go with the roast beef from the oven and her homemade gravy and Yorkshire puddings. A real family meal with all her kids. And that included Harry now too, he was an honorary Tomlinson.   ♥  The evening had been a roaring success. Harry slotted straight in, no awkwardness or embarrassing moments involved. The older girls were obsessed with him; the mixture of dark and mysterious stranger, his affinity with their beauty products and clothes and the fact that he was the hero who’d revived their brothers spark for life made him untouchable. They had a track record of trying to outdo each other in who could make Louis’ past boyfriend’s the most uncomfortable, but this time they were doing the exact opposite. They had rallied round, bickering here and there about who would pass Harry the potatoes, who would clear his plate, who would get him another drink. Harry would try and argue his case, that he could get his own potatoes and that he “wasn’t even thirsty but thank you” but half the time they didn’t even hear him, too caught up in treating him like royalty. Louis was so proud; he had four beautiful young women on his hands and every one of them with the Tomlinson sass. His mother had raised them well.  They had all bundled up, heading out to the patio to sit around the fire pit and drink hot chocolates. Jay had turned on the floodlights and the twins were running round the garden, the bobbles on their hats bouncing in time to their steps. Around them, fireworks filled the skies and music travelled from various gardens along with the smell of barbequed food. The estate was alive with bonfire parties, the atmosphere seeming to close over every street like a dome of festivity.  “He’s a rare one Lou,” Lottie said before taking a sip of her wine. She was watching Harry chasing the twins, a too-small hat with ear flaps balanced on his head where Ernie had forced it down earlier. “He’s totally thrown himself into it. Genuinely as well, there’s no bullshit there.” “I know, right? It’s kind of sexy watching him with the kids.” Daisy and Phoebe were sitting on the swings, feigning disinterest and scrolling their socials. The smiles that twitched their cheeks and made their eyes sparkle told a different story. That and the fact that they chose to sit down there in the cold and not toasting themselves round the fire and trying to steal sips of wine. “The twins know he’s gay right? I’m sure I’ve just seen them putting more lip gloss on when his back was turned.” Louis, Jay and Lottie fell into peals of laughter, watching as the older twins preened when Harry turned his attention on them. He had a knack for knowing exactly when to divert his attention from one set of twins to the other, leaving no one out and spreading himself equally amongst them all.  “What am I missing out here? You can hear you three cackling in the front room,” Fizzy quipped, coming out from the kitchen with another bottle of wine and a pair of gloves for Jay.  “Just Phoebs and Daisy trying to turn the future Mr Tomlinson straight right under Louis’ nose.” Lottie held her hands out for the wine, topping her glass to the brim and offering it to Louis. "They're optimistic, you have to give them that."  "Good lord, was I that bold at fifteen?" Fizzy laughed when three pairs of eyes fell onto her disbelievingly. She had always been a handful who loved being the centre of attention. She was calming as she got older, but that naughty twinkle had never left. Out of all of his sisters, Fizzy was undoubtedly the one to watch."Oh Lottie, before I forget." Louis lifted his bottom off the chair and stuck his hand into his back pocket. "Here. Business card for you. It's Ed's new girlfriend, she's a make-up artist for the BBC. She said if you get in touch, she might be able to sort some work experience out for you. You can stay with me and Harry for a while if you want to. Or maybe stay in Harry's flat if he still has it, he's barely there anyway.""Shit, thank you! Oh my God this is huge!" Lottie jumped out of her seat and into her brother's lap. "You are the best! EEEEEEEEKKK! I need to go and call Lou, tell her the good news."Lottie ran into the house, closely followed by Fizzy. They were all so close, and even when they were fighting they wanted to be around each other all the time. They had grown up in such close quarters, the house back then half the size of this one now, that they didn't know how to function fully without each other. Even now they had their own space, more often than not they could be found in each other's bedrooms, talking about the same things they'd talked about 300 times before. It was pretty special.He let his mind wander back to Lottie talking about Harry. Future Mr Tomlinson had a nice ring to it, although Louis had always anticipated them double barrelling. Tomlinson-Styles? Styles-Tomlinson? Maybe a mash-up would be better, the Stylinsons?  “Penny for them Boobear?” Jay was smiling knowingly at Louis, the goofy look on his face a dead giveaway to who he was thinking about.  “Nothing major mum, I was just thinking about what I'm doing for Christmas.”  ♥ Both freshly showered and wrapped in the matching pyjamas Jay had shamelessly left on their bed, Harry and Louis slotted into the small double bed like puzzle pieces. It wasn’t even a question anymore that they would be spooning, their feet tangled together, and their hands clasped. Harry was in his little spoon era and Louis loved that his feet stopped somewhere around his muscular calves. “We must look nauseating,” he chuckled in Harry’s ear. “If only the lads could see us now!”  “I happen to look very fetching in blue and green tartan, I'll have you know.” Harry was already sleepy, his voice thick with weariness as he relaxed into the embrace.  “We look like a couple of fucking pixies or something.”  “Your mum told me when we were washing up that they came with nightcaps, but she didn’t think we’d want them.” “Is that a joke Harold?” Louis raised himself up and leaned over, trying to catch the tell-tale smile on Harry’s face. The boy couldn't lie to save his life, especially when he was trying to trick Louis.“Gods honest. She said they were like Santa hats. White furry pompoms on the end and everything.” “I’ll be having words, why would she think I wouldn’t want that? If I’m going to look a dick, then I’m going all out.” Harry rolled over so that he was facing Louis and tilted his chin downwards into a delicate kiss. There was no urgency or haste, it was a kiss of full stomachs, of too much wine and of being warm in bed. They could take their time; there would be a lie in in the morning, bacon sandwiches, a day of board games and movies with the rest of the Tomlinson’s. And the bonfire, the main reason for their visit. Louis had gone on and on about the local firework display; he’d never seen anything so magnificent; he’d never seen a fire so large, never seen a fairground with so many rides. Harry had a funny feeling that good old nostalgia was playing a part in that, but he couldn’t resist the look of utter joy that came over Louis and the way his eyes sparkled. It seemed like the only logical idea was to come and judge it for himself, meet the in-laws and get in the holiday spirit before their trip to Disneyland in a couple of weeks. He just wanted to see that smile all the time, he wanted to watch Louis bubble over with excitement until he made the cute little huffy noises when he breathed. He wanted to watch that reignited fire burn behind his eyes and he wanted to see his future in it.  “Louis? I want it.” Harry whispered against Louis’ lips, their foreheads pressed together, and eyes closed. “The hat? I mean I can go and ask my mum if you really can’t wait...” Louis pulled away and made to get out of bed, his face serious in his mission to give Harry everything he wanted.  “Get back into bed you clown!” Harry reached out and pulled him back by his wrist. “I love how determined you were though. That's my man, bringing me the goods.” “My baby wants a Wee Willie Winkie cap, then he’s getting a Wee Willie Winkie cap!” Louis launched himself at Harry and swung his leg over him until he sat on his hips in a straddle. He leaned over, pinning Harry's wrists to the bed above his head; he started manically pressing butterfly kisses all over his face complete with energetic lip smacking and ‘mwah’ noises. “I would do anything for love, and I’ll definitely do that!” 
  
    “LOUIS! STOP THAT GODAWFUL CATAWAULING!” Lottie screamed from the room next door.  
  

  
    "She's obviously not a Meatloaf fan," Louis deadpanned, a snort slipping out of his nostrils and breaking his straight face.
  

  
    They dissolved into fits of hysterical laughter, their bodies flopping together as they tried to smother their cackles in each other’s skin. Louis pulled the quilt over their heads, cocooning them under the duvet. The top few buttons of his pyjama shirt were open, his tattoos peeking out at Harry in the half light of their makeshift tent.
  

  
    “God almighty, I love you so fucking much!” Harry wrapped Louis in his arms and squeezed him tight. “I don’t care if your eyes are bulging, your ribs are cracking and there’s bubbles coming out of your arse. I need to squeeze all my love into you!” Without warning, he rolled and covered Louis’ body with his own.  
  

  
    “That was smooth Styles. Sexy even.” Louis’ hands knotted at Harry’s nape and pulled hard to drag him into another deep kiss. “So, if you don’t want the cap, what do you want, hmm?”  
  

  
    “This. All of it. And you.”  
  

  
    “You want matching pyjamas and a bed that we barely fit in? You reach for those stars, H!” 
  

  
    “No, you dick. I want the house. The wedding rings. The kids. The chaos. I want roast dinners with kids fighting over who gets the biggest Yorkshire. I want a chore chart with star stickers and pocket money penalties. I want a huge garden covered in toys and bald patches where we skidded playing football. I want a kitchen with steamy windows and too much wine in the fridge. I want a coat rack so full it’s hanging off the wall. I want to fall in bed exhausted every night with you warming it up for me. I want to wake up cursing the alarm clock because I have to do the school run. I want family life.” 
  

  
    “It’s yours baby. It’s all yours.” 
  

  
     
  

  
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    “Mum, look at Harry! His face is green!”  
  

  
    Harry staggered down from the waltzer, his knees knocking together and hands shaking. Trying to be the “cool big brother” was backfiring tonight. He had been dragged on every ride at least twice so that each of the girls got the chance to share a carriage with him. For someone who really didn’t do rides, it was impressive. The smell of the food wagons wafted under his nostrils, and he felt his stomach leap into his mouth. He couldn’t vomit on a fairground; he could not vomit on a fairground in front of his boyfriend’s siblings.  
  

  
    Louis held out a hand to Harry and led him to one side away from the pulsing crowds. He was definitely the adrenaline junkie of the two of them, dragging his younger sisters to the biggest rides and playing mind games to hike their nerves. His mum called it cruel; he called it character building. Maybe making Phoebe and Daisy cry in the queue for the G-force ride wasn’t his finest hour but with every scream that came out of their mouths, their smiles got a little bigger.
  

  
    “You okay H?” He held out a bottle of water, pulling it back quickly when Harry shook his head and closed his eyes.  
  

  
    “That guy was flirting with Lottie and...” Harry paused and fought back a violent retch. Louis leapt forward, panic in his eyes as he frantically looked around for something for Harry to puke into. “I’m good, I’m good. The carnival guy was flirting with Lottie, so he decided to stand behind our car the entire time just spinning and spinning it. I think I may have broken Fizzy’s fingers, you should check on her.” 
  

  
    Louis looked over to where his mum was looking at Fizzy’s hand, her laugh audible even over the fairground racket. “She’ll live. More than can be said for you.” 
  

  
    “I think I need to lay off the rides.” 
  

  
    “You mean you don’t want another go on the Twister?”  
  

  
    “Not in a month of fucking Sundays. I am officially retiring from my role as ride chaperone. My only job now is to win teddy bears for everyone at the game stalls.” Harry’s colour was slowly returning to his cheeks, and he lifted his hand to take the water bottle from Louis. “Shit, that was touch and go for a minute there, I really thought I was going throw up all over your shoes.” 
  

  
    "What about the Ferris wheel? Even you can handle that one." Louis continued to tease. 
  

  
    "Is that a joke?"
  

  
    It was the first ride they'd headed for when they arrived. Louis loved the bright lights, being high above everything and everyone and just taking it all in. Harry had never been on a Ferris wheel before, and he had romantic hopes for his first time. He'd been completely fine until they jolted to a start and he realised they were going backwards. That had been strike one. When the carriage started swinging, he had grabbed onto the bar and refused to let go, his knuckles white with the strength of his grip. Louis tried to keep him grounded but it was pointless. Harry sat bolt upright, his spine rigid. The final straw was when they stopped at the top, swaying in the breeze and with a long way to fall if anything went wrong. He had started to whimper, a sound like a scared puppy filtering out between his teeth. When his eyes clamped shut, all Louis could do was shuffle closer to his boyfriend and try not to laugh.
  

  
    Holding hands, they made their way back over to the rest of the family. Doris and Ernie were running round Jay’s legs, the straps of their backpack reins tangling her legs and making her teeter. They were a blur of pink and blue, the puddle suits that Harry had seen and just ‘had to have’ when they went into town earlier in the day crinkling with every step.  
  

  
    “Alright Harry love?” Jay asked. She found it so easy to mother him like one of her own. She stroked the hair away from his cold, clammy face, letting her open palm rest on his cheek.  
  

  
    “Absolutely Jay, right as rain. Let me take these little monsters away from you for a minute, give you chance to get a coffee.” Harry ran in the opposite direction to the twins, bent low and growling. He caught up with them and they ran into his open arms. “Come on monster cubs, we’re going to go and win the biggest teddy bear we can find!” 
  

  
    The twins whooped with joy, not entirely sure on why they were excited but happy to go along for the ride. Harry was their current favourite person and they looked at him like he had hung the moon.  
  

  
    “Harry Styles do not bring these children back to me with a goldfish! There are enough things in my house for me to keep alive!” She was expertly untangling her legs from the reins, holding onto Lottie’s arm for balance.  
  

  
    “Course not Jay!” Harry shouted over his shoulder as he walked towards the Hook A Duck stall, a twin clasped in each arm and their knees touching across his stomach. “I’ll bring them back with two! Quick babies, lets run!” He took off, long legs lolloping across the soft grass and the twins giggling incessantly, their chubby hands clasped around his neck.  
  

  
    “What a little shit,” Jay laughed, her face softening at the sight of her littlest littles enjoying quality time with their newest big brother. “You two are more alike than you realise Lou.” 
  

  
    “He’s different recently mum. He’s always been so much fun and more loving than anyone I have ever met but... since I decided to stay, he’s been so much more relaxed and... I suppose hyper is as good a word as any. It’s like he’s woken up from a huge sleep and he has this starving hunger for life and all the experiences he can get his big mitts on. It’s adorable!”  
  

  
    “I think we all have a little bit of that Boobear.” Jay bundled Louis under her arm and gestured for the girls to join them in a group hug. “Now, let's go and get a coffee before the terrible trio come back!”  
  

  
    “Mum, can we go on more rides?” Lottie asked, her eyes still tracking the handsome ride operator that had almost killed Harry with his car spinning expertise.  
  

  
    “Sure, let me get you some more money. We’ll meet you by the ghost train in thirty minutes, no later! We need to head over to the field for the fireworks.” Jay fiddled with the zip on her handbag, searching for her purse amongst the tissues, snacks, receipts and forgotten lip balms.  
  

  
    “Here, go on.” Louis held a £20 note out to Lottie and winked over Jay’s head. “Keep your phone on! And don't you dare come back pregnant.” Louis tilted his head towards the waltzer, letting her know he knew exactly what she was thinking about. He'd been exactly the same when he was her age and had seen the inside of a few caravans himself.
  

  
    "Louis, ew!" Lottie's cheeks flushed, giving her away completely.
  

  
    "Just go and enjoy yourselves and if you do that, I'll get us all a candy apple for when the fireworks start. MUSH! MUSH!" He waved his arms towards the rides, feigning disinterest in his siblings. 
  

  
    “You’re the best big brother ever!” They rushed him again in a group hug and Louis felt his insides turn to jelly. He loved being a brother, loved every single one of his siblings with the ferocity of a lion.  
  

  
    “Yeah, yeah. STICK TOGETHER!” he shouted after them as they ran across the field in a cloud of perfume and hormones.  
  

  
    “You spoil them, y’know?” 
  

  
    “Good, I want to.” 
  

  
     
  

  
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    Harry walked across the fairground towards the pop-up coffee bar where Louis sat with his mum. He loved to observe him from a distance, before he knew Harry was watching and he was totally at ease. His hair was getting so long, his fringe held back from his face with a black headband of Harry’s. His eyes sparkled when he spoke, his hands gesturing wildly to further make whatever point he was on. Jay was in rapture, listening carefully to every word, just like anyone that encountered the dynamo that was Louis Tomlinson. He commanded attention, not in a physical way, but in the secrets that peeked out from behind his smile, the personality that seeped out of every raised eyebrow, the sensuality in the roll of his hips when he walked. A shivering thrill shot down Harry’s spine; this man was his heart and he got to keep him forever. They would grow old together and Harry would love him more and more every single hour that passed. There was nothing to fear in forever once you found your soulmate.  
  

  
    “MAMA LOOK AT MY BEAR!” Doris charged towards Jay, stumbling slightly as her reins tightened against the sudden surge. “HARRY GOT ME BIG BEAR!”  
  

  
    Harry felt the beam of Louis’ smile before his eyes even registered it; the admiration palpable as he scooped his little brother onto his lap.  
  

  
    “HARRY GOT ME BEAR, NOT LOUIS.” Doris was almost drowning in excitement, her wellies tapping against the ground as she danced from foot to foot, waving a huge purple teddy in the air. It was the cheapest, tackiest thing Harry had ever seen, but the little girl had been adamant that she wanted that one and who was he to say no.  
  

  
    “Erm, thank you Dottie. I tried but those games are rigged!” Louis exclaimed; his ego still not fully healed from their first go around the carnival games. “Those hoops are not big enough to go over the pegs!”  
  

  
    “It’s okay baby, I managed to outsmart them,” Harry purred. He leaned over the back of Louis’ chair and ruffled Ernie’s hair. The little boy was the quieter of the two, content to snuggle into his big brother and suck his thumb, his own teddy snug under his arm and his fingers tracing the outline of its ear.  
  

  
    “Shut it you. Anyway, where’s my teddy?” 
  

  
    Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the tiny bear that he had kept from their trip to Brighton. He had been saving it for the perfect moment, carrying it around with him and waiting for the universe to give him an open.  
  

  
    “I’ve been keeping this little guy safe for you for a little while now.” 
  

  
    “Harry! The Brighton bear! I didn’t know you’d kept him,” Louis grabbed for the little toy, tucking it into the pocket of his denim jacket so that only its head poked out. “Thank you, you sap.” 
  

  
    “I wasn’t brave enough to give you it then. Today seemed the perfect opportunity.”  
  

  
    They shared a brief kiss while Jay cleared their table and thanked the owner for the drinks. All warmed through inside, they stepped off the wooden decking and headed over to the meeting place. Taking a twin each, they swung them up onto their shoulders and made their way to the ghost train. They were all chattering good-naturedly, having little races that made the twins scream in delight and dig their fingers into Harry and Louis' hair as they bounced around on their shoulders. The sky had finally cleared, midnight blue punctured with thousands of twinkling stars and a full moon so large it felt entirely possible to reach out and touch it.  
  

  
    Halfway across the grass, Louis slammed to a halt, his face instantly turning white and his knees bobbing underneath him. Harry was like lightening, pushing in front of Louis and propping his body up so Jay could get Ernie down from his shoulders.  
  

  
    “Jesus fuck, get Lottie. Get Lottie right fucking now,” Louis was panting, his hands clawing at his throat. He was looking over at the ghost train, his gaze fixed.
  

  
    Harry spun, his eyes searching wildly for the girls in the crowd of people. He spotted them about ten feet away. Phoebe, Daisy and Fizzy stood in a huddle holding hands, their expressions speaking volumes. They were looking around, not wanting to leave their oldest sister but desperate to find a familiar face who could help them. Lottie was slightly further away, her back against the side of the ghost train, a tall man leering over her with his hand on the wall. Her eyes were swimming with tears, her hands shaking at her sides.  
  

  
    “Harry...it’s one of the Donny boys.” Louis’ words turned Harry to ice. “I can’t... I can’t move...help her please... please Harry.”  
  

  
    “As soon as the other girls get to you, head for the exit. I will get Lottie and meet you in the carpark.” 
  

  
    “Harry no- I'm not leaving you and Lottie...” 
  

  
    “Jay, with all due respect, we need to keep everyone safe. Take your kids and go. I will not come out of here without Lottie safe and sound, alright?” He didn’t know what had happened to his voice; on the surface it was calm but underneath it the anger burned. He was livid, how dare these fuckers come for his family. How FUCKING dare they?! 
  

  
    He didn’t hesitate, storming across the grass towards the girls. Jay clutched onto her babies, frozen in place with fear. These were the people who had terrorised her family, tried to kill her son, followed her home from work. These were the people who had pushed disgusting things through their letter box, sent poison pen letters, tried to break their family apart. And Harry was mad. Raging mad. He reached the little huddle of younger girls first.  
  

  
    “Go now, your mum and Louis are there. Go and stand with them right now.” He gave them a gentle push, glancing over his shoulder until he saw them reach Jay. They fell into her, all of them crying and stuttering out apologies that they had let it happen.  
  

  
    As Harry drew closer, he knew that Lottie had seen him over the Donny Boy’s shoulder. She was pleading with her eyes, a single tear breaking free and tracking down her cheek. Harry knew she was paralysed, unable to push her way past the monster that leaned over her, breathing over her face and whispering supposed sweet nothings. His pace quickened again until he was almost sprinting the last few feet. 
  

  
    “Lottie? Time to go.” Harry planted his feet in the ground, his eyes firmly on the man’s back. There was a moment of surprise when he turned, then his gaze narrowed on Harry. 
  

  
    “Don’t think so pal, get your own.” He turned back to Lottie, assuming Harry would walk away. He was wrong.  
  

  
    “She’s not yours to own pal. I'm taking her home to her mother.” 
  

  
    “I’m sorry, but you must be mistaken. She’s coming home with me.” 
  

  
    “Over my dead body.” 
  

  
    “That can be arranged.” When he turned to square up, Lottie saw her moment and pushed past him, running to stand behind Harry in an instant. “What’s this sweetheart? Running away from me for this fucking nobody with greasy hair and a superiority complex?” 
  

  
    “I want to go home Harry,” Lottie whispered from behind him, her fingers curling into his coat.  
  

  
    “We’re going Lotts. We’re going.” 
  

  
    The Donny Boy was incensed, his face almost purple with rage. He reached behind Harry, grabbing Lottie hard around the top of her arm and dragging her towards him. She screeched in pain as his thick fingers dug into her flesh and reached out desperately for Harry with her other hand, her fingers glancing over his sleeve but not quickly enough to grab on.
  

  
    “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER!” Harry was drawing a crowd, faceless bodies surrounding them at a safe distance, not one of them brave enough to step in. Even fairground security was keeping their distance, speaking inaudibly into walkie talkies but doing absolutely nothing. Everyone knew the Donny Boys and no one wanted to get involved in their business. They would rather stand around, watching the drama unfold, filming on their phones in case something happened that would make them go viral on social media. Harry would never understand it. 
  

  
    “Or what dickhead? You don’t know who you’re messing with son, I promise you that.” Marcus smirked at Harry, jerking his neck from side to side with an audible crack. 
  

  
    “I know exactly who I’m messing with, and I’m not scared of you. I’m messing with the sort of guy who wants to force a girl to go home with him, even when she’s shaking and crying. I’m messing with the sort of guy who needs to use his gang status to throw his weight around. I’m messing with the sort of guy who feels powerful when he threatens someone vulnerable. I’m messing with someone who’s only happiness comes from fucking with other people’s lives. I’m messing with a sad, lonely little coward who couldn't catch a break in life and decided to make it everyone else’s problem. How's that...Donny Boy?” 
  

  
    Adrenaline was coursing through Harry, his heart struggling to keep a rhythm and his mouth dry and sticky. He was terrified, but not for himself. He was terrified for the Tomlinson’s, for their lives that would forever be on the edge waiting for these bastards to rear their ugly heads time and time again. For Louis, who was just finding the spring in his step again and who wanted to live. Even if it was the last thing he ever did, even if his life was taken from him right here on a fairground field with the smell of candyfloss in the air, he would use his last breath to fight for Louis. He would not let everything he had gone through to get to this point be wasted. He deserved happiness and Harry would make sure he got it.  
  

  
    Quick as lightening, his collar was between the meaty fists of the Donny Boy, their faces so close that he could smell the whiskey on his breath. Insanity raged behind his bloodshot eyes; the pupils so dilated that Harry couldn’t tell what colour they had ever been.  
  

  
    “You think her pussy is worth dying for, little boy? I know for a fact that half of Doncaster have had a ride on that one.” Spit sprayed over Harry's face, nausea roiling in his stomach.
  

  
    “You’re a piece of fucking shit,” Harry growled, knowing he was being goaded but unable to control his emotions. He grabbed onto the Donny Boy’s lapels, locking them into a macabre shuffle, their foreheads almost touching as they circled each other with bared teeth. He had never been a fighter, but something had been knocked loose inside of him and he wanted blood, wanted to feel this guy's nose crack under his fist, wanted to see him rolling on the floor in pain. 
  

  
    “Harry, leave it, let's go,” Lottie shouted from somewhere behind him, her voice thick with fear.  
  

  
    “OI! PRICK!” From Harry’s left, a familiar voice shattered the tension. “GET YOUR DIRTY MEAT HOOKS OFF MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND!” 
  

  
    Louis. He was here, why was he here?! He was meant to be safe in the carpark with the Jay and the rest of his siblings. Harry’s bowels turned to water with utter terror, his stomach cramping angrily.  
  

  
    “Louis, go back to the car, please.” 
  

  
    “No. I’m not running away anymore. Remember me, Marcus?” He stood to one side, the tremble in his limbs barely visible and his chin set stubbornly. He glared at the bigger man, gushes of angry air streaming from his nostrils, his breath visible in the cold night air. He looked like a bull, ready to charge at a moment's notice. 
  

  
    “Oh, this fucking faggot. I should have known that she was one of yours." He jerked his thumb towards Lottie, blowing her a sarcastic kiss and revelling in the terror on her face. "Your mum has had more cock ends than weekends, kids all over the place.” Marcus really thought he’d done something, that he was getting the upper hand with Louis by going after his family. And although Harry knew it would be ripping him apart to hear his mum and sisters being disrespected, he also knew that Marcus was only egging him on to stand up for himself.  
  

  
    “Is that all you’ve got; ‘your mama’ jokes and homophobia? How pathetic. Don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but I was in a relationship with your boss. So, whatever I am, I’m certainly not the only one.” 
  

  
    “I thought we made it clear that if you ever stepped foot back in Donny, that we’d rip your head off and shit in the hole. You must have a death wish Tomlinson.” Marcus was rattled, unsure why his scare tactics weren’t working. He wasn’t used to anyone standing up to him or challenging his authority. He was used to begging and pleasing for mercy. He was puffing out his chest, trying to make himself look intimidating. Seeing him next to Louis, the latter much more petite but a total tower of strength, was incredible.  
  

  
    “Any ties I had with the Donny Boys was dead and buried with Jack, Marcus. You should be more concerned about whoever it is on the inside that gave the coppers all that dirt. They knew where to look and whether you believe me or don't, none of it came from me. Jack told me nothing. Nil. Nada. I didn’t want to know ANYTHING about this filthy little empire he had going on. You want to take something out of me for it still, then go ahead. I’m right here. I’m so fucking tired of running and hiding, so just get on with it. But you leave Harry and my family out of it. It is not their fight.” Louis opened his arms and took a step closer to Marcus, inviting him to take his best shot.  
  

  
    Harry couldn’t move; totally awed by Louis and the strength that he had in this moment; he held his breath and waited for Marcus to make a move. Lottie slid under his arm, burying her face into his shoulder and sobbing quietly. He hugged her tightly, his hand on the back of her head to make sure she didn't watch anything that might be about to happen.
  

  
    “Stop him Harry, make him stop,” she begged, terrified of losing her brother once and for all.  
  

  
    “I can’t Lottie, I just can’t.” Harry knew he had to let Louis do this, that he couldn’t fight this battle for him. He needed to do this for himself, to test his limits and show his enemy, the demon who had haunted him for so long, that he wouldn’t be bullied anymore.  
  

  
    “Come on Marcus, I’m giving you an opportunity here. I’m sure you would all love my head mounted on the fucking office wall.” Louis continued moving forward.  
  

  
    “You really are insane Louis. You know what I could have done to you.” The crowd around them was silent, the walkie talkies buzzing with static from the belts of the security guards the only noise.  In the distance, the rides still whooshed, screams teaming from them and drowning out the music. It was insane to Harry that a short distance away everything could still be so lively, like this corner was stuck in some sort of time slip. 
  

  
    “You can’t do a single thing to me that hasn’t already been done. Your boss brutalised me in every way possible. Physically, mentally, emotionally, se... sexually.” Louis’ voice waivered on the last word, but he didn’t stop, sharing his truth with everyone around him. “He beat me beyond recognition and I nearly lost my legs. Posted shit through my letterbox. Put roadkill on my mum’s car. Went to my little sisters’ school. He made my life a living hell. Death always seemed a lot easier than living with all that especially when I can see it all on my body for the rest of my life. I’m a patchwork fucking quilt Marcus. I ache like an old arthritic man. And by God have I paid for ever getting involved with that scumbag. I’ve paid for it every day for the last three fucking years. Now I’m happy. Now I have him.” He gestured to Harry, still clutching Lottie on the side lines. “And you will never take that away, regardless of what you do to me.”  
  

  
    Harry’s body ached from holding himself so tense. The cold was starting to seep through his bones, the shiver embedded deep below the surface. Inside of him, his organs sloshed, and his muscles vibrated. Fight or flight had well and truly kicked in, he was ready to jump in front of Louis if he needed to. But right now, he had to stand back, no matter how hard it was to keep still. In the distance he could hear the low wail of police sirens and knowing that they would be at the entrance with Jay and the kids soothed his soul slightly. They would be safe. Hopefully all of them would be safe and on their way home as a family.  
  

  
    Marcus turned his head in the direction of the exit, the blue lights visible now coming over the hill. His fists clenched, and he made as if to close the gap between him and Louis. Something changed his mind, and he rocked back on his heels, a hissed sigh escaping him.  
  

  
    “Me and you, we’re done. You hear me? I used to like you Louis, you were good for Jack, made him happy. But what you did, I can’t forgive that. He’s dead, and that’s on you. I figure you living with being a killer, as well as everything else, is enough for me. For now.” 
  

  
    He turned and ran, weaving between stalls and heading for the woods that surrounded them. Like a rat fleeing a sinking ship, he made a bid for freedom, hoping to avoid the police by lurking in the shadows for the next few hours.  
  

  
    Louis dropped to his hands and knees in the grass, his body convulsing with tremors. Lottie was the first to reach him, throwing herself down beside him and bundling him in her arms. They cried together, wiping tears from each other’s cheeks and throwing their arms around each other over and over again. Harry stood by them, looking down at them, his own cheeks wet. When Louis opened his eyes, Harry held out a hand.  
  

  
    “Come on Lou, on your feet. You don’t belong down there.” He pulled him up, crushing their bodies together and wrapping his coat around both of them. “You’re insane. Insane and so fucking brave. I’m so proud of you baby, so proud.” He covered Louis’ face in quick kisses, breathing in the scent of coffee and tasting the salty popcorn on his lips. “I was so scared. But you did it and I’m so proud.”  
  

  
    “I’m free Harry. I’m really free.” Louis’ eyes widened, the gravity of the situation slamming into him like a lorry. “WHAT DID I JUST DO?! AM I MENTALLY DEFICIENT?” Adrenaline turned to shock for Louis, the realisation that he had just offered a Donny Boy out for a fight slowly sinking in. “God he could have killed me. He’ll have been carrying, they always are no matter where they go. What if he’d got you or Lotts? I’m an idiot, a total idiot.” 
  

  
    “Hey, none of that love. You are the bravest, brightest, strongest star in my sky. You are a warrior, and what you just did... wow. You’re amazing. And I’m going to remind you of that every single day.” 
  

  
    They pulled Lottie into their embrace, taking a moment to just hold each other and process the last 10 minutes. It felt like hours had gone by, an exhaustion covering them all in a starry haze. The crowd was dispersing, families making their way to the field to get in place for the fireworks and the burning of the guy. This would be the talk of the town for the next few weeks, the rumour mill spinning and twisting it until the original story could barely be found in amongst the lies.
  

  
    The trio turned and walked towards the exit, all three of them fighting through the surge against them, arms thrown around each other’s waists. There was a different charge in the air tonight, the promise of better things coming. There would need to be conversations between them, with the police, with therapists and family members. But for now, they just wanted to be together. All of them safe and sound under one roof, full of faith in the future.
  

  
  

    
      
        
        
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