#louis 1d

[babyflorencee]

Feeling Diva

Louis Tomlinson x fem!Reader

The dim light of the afternoon slanted through the blinds, casting golden stripes on the couch where Louis lay curled up, he was a tragic sight, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie two sizes too big. His hair stuck up at odd angles, and his nose was a faint shade of pink from all the tissues he’d gone through. Next to him, a box of tissues teetered precariously on the armrest, and an empty mug of tea sat abandoned on the coffee table.

Y/n emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of steaming soup, her hair pulled into a messy bun and her sweater slipping off one shoulder.

“Before you say anything,” Louis drawled from his fortress of pillows, his voice raspy but still sharp, while one of his hands draped over his forehead. “Just know I’m feeling diva today.”

Y/n stopped mid-step, her brow arching in curiosity. “You’re always a diva Lou” she asked, fighting a smirk.

He turned his head slowly, deliberately, to fix her with a look so sharp it could’ve sliced through steel. “Excuse me?” His voice dripped with disbelief, thick with the indignation only he could muster. “I am not always a diva. I am a man of refinement. There’s a difference.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as she crossed the room, placing the bowl gently on the coffee table, before disappearing back into the kitchen. “Oh, of course, my bad. How could I forget?” She called out, voice slightly echoey, “Man of refinement. Got it.”

Louis sniffed, sitting up just enough to prop himself on one elbow, his other hand clutching the blanket to his chest, calling out to her. “Don’t patronize me, Y/n. I’m fragile right now. My fragility demands respect.”

Y/n came back into the room, stifling a laugh as she held out a cup of tea. “Whatever you say Lou. Now Drink this before it gets cold.”

He eyed the mug suspiciously, then looked back at her with the kind of skepticism that was usually reserved for used car salesmen. “What’s in it?”

“Tea. Honey. Lemon. Love and affection,” she said with a smile.

He squinted his eyes at her. “Hm, I don’t know if I trust the ‘love and affection’ part. Sounds toxic.”

“Lou.”

“Fine,” he said, sighing as though she were asking too much of him. He took the mug with a dramatic flair, pinky out, and sipped. “Too much lemon.”

“No, it’s perfect,” she said, stealing the mug back and setting it down.

“Well I disagree,” he muttered, sinking back into the couch.

Y/n rolled her eyes, pointing to the bowl on the table in front of him. “Well eat this before your attitude gives me a headache too.”

He stared at the soup as if it had personally offended him. “I can’t. I’m weak. My arms feel like noodles. Limp noodles, Y/n.”

She bit back a laugh, picking up the bowl. “I can feed it to you, if that’s what you’re angling for.”

Louis' eyes widened, and he leaned back, clutching the blankets back to his chest. “Oh, no. We’re not at that stage of desperation just yet.”

Y/n smirked. “But you just said—”

“Forget what I said. I’m a mystery. An enigma. Stop trying to solve me.”

She set the soup down with a sigh, leaning back against the couch. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you,” he said, turning to her with a weak but pointed look, “are underappreciative of my brilliance.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Your brilliance?”

“Yes, my brilliance. It’s hard being this charming all while sick. You should be thanking me for gracing you with my presence in such a vulnerable state.”

Y/n leaned in, brushing a hand against his messy hair. “You’re right. I don’t deserve you.”

Louis closed his eyes and sighed, tilting his head into her touch. “Finally. Some recognition around here.”

Y/n let out a sigh before pointing to the bowl of soup. “Eat.” 

Louis let out an exaggerated groan, leaning forward as if the mere act of moving was an unbearable burden. With a dramatic groan, he grabbed the bowl of soup, sighing as though the effort had physically wounded him, and began to stir the contents lazily with his spoon. “What even is this supposed to be? It looks like you’re trying to finish me off for good.”

Y/n crossed her arms, staring him down. “You’re lucky I didn’t just bring you a can of chicken noodle and call it a day.”

He gasped, clutching his chest like she’d just stabbed him. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I might,” she teased, nudging his legs with hers.

“You’re a monster,” he muttered, eyeing the soup with a disgusted look. “Is this even seasoned properly?”

“You’re welcome to get up and cook your own soup,” she shot back.

“Babe, please.” He held up a hand as if to stop her. “I’m ailing. On the brink of death. You wouldn’t ask a dying man to fend for himself, now would you?”

She reached for the spoon, scooping some broth and holding it out. “Eat. Or I swear I’ll let you wither away just to get some peace and quiet.”

Louis pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing. “Well that’s just rude.”

Y/n groaned, shoving the spoon closer to his mouth. “Just. Eat. The. Damn. Soup.”

He sighed dramatically, accepting the spoon but glaring at her as he swallowed the bite. Immediately, his face twisted in over-the-top disgust. “Too much pepper,” he declared, shaking his head like a disappointed food critic.

“I didn't even put pepper in this. You're insufferable,” she muttered, putting the spoon back in the bowl.

“And yet,” he said, placing the bowl back on the table before reclining further into the pillows, “you love me.”

“Do I, though?” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Louis' mouth dropped open in mock offense. “Y/n, if you don’t love me at my worst then you don’t deserve me in my prime.”

“Oh, please,” she said, laughing despite herself. “You don’t have a ‘prime.’”

He tilted his head, his lips curling into a sly smile. “You didn’t seem to think that last week when I wore that tight black shirt that you like.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away. “Don’t start.”

“Too late,” he said, his grin widening. “I saw that blush. You’re so predictable.”

Y/n shoved a pillow at his face. “Shut up and eat your soup.”

Louis batted the pillow away, laughing weakly before groaning and clutching his head. “Ugh. You’re giving me a migraine now.”

“Love, you’ve had a headache all day,” she pointed out, her voice softening.

“Well, now it’s even worse,” he said, throwing her a pitiful look. “Congratulations babe. You broke me.”

She sighed, reaching out to brush his messy hair out of his eyes. “I didn’t mean to. Do you want another cold compress?”

Louis blinked up at her, his expression suspicious. “What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch, Lou. I just want you to feel better.”

He squinted at her, leaning back slightly. “Hm. This feels like a trap.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, standing up to fetch the compress.

“I saw that,” Louis called after her.

“Saw what?”

“The eye roll. So disrespectful.” He said, with a shake of his head, before flipping her off, although she couldn't see it.

When she returned with the cold compress, she carefully placed it on his forehead. Louis winced dramatically, flinging his arm over his eyes. “It's too cold!”

“It’s supposed to be cold.”

“Well, it’s doing its job a little too well.” He gave her another sharp glare.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re such a diva.”

He turned his head just enough to fix her with a glare. “If by ‘diva,’ you mean ‘icon,’ then yes, I am.” He said, with a proud smile.

Y/n leaned in close, her lips quirking into a smile. “You know, for someone who claims to be on the brink of death, you’re awfully energetic.”

Louis huffed, flipping her off again, but holding it up a little longer than before. “For someone who loves me, you’re awfully annoying.”

She rolled her eyes again, this time deliberately. “Lucky for you, I don’t mind annoying you.”

“Lucky for you, I’m too sick to retaliate properly,” he muttered, closing his eyes.

“Go to sleep, Lou,” Y/n said, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

His eyes popped open, and he smirked. “Fine. But if I wake up cranky, just know that it will be all your fault.”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Go to sleep, you diva.”

He stuck his tongue out at her—a small, childish act of rebellion that made her roll her eyes so hard she was sure they’d get stuck. But instead of snapping back, Y/n just sat beside him, arms crossed, daring him to make the next move.

“Don’t sit there and judge me,” Louis said, his voice muffled as he sank deeper into the nest of blankets. “I’m not judging,” she said, though her grin betrayed her.

“Oh, you absolutely are,” he replied, popping his head out to glare at her. “I can feel it in the air. The judgment. The disgust.” 

Y/n crossed her arms, her grin widening. “You’re so dramatic.”

Louis' eyes narrowed. He sniffled loudly for effect, making it sound like the universe itself had wronged him. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I supposed to be gracious right now? Because my ‘unsupportive girlfriend’”—he made air quotes with exaggerated disdain—“is out here bullying me in my time of need.”

She laughed, sitting down on the coffee table across from him. “I’m not bullying you, Babe. I’m literally just trying to take care of you.”

He sighed deeply, like a tragic hero staring down the cruelty of fate. “Taking care of me? By mocking me? By rolling your eyes like I’m some kind of burden?” His hand shot up again from the depths of his blanket cocoon, middle finger raised.

Y/n swatted his hand lightly, still laughing. “I’m just trying to help you, you big baby.”

“Baby?” he echoed, gasping like she’d just slapped him. “Wow. I pour my heart out, and I get called a baby. Do you even love me anymore?”

Y/n leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “I'm not so sure right now.”

Louis threw the blankets off his chest, sitting up abruptly with a gasp of betrayal. “You did not just say that.” His expression shifted into a look so exaggeratedly wounded that Y/n had to bite her lip to keep from laughing again. “I have been out here, dying, and you—you—have the audacity to question your love for me?”

He flipped her off again, both hands this time, his fingers wobbling slightly like even they were tired of his nonsense.

“You’re ridiculous,” she said through giggles, reaching to tuck him back into the blankets.

“And you’re mean,” he shot back, letting her fuss over him but glaring daggers the entire time. “But fine. If you’re going to be cruel, I’ll just... suffer in silence.”

“Finally,” Y/n muttered, smirking as she adjusted the blanket over his chest.

“Oh, don’t finally me!” Louis barked, trying to sit up again, but she pushed him back down with ease. “This is abuse. This is oppression. I will not be silenced.”

She kissed the top of his head to silence him, and for a moment, he went still. Then, his lips curled into the faintest pout. “You think that’s going to fix it?”

“Fix what?” she asked, sitting back down.

“My broken heart,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But sure, just kiss me like that solves everything. So lazy you are.”

Y/n groaned, leaning back. “Louis, if I wasn’t madly in love with you, I’d have left you hours ago.”

“And yet, here you are,” he quipped, smirking through his raspy voice. “I must be pretty incredible for you to put up with all this.”

“‘Incredible’ isn’t the word I’d use,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Oh, I know what word you’d use.” He pulled the blanket up to his chin, narrowing his eyes. “Diva.”

Y/n grinned. “If the crown fits...”

Louis raised a hand, flipped her off again—this time with such deliberate slowness it felt almost ceremonial.

“You know what? I’m done. You’re done. We’re all done. I can’t even look at you right now,” he muttered, pulling the blanket over his head.  “You’ve hurt me too much.”

Y/n shook her head, pulling the blanket back slightly to peek at him. “So dramatic.”

“And yet, you’re still here,” he replied, although it came out slightly muffled. “Which, frankly, says a lot about you.”

She sat there, watching as he huffed and wiggled to get comfortable, his grumbles growing quieter with each passing moment.

“Goodnight, my little diva,” she said softly, taking the blanket fully off of his head before leaning down to kiss his temple one last time, before brushing a hand against his messy hair.

“Yeah whatever. Goodnight,” he mumbled back.

She laughed softly, her fingers lingering for a moment before pulling back. “You’re lucky I love you.”

His eyes opened, just a sliver, and his lips curved into a small, tired smile. “I know,” he said, before pulling the blanket back over his head, finally being quiet.

[onedirection4eversstuff]

Lilo always break my heart. We miss you Liam ❤️

.

[theydopissmeoffavocados]

[daisyblog]

Then There Were Four

Young Love Masterlist Summary: YN and Louis find out they’re expecting baby number two.

warning: positive pregnancy test, pregnancy

Since having Mia, both Louis and YN knew that they wanted more children. But with Louis’ work life with the band growing bigger and bigger each year and the tours getting larger and larger, they knew it wasn’t the right time. But now Mia was five, they agreed that they weren’t going to necessarily try, but they weren’t going to prevent it either. They were going to let things happen when they did.

With the band on a little break until their Europe leg of the tour began, Louis, YN and Mia were enjoying much needed family time. They were visiting Doncaster, somewhere they both loved to head back to when needing a tad of privacy and relaxation.

Mia was playing in Jay’s garden with Louis and his sisters as Jay and YN sat by the dining table watching them through the large patio doors.

“Louis said you’ve been feeling tired lately and not yourself?”. Jay asked gently, aware that she didn’t want to seem like she was being pushy. “Are you alright darling?”.

YN placed her mug of tea down on the table. “Yeah…I’ve just had a few dizzy spells and I could just sleep all the time”. YN explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “It’s probably just from the travelling and the last nights and early mornings”.

“Hmm…maybe”. Jay brought her mug up to her mouth to take a sip of her tea.

YN eyed Jay at her response. “Do you think it could be something else?”.

“I mean they are symptoms of pregnancy…and I’m no expert but I’ve had this feeling the last few days that you are”. YN couldn’t help but wonder if Louis’ mum was right. Was she pregnant? “If you want to do a test…there’s some up in my bathroom…go help yourself darling”.

After a little hesitation and wondering what she should do, and Jay practically telling her to go and do one, she found herself locked behind the bathroom door, counting down the minutes until the test would be complete. She paced back and forth between the four walls, hoping that time would go quicker. Before turning the test over, she took a deep breath.

Pregnant.

YN stood still as she read the word over and over again. She thought back to the time she found out she was pregnant with Mia. She was terrified at what life was ahead of her and Louis. But this time, she felt even luckier. They had come so far and now their family was growing.

She needed to tell Louis, but in a house full of people that wasn’t going to be easy. So she quickly typed out a message to him telling him to come to the bathroom, quickly.

When Jay saw Louis pull out his phone and scan the screen quickly before excusing himself from the game of tag they were all playing, she knew she was right and she was about to have another grandchild.

“I’m lucky”. Jay spoke as Louis walked passed her, on his way to find YN.

“What do you mean?”. Louis couldn’t help but wonder what she meant.

“You’re about to find my love”. Was all she said.

YN patiently waited for Louis to find her. She heard his footsteps on the stairs and she couldn’t hide her smile any longer. Once Louis opened the door, he was taken back by the happiness that surrounded them.

“Is everythin’ alright love?”. He reached for her hips to hold her closer.

YN nodded her head, the large grin still sitting proud on her face. With Louis’ arms still holding her close, she held the test in front of them both.

“I’m pregnant!”.

Louis was speechless, his mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words. “We’re havin’ a baby?”.

“We’re having a baby!”. YN wrapped her arms around Louis, both mirroring each other smiles. Louis dipped his head and his lips found YN’s and they moved together.

“I fookin’ love you”.

“I love you”.

Taglist:

@ell0ra-br3kk3r @slaymybreathaway @wh0s-nadii @peterholland04 @lillisummers

[cinnamonlouisgff]

need him so ducking bad

[lulu-christiangirlygirl]

[overwhitesandpinkss]

smiley harry 😁

[hubbleming]

One Direction in Blue

[alondrag06]

Pencil drawing ✍️

[that-1d-blogger]

I don't wanna write this post, I never want to. I don't wanna talk about how great Liam was, or about the songs he wrote.

Because I don't wanna exist in or believe that there is a world where Liam Payne doesn't exist in present tense.

From assuming that this was gonna be some ordinary boyband, to them becoming the reason my tears turn to my smile, I grew up. Everyone always said that I'd "grow out of this boyband phase" and yet 11 years later, I still get excited when any song comes on the radio, or my shuffle list, or when I hear a very beloved high note in a song.

Hell, I squeal like a child whenever I see glimpses of them at some event , or glimpses of them just living their normal life and doing the most mundane thing.

It doesn't feel real, I saw the news as soon as I woke up, and the next few hours were me wishing that this is a fake article, that it's one of those sick nightmares and I'll wake up to reality, that he's just in critical condition or coma , that he's not dead, that he's not GONE, not like THIS, not NOW. This wasn't meant to happen until I'm in my 60's.

What I always loved about Liam was, how gentle AND strong he was. He stood up for things that were right and was fierce enough to start a fight if he needed to protect himself or his loved ones. He was fierce, yes , but the way that boy loved , oh lord, like he's known you for decades to love and care about you that way, his eyes, I always loved how his eyes crinkled when he smiled big (like in the picture). There are very few people who have both of these.

And I always hated how they slowly started losing that spark in the last few years.

Everyone blamed him for every miniscule thing. First it was about "not being as attractive as the other boys, having basic dark features."

Then about that stupid Logan Paul episode. Everyone knows how influencers and media love to twist things and statements to get clicks and views, Logan Paul being notorious for this. Especially when he was clearly intoxicated. Then people started forgetting about him, and whenever he did show up , he was always targeted

1. Harry dances at Niall's concert, it's cute and supportive, Liam does the same and suddenly he's an attention seeker.

2. When some other member is drunk at an public event, "it's so adorable, he's so piss drunk lollll,". When liam looks intoxicated, "ugh the drug addict is back at it again".

3. He supported Zayn and commented on his post asking him to dm. He got dubbed as a 'desperate fangirl'

or stealing Lou's spotlight at his film premiere when all he did was SHOW UP. and then there were thousands of posts about how everyone hates the jaw fat removal treatment he did.

There were a lot of people like us who loved and supported Liam, yes, but I can't help but think he always got the short end of the stick. Every. Single. Time.

And I in no way will ever blame Maya Henry for his death. Or say that she is wrong for speaking up about her experience with Liam . She has the right to express herself and what she went through. We didn't know Liam personally and we'll never know for sure if these allegations were true.

But I will hate her for dishing out some secrets that were supposed to be just between the boys, just to get views and validation. And that sent another wave of haters to Liam.

I wish he got the help, even in his last moments, when he literally CONVULSED and collapsed in the lobby , clearly intoxicated with drugs, they forced him to go to his room alone , high as fuck, with an open balcony.

I wish the world gave him half the love he gave out to others.

He saved a million lives , but million lives couldn't save one.

Liam, I really wish you did stay exactly where you were, you are perfect.

Mainblog

[369swift]

louaylor layouts

like or reblog if u save please

louis and taylor

[alizistired]

Girls don't want boyfriend, what the girls want is the old One Direction merch

[onedirection4eversstuff]

1d the love of our lives ❤️‍🩹

.

.

[theydopissmeoffavocados]

why can't billionaires do something useful like bringing one direction back together

[daisyblog]

Behave Yourself

Young Love Masterlist Summary: Louis and YN find out Mia has been on dates ft Uncle Harry.

based on this request.

(Mia - 13, Tommy - 13, Noah - 8)

YN had noticed for a few weeks that Mia had been glued to her phone. At first she thought it may have been because she’s at that age where teenagers are attached to their devices, scrolling through endless amounts of TikTok’s.

But the way Mia typed fast and smiled childishly at her screen, and the little giggles that followed told YN that her not so little girl had a crush. As much as YN wanted Mia to remain her little baby girl, she knew she was growing up quickly and the day that someone else stole her heart was closer than she thought. But she knew Louis wouldn’t be so keen on the thought of Mia dating.

With Louis touring, YN decided to let Mia enjoy her small romance and what Louis didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

But a few weeks had gone by and it was noticeably obvious that Mia was going on a few dates. She would come downstairs dressed to impress, makeup and hair done to perfection. She would tell her mum she was going out with friends but YN was a teenage once too, she knew all the tricks.

But the week leading up to YN, Mia and Noah going to see Harry’s LOT show at Wembley, she was surprised when she received a phone-call from Harry.

Quickly pressing the green button her phone to accept the call, she placed it next to her ear. “Hi darling! You alright?”.

“Hey YN! Sorry to bother you love…just wanted to check something”. Harry’s voice came through the phone, YN continued to stir the pan of pasta that sat on the hob. “Are you coming to the show on Saturday?”.

YN frowned slightly, confused as why Harry thought the plans had changed. “Yeah…it’ll just be me, Mia and Noah…Lou’s on tour”.

“It’s just Mia text me asking if she could have another ticket”. Harry explained, before continuing. “Which is fine, I’m assuming she wants a friend to come”.

“Oh she’s cheeky!”. YN let out a giggle, knowing how bold Mia was. “I’m sorry H…I didn’t know she asked you or was even wanting to bring someone”.

Harry’s smile could be heard through the phone. “Teenager ey?”.

“She’s keeping me on my toes that’s for sure…thirteen going on thirty”. YN couldn’t deny that Louis had stamped their daughter well, with his infectious and carefree personality.

“Can’t believe she’s a teenager already!”. The disbelief was strong in Harry’s sentence, he always saw Mia as that little baby he first met. “How little Noah? Can’t wait to see them both!”,

YN always loved how much the four boys loved Mia and Noah, despite not seeing Noah as much as they did Mia at his age, they still all made the effort to be apart of their lives.

“He’s good…loves football at the moment, in fact he’s kicking the ball around the garden as we speak”. YN glanced to the open door where Noah passed by kicking the ball with his boot covered feet.

“Oh that’s my boy!”. There was a sound of movement and muffled voices. “M’sorry love but I’ve got to to go…I’ll see you on Saturday though”.

“No worries my darling…see you soon H!”.

It was around 9pm, YN was enjoying five minutes to herself as Noah was asleep for the night. The tv playing in the background when Mia walked into the room.

“Hi Moo’s!”. Mia playfully rolled her eyes at the use of her mother’s nickname for her, but continued to sit next to her. “Have you spoken to Dad?”.

“Yeah…I miss him so much Mum!”. Mia had never coped with Louis going away on tour. YN could see the sadness on her face and as a mother it hurt her that she couldn’t do anything but be there.

YN moved her body so she was now fully facing her eldest child. “I know you do love…but we have a fun weekend planned don’t we?”. Mia nodded her head slightly, knowing her Mum was trying to cheer her up. “Uncle Harry actually phoned me earlier this afternoon”.

Mia tried to hide her nerves, knowing she had texted him to ask for another ticket. Her fingers were fidgeting with the bracelet that laid neatly on her wrist.

“Who’s the lucky friend?”. When Mia couldn’t look at YN, she continued. “Mi…if you think I wasn’t sneaking out at the weekends to meet up with a boy when I was around your age…then you’re very wrong”. YN gave Mia a wicked smile as she looked at her mother with curiosity.

“Who said anything about a boy?”. Mia bit back, a sassy grin wide on her face. YN raised her eyebrows in question. “His names Tommy, I like him…but we’re just friends…kind of”.

“Kind of?”. YN knew dating wasn’t as simple in terms of labelling relationships as it was when she and Louis were younger.

Mia looked up at her Mum for the first time since the conversation had began. She knew her mother wouldn’t judge, or have a strong negative opinion, that just wasn’t her. But openly talking about a secret she’s kept for a couple of weeks felt odd. “We talk and act like we’re more than friends…but then we haven’t said we are…so kind of”.

“Sounds like you’re both being mature about the whole thing,..which is good because you’re still both young”. YN complimented the pair, despite not knowing this Tommy that had her daughter in smiles and giggles. “So is Tommy coming to Uncle Harry’s show?”.

The shy smile on Mia’s mouth returned, and YN couldn’t deny how amusing this side of her daughter was. “Yeah…but he’s nervous…I think it’s because we get noticed at shows sometimes and then because he’ll meet you and Uncle Harry”.

YN could empathise. She was a young teenager once going to meet the boy she liked family. Luckily for her Louis’ family become her family and welcomed her with open arms.

“I get that sweetheart”. YN voice was calm because she knew how it felt to be misunderstood by the people you’d expect to be supportive. “Okay…how about we opt for sitting in the box?”. Mia’s eyes darted to her mother’s, full of curiosity and anticipation at where her mum was going with this. “Yeah? So we can have our space and maybe that’ll help with the nerves”.

“Really?”. When YN nodded in response, she was hit with Mia body as she wrapped her arms around her mum in a tight cuddle. “I love you Mum…you really are the best!”.

The words caught YN in the chest. She would never get tired of hearing how much both Mia and Noah loved her. She absolutely adored both her children and hearing them say it back, meant more to her than she could ever explain.

Being a mum herself, she could never understand how her own parents could have treated her the way that they have done. Her children are her world, and she’ll do anything to keep them safe and loved.

“I love you much more sweet girl!”. YN held her daughter close, enjoying the cuddle before she rushed back off to her bedroom.

---

“A what?”. Louis asked again through the FaceTime call, unsure if he had heard YN correctly. “You didn’t just say Mia is taking a boy to the show with her”.

YN knew Louis wouldn’t be so understanding about Mia and Tommy, but their little girl was growing up. “Oh relax Lou…she’s being honest with me about it all…plus I didn’t see you worrying about us being young when we were sneaking out to kiss down by the bridge behind your house”.

Louis but at his lip to try and conceal his grin as the hidden memory had come back to life in his mind. “Yeah alright…alright you’ve got me there…but I don’t like that she’s growing up this quick love”.

“I know babe…but these things were going to happen at some point…and I think we need to give her some space and trust that she’ll make the right decisions for herself”. YN knew Louis would find the transition of Mia becoming a teenager hard. She was always Daddy little girl and had Louis wrapped around her finger.

“I miss you all…how’s Noah? Hope he’s not growing up to quick!”. Louis’ smiled screamed sadness. Touring was bittersweet for him, he loved travelling and singing every night but he missed his little family more than anything.

YN could see how hard this tour was for Louis. When he toured with the band, she and Mia were with him every step of the way. But it was different now that they were older. “He’s good…scored a goal in football today…I think I managed to video it, I’ll send it to you”.

“Tell him I’m so proud of him…I can’t wait for you all to come and visit”. Louis felt the tears threaten to appear, but he kept it hidden, not wanting to upset YN.

“We miss you more!”.

---

Saturday had come around quicker than YN realised. Since Noah woke up, he had been excited to see Harry later that day. He’s had multiple times what time they were going to leave to head over to the stadium.

So when YN had decided that they would leave a little earlier than planned, Noah was jumping with joy as he wore his Love On Tour personalised sweatshirt that Harry had sent over for him. As much as Mia loved her merch too, she had made it clear that she was ‘too cool’ to wear it to the show. Not wanting to match her younger brother.

Instead Mia opted for loose pink jeans, a white t-shirt and pink feather boa to match. As they waited for Tommy to arrive, YN snapped several photos of Mia and Noah ready to send to Louis.

The sound of the doorbell, caused Mia to dart to the door ready to greet Tommy. YN could hear muffled voices as the pair walked closer to the living room.

Mia walked in first, looking shy as she glanced back to the boy who was following her closely. YN noticed the young lad behind her, nerves following him. His dark hair held some curl, and his eyes were a light shade of blue.

“Mum this is Tommy”. Mia broke the silence, a nervous smirk covering her face. “Tom…this is my mum and brother Noah”.

YN gave the young boy a welcoming smile as she still stood with Noah next to her. “Hi Tommy…it’s so lovely to meet you”.

“You too!”. Tommy smiled in return. “Thank you for letting me come today”.

The politeness was causing YN to melt inside. “You’re so welcome my love, although I hope Mia has prepared you for some of the chaos that we cause at these shows”. YN hoped the slight humour would break the ice, and loosen Mia and Tommy’s nerves.

Tommy glanced to Mia and they shared a smile. YN felt like she was watching herself and Louis about fifteen years ago. “Yeah she did”.

“Okay…how about we get on our way…Uncle Harry said we can go and see him after soundcheck”. YN explained as she reached for her bag.

“UNCLE HARRY!”. Noah’s excitement began again as he rushed towards the front door.

---

Mia and Tommy walked closely together, as they followed YN and Noah down the corridors of Wembley stadium.

“Your Mum seems nice”. Tommy spoke softly for only Mia to hear, their arms brushing slightly as they walked.

“She is…she’s the sweetest woman ever”. Mia glanced to her mum in front of her, smiling and greeting everyone they passed. “By the way…my Uncle Harry will probably act really protective and try and scare you…but he’s big softie really”.

Tommy laughed at Mia’s words, both of them trying to keep up with YN and Noah’s fast steps. “I’m not that worried about him…I’m already scared of your dad without meeting him”.

Mia turned to look at Tommy, to see that the fear was real in his eyes. “Oh he’s a big softie too…once he finds out you play guitar, love football and support man united…he’ll talk your ear off”.

Before they could continue their conversation, they were in a large room filled with different people. Some YN and Mia recognised and others they were not too sure of.

“Oh YN…over here!”. Anne’s voices echoed across the room. She was standing with her partner and Gemma.

They quickly walked over to Harry’s family, all greeting each other with hello’s and a big cuddles. YN introduced Tommy to the familiar faces and once they welcomed him with open arms, Mia noticed how relaxed he was.

As the group chatted and caught up with one and other due to not seeing each other for a while, a tall figure appeared behind them. “Well look who it is!”.

Noah was the first to notice Harry standing behind them. “UNCLE HARRY!”. He scooped the younger Tomlinson up into his arms. “I’ve missed you!”.

“‘ello lad…how’s my little man?”. Harry smiled brightly, his white teeth on show. “You look so much like your dad”.

“Everyone says that!”. Noah laughed into the air, his small blue eyes squinting as he did.

With Noah still wrapped in his arms, Harry gently brought YN in for a loving hug. “How are you my love?”. Harry and YN had always been close since Louis introduced them when the band got put together. YN was like a sister to him, and Harry was the brother she always wanted.

“I’m good…missing Lou but I’ve got my two cherubs to keep me busy”. YN gave Mia and Noah a motherly warm smile.

Harry gently placed Noah back down on his feet. He noticed Mia standing there, a shy grin covering her face and a nervous looking boy standing close. “So do I get a cuddle from you…or are you too cool for Uncle Harry now?”.

Mia rolled her eyes with sass, opening her arms to wrap around Harry’s taller frame. “I’ve always been too cool for you…but since it’s your show I’ll give you one!”. Harry chuckled at the banter Mia had picked up, despite having her mums looks, she was her father’s personality.

“So who’s your friend?”. Harry stood tall, pushing his shoulders back to increase his bulging muscles.

“This is Tommy”. Mia spoke quietly, aware that most eyes were on them.

“Nice to meet you Harry…thank you for the ticket to your show”.

Harry continued to stare hard into the young boys eyes, YN noticed that Tommy shifted on his feet with nerves. “Harry…stop teasing, you’re scaring the poor boy!”.

“Nice to meet you Tommy!”. Harry held his hand out for Tommy to shake. “I was only teasing…I’m not scary”. Tommy let out a laugh at his words, before his eyes widened as Harry added another joke. “But her dad…wow good luck!”.

YN playfully swotted Harry’s arm as Mia muttered for her uncle to shut up. “Don’t listen to him Tommy…Louis’ not scary…and is going to love having you around”.

“Me and Tom are going to get a drink”. Mia quickly grabbed Tommy’s hand pulled him in the direction of where the drinks were being offered.

“Mia’s got a boyfriend!”. Harry’s voice whisper shouted at YN in shock.

---

The last show in Wembley Stadium was in full swing. The fans were singing and dancing along, having a ball as they shared a night at Love On Tour with family and friends.

As they stood at the barrier of the box, Noah was singing along to every word with Harry. The young Louis was having the time of his life as he danced along to each song, waiting for a One Direction song to play.

Now they were slightly hidden away, YN could see Mia and Tommy were far more at ease and were enjoying the show. Mia knew every word to the songs, but it was obvious that Tommy wasn’t a Harry Styles fan so he opted to bobbing his head to the catchy beats instead.

Harry and the girls from his band, had made their way to the very front platform on the stage. All standing next to each other in a line in front of their designated microphones. As Harry adjusted his mic on the stand, he had a hard stare on his face that left the fans curious.

“I apologise if I seem a little distracted…my niece is on a date”. Harry began to move around, as he covered his eyes to look out at the sea of fans. “And I’m trying…I’m trying to keep an eye on it…they’re up there somewhere, so Mia behave yourself…or I’ll tell your dad!”.

The sound of Mia’s name told the fans he was referring to Louis’ daughter. But whilst Sarah and Elin shared a giggle at Harry’s attempt to embarrass the young pair, Mia shot her mother a look, before folding her arms with confidence.

“Uncle Niall is now my favourite!”.

miatomlinson

liked by louist91, tommybaker and 982,616 others

miatomlinson Love On Tour🍓🪩🎈🩷 View all 6,927 comments

tommybaker ❤️

louist91 Looks like you had fun!! Love you Mi!! X

yntomlinson the best night with my little family❤️

annetwist You looked beautiful Mia💖

gemmastyles Lovely to see you girlie💕

niallhoran How are you so grown up??🥺

lottietomlinson aw you look so cute🥹💞

the.daisytomlinson OMG LOVE YOUR OUTFIT🫶🏼😍

thephoebetomlinson cuties🩷

louisfan7 Louis family at Harry’s show🥹🥹🥹

harryfan4 harry calling mia out for being on a date🤦🏼‍♀️😂

1Dfan I feel so old! Mia was a baby when one direction was on the X factor!!😱😱

Taglist:

@ell0ra-br3kk3r @slaymybreathaway @wh0s-nadii @peterholland04 @lillisummers

[cinnamonlouisgff]

my man my man my man my man my man