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Chapter One

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Harry's POV

"Noah, darling, you can't eat that!" Panic takes over in my voice as I watch Noah bring the object to his mouth. I rapidly move my ass from the couch and hurry my way over to where Noah is sitting on the floor. "Baby, put that down," I say sternly. Noah looks up at me, tears forming in his big brown eyes and his lower lip trembling.

Oh no...

I slowly reach out to grab his hand and I carefully take the crayons from him. I don't like to talk to him while I use my stern daddy-like voice, but sometimes I just have to... "Babe, these crayons are to draw with. Not to put into your little mouth, you silly" I smile at him before I ruffle my fingers through his soft baby hairs. Noah's tears seem to vanish. Thank god. Noah watches me closely as I show him how to draw. His mouth opens a little and I can hear him quietly breathing.

Noah is 21 months old now, which means he's close to his second birthday! At this point Noah tries to eat EVERYTHING. Dirt, crayons, hair and dust from the floor, play dough, his toys, paper, plastic and we even found him chewing on a stone last week! It's driving me and Louis insane because we're barely able to put him down and let him play without us having to be right next to him. He can never be left alone. Though apart from Noah's little eating problem, he's heaven! He's growing up so fast and it kind of hurts to see.

"Babe, can you help me for a second? I think I burned the chicken again..." Louis says as he walks into our living room. I watch him scratch behind his ear while he's looking at me. I slightly shake my head, laughing. "Don't look at me like that, you little bastard. You should be proud of me that I'm actually trying!" Louis says, defending himself. He crosses his arms over his chest. He's wearing a cooking apron with ducks on it and he has gotten a towel wrapped around his head. He kind of looks like me, since I always have things wrapped around my head as well. Though, I am having a lot of trouble not to burst out into laughter right now.

In the past nine or ten months I think, my hair has grown a lot and it's a bit messy. I just secure a headband to it, so that it keeps in place and out of my face. Louis is also letting his hair grow and I think it suits him very well.

I pick up Noah from the floor and place him in his baby chair. I give him a little kiss on his forehead before I follow my boyfriend into the kitchen. I playfully slap his bum, but then the black smoke catches my attention.

I investigate the chicken in front of me. The bump of meat smells disgusting and its flesh has turned a little black. Smoke is also coming out of the oven where I assume Louis has previously put the dead animal. I can't help but laugh again. I walk over and turn off the oven. I smirk at Louis and then get the chicken out of the pan. After placing the food on a big plate, I turn back to Louis.

"Okay", I start. "Next time, chef Tomlinson, you only have to leave the chicken in the paper bag and put it in the microwave for about thirty seconds" Louis raises an eyebrow at me and folds his arms over his chest once more. "The chicken was already precooked when I bought it, babe. You only had to warm it up" I explain further as Louis doesn't seem to understand. I watch how his lips form into a perfectly shaped 'O' and his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. He looks quite cute, though. And it warms my heart just to see how hard Louis has actually been trying.

"Sorry", he mutters and looks down. I just smile. Louis opens his mouth once more to say something, but I shut him up with my lips. I love how I feel him melt into the sudden connection and he wraps his small arms around my neck. Unfortunately, we separate slowly, but we still rest our foreheads together.

"Don't be sorry, babe!" I say as I look him deeply in the eyes. "I kind of like it when you screw up our dinner. I love the sound of your voice asking me for help" I kiss him again, but them Noah's cries echo through the house. "He's probably hungry" I mumble against Louis' lips. He nods in response, kisses me one more time and then rushes his way over to Noah.

I grab two plates, cutlery, baby food and the burned chicken and place all items on our dinner table. I also get us something to drink and I grab a bag of lettuce. Louis comes in not very much later with a now quiet Noah in his arms. I walk to the living room and pick up Noah's baby chair. Once I reenter the kitchen I place it down next to the table. Louis puts Noah down and kisses him on the cheek. Then he sits down himself. I do the same and we begin to eat. It is always been such a lovely sight to watch Louis feed Noah. The two of them get on very well and they always joke around together, even though Noah can barely speak nor walk yet. Louis is always the one to feed Noah. He barely lets me do it. Out of all the things we need to do with Noah, this is his favourite thing, I guess.

My favourite thing to do is to style our little kid. I love to put cute, little clothes on him and it's so much fun to do something weird with his hair. Oh and speaking of hair! He's already got quite a lot of it. I think he's got that from Gloria because she had a massive amount of hair herself. I really miss the sight of her hair being a big, uncontrollable mess...

"You excited for our wedding day, love?" Louis asks and I jump a little at the sudden sound. Louis looks up from feeding Noah and seems to be waiting for me to speak. Though, I stay silent for a few seconds to get my thoughts in order. Did he even need to ask? God, of course I bloody am!

"Hell yeah!" I say while a chuckle takes over my words. Louis chuckles a little as well and Noah squeals in happiness as if he can actually understand what we are talking about. "You?" I ask.

"Hell yeah!" Louis answers in a low and heavy voice. He's trying to sound like me. Oh, how funny. Still, I laugh and shake my head at his bad joke. "But I'm also a little nervous, though" he adds.

I nod in agreement. "Yeah, me too. I think that's normal, though. We'll be alright" I smile and take another bite of the chicken which surprisingly tastes really good.

"Yeah", Louis mumbles and also puts a fork full of chicken in his mouth. Once he swallowed, he continues to feed Noah. I watch him do so for a little while, now totally forgetting about my own food getting cold. But so is Louis' food. We are kind of used to it really. Noah has to always come first. That's our only house rule. "We'll officially be chained together, Hazz. We'll be husband and husband. You know how weird that actually sounds?" Louis speaks up, taking me by surprise. I watch the corners of his mouth crack up into an unsure smile, his deep blue eyes staring right at me.

"Yeah, I know." I say while I fake a big sigh. "It's going to be tough" Amusement plays in my eyes as Louis huffs just like I expected he would. He sticks out his tongue and narrows his eyes at me. Noah watches him do so and copies his actions right away. Once Louis notices, he laughs and ruffles his hand through Noah's hair. "I can't wait, Louis," I tell him. Louis turns his head to me and looks at me in silence. I watch how he mouths an 'I love you' and takes another bite of the burned chicken. His perfect lips wrap around the meat. His jaw tensing as he chews. I mouth the same back and then take the bottle of baby food from Louis. Noah giggles as I now start to feed him.

Liam's POV

"Niall" I call out, but I don't get an answer. "Niall!" I say a little louder. "NIALL!" I now shout. I hear a faint 'yeah?' before a confused Niall walks into our shared bedroom.

"What's up?" he asks.

"Have you seen my Calvin Klein underwear?" I look at him, but the confusion is still clear in his face. "I mean the black one with that dark, blueish elastic band," I say in an attempt to explain. I ruffle through my underwear drawer with one hand whilst the other hand is holding the towel wrapped around my torso. Water is dripping down my back due my wet hair. My body feels hot from the steamy shower I just had.

"You've got plenty of those," Niall says. He sounds rather nervous and in the corner of my eye I see him walk back to whatever he was doing. He was probably eating. Though he's acting strange. It's as of he wants to get away from me as fast as possible. Like he's hiding something.

"No, man. I mean the one that is really soft and it has yellow letters on it. You know, my favourite underwear out of all the ones I have. You really haven't seen it?" I shout after him and I hear his footsteps come closer again. I am struggling to get a black shirt over my head whilst also keeping the towel from falling down my waist. Niall and I have seen each other naked and we have had moments, but both of us still have to get used to the fact that we were really together now and to the fact we share a house. Normally, I could easily walk around naked. Even around all lads when we had one of those so called 'man nights'. I mean, Harry walks around naked all the time. The other lads seemed easy with it too. I was also, but since things between me and Niall got serious, I felt like I couldn't. Or at least not yet. Not because I don't want to, but just because Niall had never questioned himself as 'gay' before and now that he knows he is, it's all a bit new to him. And I don't want to rush things.

I hear Niall clear his throat and I feel him stepping closer towards me. He takes the shirt out of my grip and helps me get it on. We are now standing very close to each other and I can feel the temperature rise inside the room. Not very much later, Niall cups my cheeks in his hands. He stares at me for a while, not saying anything. I get lost in his clear blue ones. Niall leans in slowly and his lips touch mine. My eyes flutter closed and the feeling I have learned to love most -thanks to Niall- forms in the pit of my stomach.

I expected this to be just a little kiss, but it seems Niall wants more out of this. I don't complain, though and give Niall the opportunity to take the lead for once. We stumble around the room for a few moments until we find the bed, still kissing. I feel the soft mattress push against my back as Niall is straddling me. The shirt he previously helped me put on is now lifted up half way again. Niall kisses down the exposed skin of my stomach. I watch him do so. I follow his every move. It's only now that I realize that I have lost the towel -previously around my torso- somewhere on the floor during our acts. Niall stops just above my now hardened one. He tilts his head up to look at me. You probably won't believe it because of what I just told you about Niall still needing to find a way with it all, but once he does, he can be a damn tease.

The Irish blonde I have fallen deeply in love with, is now smirking down at me. Niall moves back up and starts kissing me on the lips again. A couple of snogs later, Niall's lips travel to my ear and he starts to suck on it. I really can't take this anymore. I pull his shirt from his body and stare up at the bare skin. My hands travel up and down, my fingertips touching the few hairs on his chest. These are the only chest hairs Niall has. hairs stuck out, but that was kind of the only few chest hairs he had. And I love it. Niall attacks my lips again as I -in between moans- try to remove his jeans as well. Thankfully he lets me do so.

I separate our lips for a brief second and focus on his lower half to get the jeans off. Once the button opens and I pull the zipper down, I am met with something familiar. I pull the jeans down his thighs, revealing my favourite soft, black, Calvin Klein underwear with the yellow letters. I abruptly stop in my tracks and look up. Niall, who is still on top of me, cracks an innocent smile. His cheeks turn a bright shade of pink ad I raise an eyebrow at him. I watch as his innocent smile transforms into an apologizing one as he slowly gets off of me.

Niall is still looking at me without saying a word. I'm amused and can definitely see the humor in all of this, but I really want back the underwear!

I don't say anything either and I try to keep on a serious face. Though, I am struggling to fight back the smile I feel creeping onto my face. I pull my shirt back down and fold my arms over my chest. Niall looks away. Seconds later, his eyes meet mine. "It's just comfortable, okay?" He blurts out. "The fabric is so soft and it fits my bum very well" Niall is smiling like an idiot, but also looks like he's scared shitless. I burst out into laughters and pull him back on the bed with me.

This time, I am the one straddling him. I lower my lips near his ear. "I know..." I say in a low tone. "But I really, really want them back now" My voice sounds even deeper now. I hear Niall swallow under my touch as I lower myself down his body.

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"You finally ready?" I shout up the stairs. "We're going to be late."

"They don't mind if we're late, Li. We always are" Niall yells back at me and I must admit, he has a point.

"I know" I answer. "But this dinner is about the wedding too, you know? They need us"

"Yeah, yeah" I hear Niall mutter and not very much later, footsteps make their way down the stairs. "I'm ready" he smiles. I grab a hold of his hand and we make our way out of our apartment.

"How's the underwear?" Niall asks, smirking at me from the passenger seat. We are driving down the road on our way to the 'dinner party' Harry and Louis have planned for us.

"Oh, it's fantastic" I tease. I wink at him, causing him to laugh and roll his eyes. I keep looking at him. Niall is watching the trees fly by outside the window. "How's yours?"

Niall turns back to me. "Ordinary, standard, plain," He says and shrugs. The look on his face is dead serious, but his eyes are filled with amusement. I chuckle before I place my hand on his knee, squeezing softly. Niall lays his hand on top of mine and he starts to fiddle with my fingertips. He keeps his stare out of the window whilst tingles and butterflies fill my stomach. "You know I don't really feel like planning the wedding, right?" he asks. "I mean, I'm really happy for them, I really am. But I just don't like working and such... And now I 'have' to" He lets go of my hand and uses his fingers to form quotes on the word 'have'. Then he lays his hand back on mine.

My laugh lingers in the car for a little too long. "I know, babe. But they need our help. We would appreciate theirs too if we were ever to get married."

Niall's grip on my hand tightens and his smile grows. "Are we ever going to?"

I turn to look him. I stare into his eyes and forget about the road for just a split second. "I really do hope so," I say truthfully.

"Me too" Niall smiles and I turn back to look at the road. "Okay, let's just get this over with," Niall mutters more to himself. We now drive into the familiar street. I park my car next to Harry and Louis' new grey one. Once the car came to a stop, I hear Niall sigh. "At least they've got food."

A/N: Hello! I'm so happy to find you here :) I decided to keep my notes short since most of you don't like them, but I just really want to say that I love every single one of my readers and I'm very thankful the first 'Escaping' got this many reads, votes and comments. I never dared to think it ever would! So I hope you will enjoy 'Escaping 2' just as much! I know I will really enjoy writing it :) Though I don't really have a schedule for when I will update. I have vacation now so I will be able to write lots, but I won't promise to update day after day. Sometimes you need to bear with me and just wait lol

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