Hello lovelies! Before you start reading, I would love if you read this. 

As you know, Jay is no longer with us and it absolutely broke all our hearts to lose such a wonderful woman. She'll be greatly missed. 

After that I didn't know what to do with this story anymore. I didn't know if I should change her name because of what this story is about. I didn't want to disrespect her memory, but I kept feeling bad when I decided at some point to change her name. I've decided to leave her in and I hope none of you get offended because it is not my intention. Jay's character in this fic will be nothing but lovely, a wonderful, kind and amazing mom and person. I hope you understand my decision of leaving her in the fic and know that it is not my intention to disrespect her or her family. 

With that said, I hope you enjoy the chapter that is not edited. I also listened to a few songs, they have nothing to do with the chapter but I listened to them while writing this chapter. The list is at the end!! Enjoy! 

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Halloween kept getting closer when Blake realized they hadn't decorated the house at all, nor the outside of it. Four days before the actual holiday, Harry was bringing out a box full of the decorations from the attic. Louis and Blake waited patiently next to the door in the upstairs that led to it. It had always been locked until now when Harry had finally unlocked it. There were three bedrooms upstairs plus the attic that was quite spacious, something Louis was dying to see.

When he finally walked in all he saw were a few boxes he assumed were full of decorations from the holidays. Blake clung to him as he walked in too, having followed him inside holding onto his shirt. He noticed another door and when he made his way there, he looked around the creepy unfinished bathroom that only gave him chills. They had yet to put actual walls in the whole room, but it was clear it was never going to happen.

For some reason, Louis wanted to finish it and make it into a guest bedroom. He wanted at least one more child and he had already thought of the third bedroom as their bedroom, something that would leave them without a guest bedroom. All they had downstairs was the kitchen with a breakfast area, then a big dining room, a family room by the kitchen and a bigger living room. He knew they had an enormous house after he thought about the basement, something Harry had turned into a game room for Blake.

"I have the box, let's go back." Harry snapped Louis out of his thoughts.

"Are you ever going to finish this room?" Louis asked out of nowhere, making Harry stop in his tracks, still holding onto the box.

Harry looked around, biting on his bottom lip when he saw all the boxes piled up in a corner, "Umm, I don't think so. We already have a lot of room and I use this room as a storage room."

"Oh." Louis said, starting to walk out of the room, watching how Harry was locking it again.

They walked downstairs where Harry set the box in the middle of the kitchen and opened it. The first thing he took out was a small skeleton and set in on the ground next to the box. He did it until everything was out of the big box then silently gave them a few rags so they could help him clean them up. When they were done, they started finding places to put them, even outside when Blake insisted. When they were done, Harry made hot chocolate and put on a movie for them to watch only for Blake to end up falling asleep on the floor in the middle of the game room.

"I wanted to ask you something." Louis said, continuing when Harry nodded at him to continue, "What were you and dad talking about yesterday? You always go quiet when I go near, but I heard most of it."

"You don't have to worry about that." Harry answered right away, making Louis furrow his brow.

"I have a feeling it has to do with the cryopreservation. Even Blake hears how wrong it is." Louis started trembling.

"Don't be scared." Harry reached for him, wrapping his arms around him. "It's just people who think it's wrong, they want to ban it. They've been doing this for the past seven years but nothing ever comes out of it, more people support it than you think."

"What happens if they do ban it? What would happen to me and the many others?" Louis asked.

"Nothing, love. They can't do anything. You're alive and breathing, you're a citizen and you have rights." Harry hugged Louis tighter until he started calming down.

"I don't want them to take me away, to send me back there...or to the grave." Louis mumbled.

"Don't be afraid, you're safe here with me and Blake." Harry started rubbing his back, "It's been a long day, how about we go to bed?" He asked.

"M'kay, I have to shower first and Blake too. He didn't shower this morning." Louis sighed.

"Me too. You can go take it while I wake him up, it's gonna be a pain to do it." Harry groaned as he was getting up, feeling his back hurting. He was definitely getting old.

Louis nodded and went upstairs, hearing Harry trying to wake up their son. He went straight into the shower, taking his clothes off and dumping them in the hamper before he did so. The warm water instantly calmed him down as he relaxed his muscles and let out a satisfied sigh. He tried to make it quick, and when he was done he got out and wrapped a towel around himself.

He made his way to the sink where we wiped the mirror, revealing a tired teenager looking right back at him. He started at his face until his gaze slowly started traveling down his body, his eyes stopping at his stomach. He lifted one of his hands and traced the bumpy C Section scar. He had given birth nine and a half years ago, but his body told another story. It was still trying to heal from a C Section no older than six months, and he didn't know how that made him feel. He couldn't recognize any of the emotions he was feeling at the moment.

He was quick to cover himself when he heard Harry's voice, then a knock on the door. When he had the towel secured around his body, he opened the door and moved to the side to let Harry in. He was holding a sleeping Blake and his pajamas and towel along with him. He watched him set him down on the floor, and when he let go, he reached to catch him when Blake stumbled.

"He's too tired. He can take it tomorrow morning or when he gets back from school." Harry told him as he tried to make Blake walk back to his bedroom.

"Goodnight, Blakey." Louis kissed his forehead before letting him go.

"Night, dad." Blake mumbled, barely opening his blue eyes to look at his father.

Harry put the towel and clothes on the counter then picked Blake up to take him back to his bedroom. When he was gone, Louis neatly folded the clothes and when he was done, he went to the closet to grab clean pajamas. He was in the middle of putting his boxers on when Harry walked in already taking his clothes off. He quickly averted his gaze when Harry hooked his fingers at the waistline of his boxers and pulled them down.

All he heard was the water starting to run and when Harry was finally in the shower, he put on his pajama bottoms and a shirt. He went to the sink to brush his teeth, blushing when he could see Harry through the mirror when the glass shower door did nothing to conceal him. He then looked at his reflection, wondering if Harry was still attracted to him, if he didn't think it was weird to be with him. An eighteen year old teenager who was supposed to be turning twenty-eight in two months.

For him, he had never stopped loving Harry. He was still attracted to him, that was something Louis was a hundred percent sure of. He just wasn't sure if this Harry was still attracted to him. Louis wondered if he prefered older men now, if he looked too young for him. He wanted to know where they stood as a couple, that's if they were still that. He wanted to know if Harry was with him for the sole reason that he was his son's father, or the other painful reason that Harry was with him because he felt pity for him. There were so many things he needed to talk to Harry about, enough to have his head and fingers hurting from holding the toothbrush tightly.

He snapped out of it and started brushing his teeth, letting Harry have some privacy. When he was flossing, Harry finally finished showering. He walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist, grabbing another one to dry his hair as best as he could. He went into the closet and came back out already dressed just as Louis was going to bed. Louis waited for Harry, feeling his hands start to shake when he was finally getting the courage to ask him everything he wanted to know. He needed to know, he needed to move on and to do that, he needed to talk to Harry.

"You okay, Lou?"

Louis startled when Harry's concerned voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up at the father of his child and gave him a small smile, reassuring him that he was okay. As okay as he could be at the moment.

"I'm okay, was just waiting for you." Louis told him, letting Harry turn the lights off.

They both laid down on their side of the bed, Louis starting to shake when Harry rolled over on his side and wrapped his arm around his waist. Louis let Harry pull him closer to him, feeling his body behind his. It was as close as they had ever been ever since he had returned to what he now considered his home. It was moments like those when Louis remembered the big house Harry had promised him that night when he had told him he was pregnant. And if Louis was honest, Harry was his home. He would still feel at home even if they were living under a bridge in a damp box.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, "Lou, you're shaking."

Louis' bottom lip trembled when Harry let go of him and sat up to turn the light on. When the room was illuminated, Louis had tears already rolling down his cheeks. It was now or never. It was finally time to talk about everything he had been holding back.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked again.

"Why did you bring me back?" Louis asked, biting on his bottom lip when he realized that was no way to start, "I mean, I know– you told me you love me, that Blake needs me."

"I don't understand." Harry moved to face him.

"Why did you think it was a good idea? Do you even feel the same way you did before? Do you not find it weird– is that why you won't touch me anymore like you used to? What are we, where do we stand?" Louis desperately asked, starting to cry when he couldn't even express himself the way he wanted to. He was doing everything wrong, why couldn't he do anything right.

"I couldn't lose you. I– I couldn't let you go when I should have. I was too selfish to do it and I always–" Harry paused and looked away from Louis, not knowing how to continue when he was finally admitting the truth.

"You always what?" Louis encouraged him.

"I always say I did it for Blake, and it's true...that's true. But the major reason was myself. I was never able to move on, sometimes I thought that someday I would be able to let you go but that day never came. A lot was taken from us." Harry looked at Louis, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I wasn't there the last months of your pregnancy, I wasn't there when Blake was born and I didn't know how you really went into labor up until a few months ago. I didn't hear from you up until you were in a bed dying, where I heard you die through the damn phone." Harry raised his voice, only to lower it again when he saw Louis was also in tears.

"I tried to run away. It was raining and I slipped." Louis felt the need to explain as he wrapped his arms around himself, "I was terrified. I– I thought I had hurt my baby, or worse, that I had killed him."

"He's fine." Harry reached for him, wrapping his arms around the boy. His boy.

"I'm sorry I called you that day." Louis started crying harder, remembering that day, "But I just had to hear you one more time, I had to tell you how much I love you. That was hard for me, but the hardest part was leaving you and our baby. I knew my time was up."

"Now you see why I couldn't let you go." Harry kissed the top of his head, "We promised each other a happy family, and we never got the chance to have it. I promised to make you happy and love you forever, and I never got to make you happy. I've loved you for more than ten years and I will always love you."

Louis pulled back and looked him in the eyes, trying to find the truth. "You mean it?"

"I don't want you to doubt me. Why wouldn't I love you?" Harry asked.

"Look at me, Harry!" Louis exclaimed. It was now or never.

"I'm still an eighteen year old and you're older. Why would you still want me when I look like this. How do I know if you're with me just because I'm your son's father. Because you feel sorry for me. There's many men out there who already have careers, they did something in their lives...I'm a nobody. Why would you still be attracted to me when you could be out there with someone else, someone that wasn't stuck in a frozen capsule like a piece of meat for ten years."

"Do you want to be with me?" Harry asked, "I love you so much, you have no idea how much I love you. I'm terrified that one day you're going to realize you don't want to be with an old man and you're going to find someone your age. That one day you're going to tell me you're leaving me because I'm not what you want. I'm not the Harry that stayed behind anymore, that eighteen year old nobody." He confessed.

"I would never do that. I don't care what you look like or how old you are." Louis closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again and took a deep breath as he fiddled with the edge of the bedspread, "I let go of the eighteen year old Harry, of a newborn Blake. I let them go because they're in the past and they should stay there. I didn't get to watch you both get older, I didn't get older with you two but there's always time. I can do that now."

"Then you should know I don't care either. I would never leave you, but if one day– one day you decide I'm not what you want then I'll let you go." Harry looked down at his lap, "You are every man's dream. You can easily have anyone you want."

"Bu I don't want them, I only want you." Louis said, surprising Harry when he moved and straddled him.

"I only want you too, always." Harry told him, and wrapped his arms around Louis' small waist, "And you're not a nobody, you can always go back to school. I'll fully support you in whatever you want to do."

"What are we?" Louis asked.

"What do you mean?" Harry gave him a confused look, letting Louis wrap his arms around his neck.

"Our relationship status." Louis blushed, "Am I only your child's father or...or your boyfriend? We were boyfriends then, but I'm not sure anymore. A lot of things have happened, a lot of things changed in ten years." Louis looked down, only looking up when Harry gently grabbed his chin.

"This whole time I thought we were boyfriends, darling." Harry blushed a deep shade of red. One could probably cook an egg on his face when it felt too hot and he felt like a teenager again.

"Really?" Louis couldn't help but smile.

Harry would do anything to see Louis smiling like that all the time. A smile showing all his teeth, a smile that would make those crinkles by his eyes appear every time. That genuine and happy smile that Harry loved so much.

"Really." Harry brought him closer into a hug, "And one day, if you say yes, I want us to be husbands. But only if you want to be my husband."

"I would love to to be your husband, I want you to be my husband." Louis hid his face on the crook of Harry's neck, feeling way too happy. He was going to burst out of happiness.

"I'm sorry I gave you the impression that I didn't want you anymore. I didn't want to pressure you into been intimate with me again, and I was giving you space." Harry started rubbing his back.

"Did you ever..." Louis trailed off, unable to finish the question.

He squeezed his eyes shut when he heard Harry taking a deep breath. He told himself that if he had them he wasn't going to be angry at him. Sure, he would be hurt, but he promised himself he would do his best to be able to understand Harry. Almost ten years was a long time.

"I never slept with anybody else. I never wanted to and I couldn't do that to you." Harry gently pushed him back, "I would've never forgive myself if I had."

"It would've been okay." Louis lied, "You have needs and ten years is a long time."

"No, it wouldn't have and you know it." Harry brushed Louis' hair out of his forehead, "Please don't lie to me, baby."

"It would have hurt me." Louis confessed after a pause, "But I would have tried to understand."

"You don't have to worry about that, love. It's been just me and my right hand all this time." Harry joked, ignoring the fact that it was true.

"We're gonna have to keep your hand away from now on." Louis said, smiling when Harry giggled.

"Whatever you want, love." Harry sighed in content.

Louis felt the need to hug Harry again and did just that, he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck again and kissed the side of his neck. He smiled when Harry hugged him too as he ran his fingers through his hair.

The atmosphere was calm with the lamp giving off a soft yellow glow in their bedroom. The heater kept turning on and off and they felt comfortable in each other's hold. Harry started rubbing Louis' back, stopping right at the bottom of his spine only to go back up. Louis kept feeling his hands at the bottom of his spine, wishing he would go lower until he couldn't take it anymore.

He leaned back and when Harry looked at him, that's when he grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him. He tangled his fingers through Harry's long hair, remembering how it used to be short. He liked it long, he was in love with it. He parted his lips and let Harry kiss him, his bigger hands roaming his lower back before they gripped his hips. It was just what they both had been waiting for all that time, it was what they needed.

They pulled apart and stared at each other, already panting when they had barely kissed. It wasn't long before Harry was pulling Louis forward, kissing him almost like he used to kiss him all those years ago. But there was something different now. His kisses had been gentle and careful before, now they were twice as passionate and a little bit rougher. Louis' heart started beating faster, feeling Harry's own heart beating just as fast when he placed the palm of his dainty hand on his chest.

It quickly went from an innocent kiss to open mouth and wetter ones, trying to keep quiet when Louis started rolling his hips. They forgot about everything else, about who could hear them when all they could hear and feel was the other. Louis slowly slid his hand down Harry's chest, stopping at the waistband of his sweatpants. He thought about it while Harry trailed kisses down to the left side of his neck, making him shut his eyes in pleasure when he sucked on that spot he had forgotten was there.

He acted upon those thoughts when Harry slid his hands down his pajamas and cupped his ass. He moaned when Harry squeezed them, making him get closer to him, his half hard cock caught in between them while he could feel Harry already fully hard beneath him. Louis didn't have to think about it anymore and pushed Harry to the side then on his back, quickly sliding his hand down his pants. He wrapped his hand around Harry's cock and started stroking, getting encouraged by the sounds Harry was making.

He stroked him faster then stopped to sit back and take his shirt off, doing the same with his pajamas, leaving himself completely bare for Harry to see him. He wasn't ashamed of his body, didn't have a reason to when the man underneath him worshipped his body. When that was done, he reached to take Harry's shirt off then his pants, settling with just lowering them down enough to free his cock.

The sight had him licking his lips, seeming to drive Harry crazy when the man pulled him towards him and kissed him again. Soon Louis found himself on top of Harry, straddling the man and his hands on his chest as he grinded against Harry. He couldn't get enough air whenever he would feel the tip of Harry's cock rubbing against his hole. Louis almost let out a scream but bit his bottom lip when Harry wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking as he leaned down to kiss him.

He knew, he still knew when Harry was getting close when he started getting louder, having to put his hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. Louis kissed him and reached behind him to wrap his hand around Harry's cock and stroke him. It wasn't long before Harry was cumming, his loud moans muffled by Louis' lips. He came soon after, leaning back to look at Harry when he was done. He furrowed his brow when he saw Harry had his eyes closed and wasn't moving at all. His face had on a satisfied expression and if it wasn't for the slow rise and fall of his chest, then Louis would have thought he was dead.

"Harry?" Louis shook him, starting to get worried when he realized he was passed out, "Harry, wake up!" He slapped his left arm.

"Hmm..." Harry mumbled, slowly opening his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked.

"Yeah..." Harry barely nodded.

He wrapped his arms around Louis' waist and brought him down to hug him close, ignoring the mess between them. That's when Louis noticed their stomachs and one of Harry's hands were covered in cum. He waited for Harry to loosen up his hold and when he did, he got up to get a damp hand towel to clean him up. When he got back, Harry was still passed out and he wondered if he had broken him. He hoped he was alright by morning or they were going to be in trouble.

He went back to bed after pulling Harry's pants up and he put his pajamas back on. He rested his head on Harry's chest, a smile slowly starting to form on his lips when he realized what had happened. Harry, his Harry still wanted him. He still turned Harry on and it was the best feeling ever even though he felt bad for him. Almost ten years had been a long time, but the wait was finally over. He decided right there and then to bring their sex life back, to have an even better sx life than what they used to back then. That's how they both fell asleep, feeling satisfied and wrapped in each other's arms.

Thoughts? :)

1. Photograph - Ed Sheeran

2. Secret Love Song - Little Mix ft Jason Derulo

3. Us Against The World - Coldplay

4. Make Merry - Amphibious Zoo Music

5. Gangsta - Kehlani