Hi everyone I hope you like this chapter ITS ALL HARRY!!!!!! YAAAAAAY!

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Harry walked down a random street of London, wings retracted and a warm winter coat around him.

After his frantic fly back to the school to meet Louis he found out that it was March and he had already been gone for five years.

He burst through the door of his house and looked everywhere for Louis. Or at least a sign of him being there.

"Harry?"

Harry whipped around in his bedroom and he met the face of a very confused Liam.

"Dad." He sighed in relief. "Where's Louis?" He asked.

Liam just stared.

"Dad where is Louis?!" Harry was getting restless.

"He's gone. He doesn't live here anymore. Harry why do you look the same? Where the fuck have you been?!" Liam yelled.

"Short version. Gemma left out some details about how one day where she lives is one year here." Harry explained. "Wait what do you mean Louis is gone? Where did he go?!" Harry asked frantic.

"London." Was all Liam said. Still shocked by Harry's explanation.

Well that explained the never aging mother and sister when they visited over the years. Liam just thought they stopped aging at some point.

When Liam came out of his thoughts Harry was already gone. 

Harry arrived in London in twenty minutes. It was then that Harry realized he hadn't even asked Liam where Louis lived.

He sighed and retracted his wings. He checked his pockets, happy to find his wallet. He walked into a random clothing store and bought a t-shirt and winter coat for his shirtless cold frame.

He then started his search.

It was four in the afternoon when Harry stopped his search for the day and just started to walk random streets.

He came across a nursery school and paused in front of it, just observing. He wondered what it would be like to have children with Louis.

A child caught his attention.

A little boy with curly hair and bright blue eyes was playing by himself with a small red firetruck. What shocked Harry the most was the set of pitch black wings, much like his own, that were attached to the boys back.

The little boy looked up and caught Harry's gaze. Realization flashed across the little boy's features and his face lit up in a grin.

"Papa!" The little boy shouted as he scrambled to his feet and ran over to the fence in front of Harry.

Confusion was an understatement to what Harry was feeling while watching the little boy hold his arms up and make grabby hands towards him.

"Papa! Papa! Papa you're back!" The little boy shouted.

Harry looked around him to see if perhaps the little boy was talking to someone else. There was no one.

"I think you have the wrong person bud, I'm not your Papa." Harry said gently.

The little boy pouted and dropped his arms. 

"Yes you are!" He shouted with conviction. "You're Papa Hawwy! Daddy has a piture of you I seen it! Daddy said you were on a trip and that's why you weren't home, but we always had your birfday parties. We got cake and. Oh! We have your pesents Papa. Daddy said we had to keep them safe for you when you came home!" The little boy rambled, a little out of breath, but with a smile on his face.

"What's your name?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"Noah Edward Styles Papa!" Noah said with a nod and a grin, once again making grabby hands.

Harry picked up the small boy shakily. His breath was shaky as he looked at Noah's face closely. He could see it. The resemblance. Noah had Louis' nose and cheeks while he had Harry's curls and lips. The blue of his eyes matching Louis' perfectly.

"Noah." Harry whispered as he ran his thumb across Noah's cheek, caressing his face.

"Papa." Noah whispered in reply. A little cheeky grin was set across his face, thinking they were playing a game.

Harry burst into tears and held Noah in a tight hug. Noah wrapped his arms around his Papa's neck trying to hold just as tight.

Noah stroked Harry's hair, trying to comfort his Papa.

"Papa don't cry! Why crying?" Noah asked.

"I'm very happy love. Very, very happy." Harry chuckled wetly into his sons neck.

His son. 

"Hey you! Put him down or I will call the police!" An angry voice shouted.

Harry looked up from where his face was buried in Noah's neck to see an angry young man coming towards them with his fist in the air.

Harry's wings expanded on instinct, tearing holed in the back of his winter coat, and wrapped around his son for protection.

A few of the children gasped and the young man stopped dead in his tracks  while Noah was smiling happily at the sight of his father's wings.

Harry continued to glare at the man with his wings up protectively. 

"Papa, Papa we have the same!" Noah laughed giddily.

Harry looked to his son with a smile. 

"Yeah we do baby." Harry said. "I'll teach you some tricks some time yeah?" 

Noah beamed at his fathers words and he looked over to the once angry man.

"Papa that's my teacher Mr. Josh. He's very nice." Noah said quietly.

At the word teacher Harry relaxed a little and furled his wings to his back.

"Daddy!" Noah shouted over Harry's shoulder.

Harry whipped around with Noah in his arms to face the love of his life. 

"Harry?"

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