"Harold, not to freak you out or anything but mother and the girls have decided to spontaneously come down today."

"What?" Harry's head snapped to Louis. "Louis, I'm freaking out!"

"No, no. Don't do that. Don't freak out."

"I'm freaking out! Shit, shit on it!"

"Harry, Harry, it's okay. Don't freak out."

"Stop saying that! I'm freaking out! Shit, fuck, bollocks-"

Louis cut him off with a burst of laughter. "God, you're adorable."

"Louis, I'm freaking out here, what's adorable about that?"

"Everything. Especially your little 'shit, fuck, bollocks'. Bless your cotton socks, come here."

Harry just looked exasperated, with his eyes wide and eyebrows raised in panic. Louis took it upon himself to step forwards and cuddle Harry himself.

"Louis, I'm freaking out." Harry repeated, but his words were muffled by Louis's shoulder.

"They're gonna love you. Honestly. I promise you."

"Will they be okay with like, you know, my clothes and stuff?"

"What? The more feminine stuff?"

"Yeah."

"Course they will. Lottie helped pick me out makeup and nail polish for you, and my mum is constantly trying to put makeup on me."

"Okay, I'm less freaky outy."

"Good. I can assure you my mum and sisters will adore you."

"Adore you." Harry repeated with a little laugh.

"Hm?" Louis hummed in confusion.

"It's the song I wrote. It's about you by the way."

"I should hope so." Louis chuckled, "that's so cute. Are you gonna tell me what the others are about now?"

"All the sad ones are about me and my lovely feelings. All the soppy, romantic ones are about you. 'She' is about me, but like, my feminine side kinda. You get me?"

"I get you. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me."

Harry took a deep breath, "do you wanna hear them at some point?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've got them all recorded. I can play and sing them for you as well but that's scarier."

"I would love to hear them babe."

"Babe." Harry repeated softly, nuzzling into Louis's shoulder further. "I love when you call me names like that."

Louis kissed Harry's temple, rubbing his back gently. "Mum and the girls will be here in about two hours. Anything you need to do?"

"Make them a cake!" Harry's eyes opened in realisation. "Any allergies? What can't they eat? What don't they like?"

"H, Harry, Harold, darling. You don't need to make them a cake."

"I want to. Or brownies?"

"Let's make brownies. I'll make them with you."

"Okay."

//

"You twat!" Harry gasped as Louis wiped brownie mix on Harry's cheek.

The brownies were now in the oven, but Louis had taken hold of the the bowl.

"Now now, that's not very nice, is it?" Louis grinned cheekily.

"It's not very nice that you put brownie on my face."

"It's not very nice that you didn't let me bake weed in the brownies."

"Louis, they're for your sisters and your mum."

"Precisely."

"Your youngest sisters are 17."

"Exactly, so they've most likely gotten high before. If they haven't I'm gonna have to rethink my brother skills."

"Louis William Tomlinson, what would your mother say?" Harry scolded.

Louis hesitated for a moment before putting on a high pitched voice, "Louis William Tomlinson! How dare you corrupt their innocent minds?"

Harry giggled at his shitty impersonation. "Exactly. Don't corrupt them. I'm gonna get changed."

"Is there time for a shower?" Louis checked the clock.

"Probably."

"Wanna join me?" Louis winked.

"Louis!" Harry blushed, shoving him lightly.

"Sorry, sorry." Louis laughed, "right I'll get changed as well. Wanna get changed with me?"

"Stop it." Harry flicked him.

Louis's smile stayed on his face as he kept his eyes trained on Harry's. "I love you."

"I love you." Harry kissed him lightly. "We should get changed."

"Yeah, you look like you've shat yourself."

"Piss off."

//

"Louis, they're outside. Louis I'm scared. Oh bollocks."

"Harry, calm down." Louis laughed.

"Bu- ah shit!" He cut himself off as someone knocked on the door.

Louis grabbed his face, kissing his forehead then his lips before going to open the door.

"Shit!" He heard an exclamation from the doorway as the voices of many people flooded through.

"Louis, not in front of the girls and Ernest!" A motherly voice rang out.

"Mum, the little cretins attacked me!" Louis protested.

Harry stood up as he saw the first person walk in.

Louis immediately made his way over to Harry. "Everyone, Harry. Harry, my mum, Ernest, Doris, Phoebe, Daisy, Lottie and Fizzy."

"Hello." Harry smiled shyly, his smile being returned with warm smiles and curious eyes.

"Hello." Jay returned kindly. "You're just as good looking than in the photos."

Louis flushed red, "mum." He groaned.

Harry just giggled, thanking her politely.

Within an instance it became slightly less awkward, everyone moving around and talking to eachother.

"So," Lottie began as she walked up to Harry, "you're the one who's won my brother's heart."

"I am." Harry returned with a smile.

"I like you already."

"I made you all brownies."

"You're better than my brother." She immediately said.

"He helped." Harry chuckled.

"You're still better. You have nicer clothes than him. Where did you get those trousers by the way? They're amazing."

"Thank you, I'll have to send you the link."

"That you will. Now go see Lou, I think he wants you to meet mum properly. He's doing those desperate eyes." She nodded towards him and sure enough he was.

"Oh, yeah okay. I'll see you in a minute. The brownies are on the kitchen side."

"Legend!" She called after him as she backed away into the kitchen.

Harry made his way over to Louis and Jay, Louis's arm immediately finding it's way around Harry's waist.

"So mother, this is Harry. I love Harry. Harry loves me. He's moving in and opening up a bakery." Louis stated formally.

"You didn't tell her any of this?" Harry turned to Louis in slight shock.

"I'm in as much shock as you are dear. Louis, you ought to tell your mother these things."

"I did in my dream."

"Of course." She muttered with a small smile and a roll of her eyes. "Well Harry, I suppose we'll be seeing you a lot more. As long as our Louis doesn't scare you off."

"Oh, he won't. He means too much to me."

"See mum, Harry is the sweetest ever."

His mum laughed, "from the very little time I've talked to you, it seems so."

"I've heard something about brownies." Phoebe popped her head over her mum's shoulder, looking at them both expectantly.

"They're on the kitchen side." Harry told her and she thanked him, offering a hand to shake before scurrying off.

"Don't get too high!" Louis shouted after her and Jay hit him lightly with the back of her hand. "You better not have put weed in them."

"Harry wouldn't let me." Louis pouted.

"Thank you Harry. Louis isn't the most responsible."

"I am." Louis argued.

"No you're not." Daisy chimed in.

Louis waited until his mum wasn't looking before sticking a middle finger up at Daisy. She fake gasped before repeating the action.

"Mum, Louis just swore at me!"

"She swore at me first!"

"You're going to have to get used to this." Jay sighed, but Harry could tell that she was perfectly fond of the family she had created.

"I don't mind. I don't mind at all."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"An older sister, yeah. Gemma. She's moving down south actually."

"Really? That's wonderful. It's so lovely that you'll have her down here. You may love Louis but I'm sure you'll want to escape from him sometimes." She said with a sparkle in her eye.

"Hey, that's rude." Louis frowned.

"I'm joking honey."

"I should hope so."

As the family settled down and Harry got acquainted with them all, Harry felt incredibly at ease. They were all so lovely, and all so accepting of Harry.