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#the one with the manny the french maid and the boss
softcherubhips · 4 years
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F • R • I • E • N • D • S (with benefits):
pilot 1x1 - "The One with The Manny, The French Maid and The Boss"
Intro written by the lovely C. @cgg3913
[A chaotic AU where Harry is a white wine socialite housewife and part time model, Louis is still a millionaire, chart-topping musician, Niall is their Manny, Liam’s their hot-beyond-all-reason personal trainer and Zayn is a model/photographer and full time slutty little nightmare person!]
When he was fifteen, Harry Styles had fallen hopelessly and madly in love. And truth be told, he had never fully recovered. It didn’t matter that Louis was two years older and in no way interested in being “out” while still in school.
When Louis had turned 18, he went to audition for X-Factor. And he made it through, which had meant moving to the judges’ houses and leaving Harry behind. They’d then grown up separately, Harry graduating and moving to London to pursue his now shockingly successful modeling career. Louis had gone on to be immensely famous and Harry would see him on TMZ and in tabloids, rubbing elbows with female underwear models he knew from work and actresses and singers, always playing the role of the prolific womanizer and yet - somehow - the private and sensitive songwriter who didn’t like to discuss his private life.
Louis had just turned twenty-one when the bombshell dropped; he was a father. Harry could remember physically feeling his heart break as he read the headlines.
A girl from Scotland had been killed in a car crash, beautiful and tall with curly hair so brown it was almost black. Stunning with green eyes. And she had left behind a two year old son, whose birth certificate touted famous British musician Louis Tomlinson as his father.
According to the tabloids, he’d had no idea. They’d dated for a bit before he even officially won X-Factor, her role having simply been a girl working in the wardrobe department. In high school, Louis had always been defiant in his insistence that he was not gay. Perhaps, Harry thought upon seeing the photos of Louis suddenly out and about with his brand new toddler, this was true. The child, named Deacon, looked just like Louis.
Shimmering blue eyes, a mischievous little smile and perpetually unkempt brown hair sticking in every direction. It had to be his kid. Maybe Harry was just a phase, a teenage experiment.
It wasn’t until some industry party six years ago, when Harry had watched as his fellow supermodel and part time photographer, Zayn, had waltzed past with a famous Donny singer on his arm, that Harry had seen Louis again for the first time in forever. He was here. Based on his behavior with Zayn, he definitely wasn’t straight. And yet, he left the party with Harry and the two had never looked back.
Time had passed so quickly: dating, moving in together with Louis’s son, getting engaged, having Harry’s daughter via the world’s most amazing surrogate - and their wedding.
Their fifth anniversary coincided with their daughter Toby’s birth, the husbands having received the news that their surrogate was in labor while furiously making out in they newlywed limo.
She’d been born six weeks early, the new husbands exchanging their opulent honeymoon suite, champagne and room service for NICU visits and consultations with doctors and nurses. But she was five now and perfectly fine - Harry’s immaculate October Moonbeam Tomlinson - or, as Louis preferred, Toby Luna. Named after the moment they’d discovered their surrogate was officially “pregnant.” Harry and Louis intoxicated in their Halloween costumes, crying and waking up their four-year-old son to tell him he was going to be a big brother and having family ice cream in the kitchen at midnight. Their skylight sending streams of moonlight into the room, solidifying everything.
And since then, everything had been almost perfect, even now as Harry slid into a bath, mentally preparing for tomorrow. He would be dropping Toby off at his mother’s house for a week-long stay, coinciding with Deacon’s second trip to summer camp. After Anne’s week was up, Toby would stay with Jay for a week as well before returning back to the husbands.
They would have two weeks of kid-free debauchery once the sun went down tomorrow - and Harry couldn’t wait.
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