A New View: Larry Stylinson. (third book)

Chapter Two.

-Louis' POV- (A Little Less Than Four Years Later)

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Hillary and Hollis! Happy birthday to you!" Everyone sang as the two now-four-year-olds grinned and stared at the cakes.

Hillary's cake had Littlest Pet Shop stuff all over it, while Hollis' had Spider-Man.

"Daddy!" Hillary giggled. "Can we eat cake now?!"

"Of course, princess!" Harry answered, smiling.

"Me too!" Hollis giggled, his long curls flouncing as be bounced in his chair.

"Father!" Hillary squealed as I cut the cake.

I honestly have no idea why she calls me father. It's so formal. I mean, Hollis calls me Dad. I kissed her forehead and smiled.

"Hollis! You want some cake?!" Mum cooed.

Hollis nodded like crazy and I placed a piece of cake in front of Hillary, then cut his.

"Mmmm!" Hillary grinned. "This yummy!"

"Yeah!" Hollis agreed, his face already covered in red and blue icing.

"Presents soon?" Harry suggested.

"Presents!" Hillary squealed. She was definitely louder than Hollis, who was quiet and reserved. He kept to himself a lot.

"Bug, come here!" Harry said excitedly. "You get a present first since Bean got cake first."

Hollis jumped down and ran into Harry's arms, smiling widely. He had Harry's smile.

"Okay. Open this box, Holl." I told him, handing him a box with blue wrapping paper.

I watched as he sat on Harry's lap and tore it open.

"TWAIN!" He yelled, taking a big train out of the box. "TOE-MISS!"

He absolutely adored Thomas the Train. It was cute, really.

"Okay! Bean!" I handed her a bright pink box.

Her face lit up as she pulled out her gift. It was a baby doll, complete with ginger hair and honey brown eyes. "Daddy! Father!"

I laughed at her enthusiasm.

"It's so pretty, isn't it, Hayden?" Hillary asked, turning away from us.