Prologue

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A/N: So this is the prologue, I keep writing things at school. I find this highly amusing. I’m trying to sound smart but failing miserably.

Year 2030

Harry walks into the lounge room to find his husband and his kids there, sitting and talking.

“I’m gonna tell you how I met your father.” He heard Louis, his husband (he never gets tired from calling him his husband even after 20 years together), say. Harry flushed red as he remembered the situation. Or in their case, situations.

“Do we have to?” George groaned, looking highly annoyed.

“Yes” Harry said, making them knowledge his present.

He walks up to then, pecks Louis softly on the lips, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach that never left since day one and sits next to him.

They groaned and Darcy said “if we want to know, we’ll look in the internet or something.”

“But there’s nothing like the first source!” Louis said, triumphantly. Looking very satisfied with himself.

Harry laughed at his husband and added “that and they do not know the whole story. There are a lot of sides to the story. And I don’t think your father will stop at our meeting.”

“You are correct, my love” Louis said, grinning at him and kissing him sloppily on the cheek.

George and Darcy groaned but relaxed into their seats nevertheless, readying themselves to hear a long story.

“It all started in 2009…”

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