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Kaia POV

"I... Um..." I stutter. "I don't know what to say."

"It's totally OK if you don't want to come," he says, though I can see the sadness in his eyes.

I bite my lip as I look around. It hasn't dawned on me that I was in a family toilet until this moment.

"Louis..." I say, though I didn't know what I was going to say after that.

"It would mean a lot to me if you did, Kai," Louis says. His eyes show a bit of desperation.

"But Louis..." I begin. "Do you really want me near your son? Your son with someone else, might I add?"

"Look, Kaia," he starts, sighing. "I love Freddie. And I need to see him. And I also love you. I think it would be right for two people I love to meet each other, don't you? I get it if you think it would be awkward but you were going to have to meet him at one point."

"I just don't know—" I lost what I was going to say.

"Hang on," Louis says, lowering himself down to the floor, to one knee.

"Louis?" I ask, cautiously. "What are you doing.

He reaches out for my hand. "Kaia Tyler," he starts. I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. "Would you make me the happiest man on earth..."

"Louis you're genuinely freaking me out right now."

"And come to Los Angeles with me and meet my son?"

I let out a breath of relief that I didn't know I was holding.

I let out a little laugh before finally nodding and saying, "Yes."

Louis stands up and hugs me tightly.

"Thank you so much," he whispers, earning a small smile from me.

"Of course."

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Liam POV

Around lunchtime Niall complained about being hungry (like always). He wanted Nando's so I agreed (because I was pretty hungry myself) and we drove off in the direction of the restaurant.

We sat down at our usual table (in the back corner) so we'd be away from the windows and possible paparazzi. And this table is always available for us because 1. most people enjoy sitting by the windows, and 2. the manager loves us and reserves it for us most of time (unless they're super packed and had to let someone sit there).

Soon enough, a waitress is over to our table. Her name tag reads Lizzy.

"Hello," she says, happily. "I'm Lizzy, I'll be your waitress today. Can I start you two lads off with some drinks?"

"I'll have a water, please," I say, Lizzy quickly writing it down.

"And for you?" She asks Niall, who seems to be thinking strongly about it.

"I think..." he says, stroking his chin in the most cliché thinking pose ever. "I'll have a coke today."

"Okay," our waitress says, scribbling it down on her notepad. "I'll be right back with those—"

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