Baby Heaven's in your Eyes

Chapter 1

Warnings: language, sexual content, mentions of self harm, strong religious beliefs and snobby attitude

Louis Tomlinson woke up five minutes before his alarm clock was meant to go off that Friday morning. It may have been a pure coincidence, or it may have been due to the fact that he had that art history test today which he was going to pass with flying colors.

He didn't like to brag (yes, he actually kind of did), but he had been 'student of the year' ever since he came to St. Mark's Private School in year 1. Now he was in his last year of school, ready to graduate and go to University in London to study economics like his father, and then take up the family business.

His father was the CEO of the biggest investment company in England and his mother was the best lawyer in England. They got married a year before Louis was born and moved from London to Doncaster, where his father's business took off. They bought a big mansion and gave birth to five more girls and a boy. They were also a big part of the Christian community in his town. They went to church every Sunday, where his parents were big donors, just like they were to his school.

So you could say everything Louis had was thanks to his parents. And he didn't mind. He liked being spoiled, he liked being envied by his classmates and wanted by all the girls in his school. Of course, no matter how many girls wanted him, he'd always stay loyal to his girlfriend since year 7, Eleanor Calder. She was third best in his year, right after his best friend Liam Payne.

The three of them had big plans for the future; graduate on top of their class, move to London and study at Oxford.

The constant ringing of his alarm clock snapped Louis out of his daydreaming and he sighed as he slapped his palm against the top of it. He rolled out of bed before he went straight to the mirror to see if any kind of impurities appeared on his face over night.

If he was the perfect student and son, he had to be perfect in looks to. The only thing he didn't like about himself was his tummy and thick, woman thighs. His mother had hired a personal trainer a year ago, when things 'started getting out of control with his eating habits'. To be honest, it wasn't his fault that his parents (his parents' chef to be more exact) put five different kinds of food every day on the table.

He turned sideways and placed a hand on his tummy, which was still here no matter what. He sucked in, because that way his stomach seemed somewhat flat. He sighed and let the air out before he went into his dressing to pick out his shirt for the day. He had gotten a whole new wardrobe one month ago, right before school had started.

It pretty much consisted of button-up shirts, blazers, Tommy Hilfiger V-necks, tight jeans and suspenders. His shoes varied from TOMS to converse (which he rarely wore) and his formal dress shoes that were part of his uniform.

After he had finished washing up and dressing up, he grabbed his already packed backpack and walked down the two long flights of marble stairs. He found his family already at the dining table; waiting for him so they could say their prayer before they began eating. He sat down next to Lottie and dropped the bag at the foot of the chair, before putting his hands together.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?" his mother asked, looking at him from across the table.

"Um, I don't think so, no." Louis answered as he cut his scrambled eggs. "Why?"

"Your dad and I have a party to attend in London tonight, so Elena will most probably come over to stay the night."

Elena was their babysitter ever since Louis was a little kid, and even though he could perfectly take care of himself at his age, the girls still needed supervision and Louis couldn't be bothered with them.