Unexpected Love - Larry Stylinson AU (Mpreg)

27.

Louis;

"Hello Louis."

Josh stood high and mighty in my own training gym. I couldn't believe my eyes, why the hell had Stan allowed him in? He stood face to face with me, his eyes glazed over. I saw Stan stroll towards us out the corner of my eye, my gaze dropped from Josh to Stan. 

"Stan." I stated, angrily. Stan sighed. 

"Louis, please." I gritted my teeth, breathing heavily. "He's just here to train, he's promised no drama." 

"And you believe him?" I scoffed loudly. "Why can't he train in his own gym, away from me?" 

"Mike has lost his gym. He no longer is a trainer, Josh came to me personally. Applauded the work I did with you." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. 

"I don't believe you, you are so naive." I looked at Josh and growled. "Just stay out my way!" 

I walked off towards the changing rooms, I opened the door and strolled through. I placed my bag down on the bench and began changing. I began wrapping my hands when the door creaked open. My head shot up, my eyes meeting the deep green ones I'd come to love. 

"Harry?" I questioned, shocked that he would step foot into the gym. He walked through the door and over to me. He took the bandage out of my hand and began finishing what I had started. "What are you doing? Where's Belle?" 

"Zayn's got her. I'm here to help you." Harry smiled, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands dancing over mine as he subconsciously dressed my hands. I just stared at Harry, confusion taking over me. Why would he come help me do the one thing he hates me doing? I couldn't even speak to ask him why, the video footage playing over and over in my mind. He needs more help than me, I shouldn't be here; I should be helping him...at home. "Louis, are you okay?" 

I nodded, still unable to speak. Harry finished taping my hands up, his hands left mine, the cold air nipping at my fingers. I sighed sadly at the loss of contact, my mind racing. Harry began unpacking stuff I need from my bag, strategically placing them on the bench. 

"Harry stop." My voice a whisper, going unnoticed by Harry. "Please." 

"HARRY WILL YOU STOP!" I shouted. Harry jumped slightly, dropping my water bottle on the floor. The plastic echoing through the room. I ran my hands over my face and entangled them in my hair, pulling forcefully. Harry's hands wrapped around my wrist, engulfing them. He pulled my hands away from my hair and held them to his chest. 

"What's going on Louis?" Harry asked, dropping my hands down to my side. 

"I went to speak to Zayn." Harry's face dropped, his body stiffened. "He showed me..." I paused. "The video." 

"Oh." Harry sighed, sitting down on the bench. "I don't know why he showed it you. I told him to delete it ages ago." 

"He says that's the worst you've ever been, is it?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. Harry's fist clenched, grabbing his jeans. 

"Are you fucking serious Louis?" Harry growled through gritted teeth. 

"I'm just asking Harry, trying to get things into my head...to help. You told me I needed to know what to do if it got bad again." I crouched down in front of Harry, taking his hands into mine. "So, I did. I'm trying to help you Harry, please let me." 

"I know but it's hard Lou." Harry's grasp became stronger, like he was holding on for dear life. 

"I know Haz." I admitted. "Trust me, I know." 

Harry looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. I let go of one of his hands, allowing myself to wipe the tears from his cheeks. He lent his head towards my touch, smiling softly. I can't believe the hurt this beautiful person has been through, the hate, the mental health. I adore this man more than anything and if there is anything I can do to bring him back to the top then I will find it and do it. 

Harry; 

"Louis, I'm sorry." I sighed, lowering my head towards the floor. 

"The video, it's the reason you've never got changed in front of me isn't it? You don't want me to see the scar." Louis' voice softened towards the end of his sentence. I bit my lip and nodded. My scar was nothing compared to his but it still hurts to see it. I couldn't bare to look at it myself let alone show it to anyone else. I can't believe that I nearly killed myself, leaving my baby girl with no parents at all. 

"It was the worst I'd ever been. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was 2 days after Annabelle was born. She wouldn't stop crying, I didn't know what to do. Zayn was out, shopping. I'd gone to the fridge, saw Zayn's beer, took it upon myself to have one. It wouldn't hurt right?" Louis just sat in front of me, no expression on his face. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "How naive I was to think just one would help, numb whatever I was feeling but it wasn't. I kept going back for more. By the time Zayn got home I was 7 bottles deep." I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I was upstairs in the bathroom, sat on the floor with the knife in hand. I heard Zayn shouting for me and his footsteps approaching. He opened the door, saw me, sat about to end it. End it all, he took his phone out his pocket, began recording. At the time I obviously didn't know why, it makes sense now when I think about it. He needed to prove to me how bad I was, I needed help Lou." 

"I know." 

"The things I said to him were awful, I was a horrible person. I still am." I admitted, tears beginning to fall again. 

"That's not true Harry and you know it. I don't want you to ever think that about yourself. You are kind, caring, beautiful and the most amazing dad to that gorgeous little girl." Louis lifted my chin with his finger, my eyes locked with his. "You listen to me Harry, you will never ever feel like this again and I am going make sure of it. I will look after you anyway I can and that is the biggest promise I will ever make." A croaked sobbed escaped my mouth, my head dropped. I couldn't help it, I felt so weak. Weaker than I'd ever felt before. I felt Louis wrap his arms around me, holding me as tight as he could. He placed a light kiss on my forehead before standing up. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. 

"Louis?" I asked, wiping my face. 

"Yes?" 

"Tell me...about you?" I paused, sighing heavily. "Your past." 

"Soon, I promise." Louis said with a sad look on his face. "Come on then if you want to help me." 

Louis practically ran out of the changing rooms causing me to chuckle lightly. I picked up his water bottle off the floor and followed him out. Louis stood in front of one of the punching bags ready to start. I strolled over, standing the other side of the bag. I placed my hands on the red fabric, holding it steady. Louis began throwing punches, in a pattern. Left, right, left. The concentration on his face was the cutest thing I'd ever seen. 

I felt the presents of someone behind me. His thick accent lingering in the air. 

"Hello sweet-cheeks." Josh pecked my cheek, Louis face blazed with anger. "I've missed you." 

That was the last thing I heard before the room went black.