Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

S e v e n t y - t h r e e

I Should've Known

"Your dad told me something interesting." He starts off without even greeting him. Harry nods, "hmm, what is it?"

"That you're pregnant?"

Harry knew this was gonna happen. He tells his dad the big news then he probably wouldn't shut up about it.

Knowing his dad, he must have let his big mouth run on about his pregnancy in every business meeting he had from that day on. He knew he wouldn't really directly tell Tom about it, but it must have reached him somehow—because...people talk.

Harry was supposed to be the one to break the news to Tom. He needed time and the right words to do so. It was supposed to be THEIR moment.

And now, Tom is shocked and confused—which is what Harry never wanted when he'd reveal his pregnancy to his boyfriend.

Harry was expecting it to be a special revelation, but he had no choice but to reveal it this way since he probably couldn't hide it for much longer.

Harry exhales heavily, "hmm, yes. I am."

Harry grins at him, "Congrats. You're going to be a daddy." He says, but Tom's expression falters—which Harry hasn't expected.

"Harry, are you serious—are you not joking?" Tom asks him, his face with an unreadable expression.

Harry suddenly feels his hands get clammy. He's not sure if Tom is happy about it or not, and it makes him nervous. He doesn't want to deal with this alone.

"No—no, I'm not joking." Harry continues, licking his lower lip out of habit.

"We're going to be parents. Aren't you happy?" Harry then asks with hopeful eyes.

Tom looks to the side and bitterly laughs.

"I should've known." He says.

Should've known what? Harry looks at him, confused.

"Huh?" Harry then holds his tummy as he stares at his boyfriend on the screen.

"I—I didn't do it with you that night. We never did." Tom confesses. He has his hands gripping his hair as he stares to the side. "I should've fucking known. Fuck."

Harry is frozen in place.

"I'm not a fucking idiot. I remember the things that I do when I get drunk. Do you think that—a heavy drinker like me wouldn't get used to it by now?" Tom yells, staring aggressively at Harry. He swears that if Tom were in front of him, he'd probably be torn apart by the looks of it.

Harry still doesn't move or say anything. He just couldn't do it.

"I went home—pissed drunk and horny. I just jacked off while you were sleeping." Tom explains, looking at Harry in a disappointing manner. "Fucking answer me right now or I'm telling dad." Tom yells again.

"Did you cheat on me? After all this time—you fucking whore!" He pounds his hand on the desk.

Harry is in the verge of crying. His chest tightening by the second. Without thinking, he slams the laptop shut, abruptly ending the call between Tom and him.