Come In With The Rain

chapter fourteen

 Louis's POV

I was pacing again, staring at the clock. 6:30. The sun had gone down by now and I wrapped my scarf tighter around me. I wanted to check on Ariana but I didn't think I could. I had to. I should, shouldn't I? I think so. I slipped on some old Vans and walked across the hall. I'd never noticed but the walls had little flower designs on them and the carpet was worn down in the middle like a trail. Next thing I knew I was face to face with Harry. His forehead was wrinkled and he looked tired. I didn't know what to say and I felt slightly guilty to add to it. "Umm..eh, hi." "What do you want," somehow he did not look pleased to see me, more like he was trying to melt me where I stood. "I just wanted to check on her," I gestured behind him. "I think you should go." He stood there sternly blocking my way. "Excuse me?" "Go. Home." "Not until I see her," my voice was rising and I was almost in an all out shout. I needed to calm down, it occurred to me he didn't know, I couldn't give everything away I promised. A promise of the damned I guess. I took in a deep breathe just as I saw her come around the corner. Her eyes were red and her hair was in a mess. "It's okay Lou, I'm fine," her voice was a croak. "Are you sure?" It really bothered me to see her cry. "Positive, go home, please," her eyes were the only thing that could've ever made me turn around, they were sure and strong, "I'll talk to you later." "Ok." I spun around and shut the door to my room. After about fifteen minutes I could hear them arguing. Loud enough that I could hear every muffled word. It was about the baby. I wouldn't have guessed anything else I suppose. He didn'twant a baby right now, his career was just starting up. He wanted her to have an abortion and she wouldn't have that. "Pro-life," I whispered to just myself, chuckling. I was kind of glad she wanted to keep the baby, it was my one piece of her I'd get to have. The yelling stopped at about three a.m. Nearly four hours of bickering. How much was there to talk about an unborn child? Apparently a lot. It was nearly four when she stumbled in throwing open the door. I should seriously lock that. Her face was red but she walked straight up to me full of confidence. Ariana planted her lips right on mine. "I- what," I mumbled. What the hell was going on. She didn't answer as she sat on my lap pressing harder. Eventually I summed up the willpower to pull away from her. "What the hell?!" I noticed tears were running down her cheeks. "I-I-I," she burst into tears. I pulled her into me letting her rest her face on my shoulder like a small child. "Shhh," I hushed at her. "What's wrong?" "He doesn't want the baby," she was hick-upping fiercely and her words came out jumbled. "He what," I was sure he would want it. "He said its too early, he, he said." "Give it time babe, he'll come around." "I don't know." She started bawling again, pushing her face into my shoulder. I saw him through the open door then. I couldn't tell how long Harry had been standing there but he didn't look angry just sad. I was sure he hadn't seen her kissing me, just the tears. He walked back to their flat and I propped her up so we were looking eye to eye. "Go back to your room," I was trying to be stern but I sounded pathetic. "What," she looked confused and hurt. "Talk to him, I think this time he'll understand." I didn't know if this was true but I just wanted her happy again, like this morning. She shook her head and stood up on wobbly feet shuffling out the door. Before she closed it she turned, looking at me. "Thank you," I didn't know for what, I'd only caused her problems since I'd met her. She turned closing the door softly behind her.