Selectively Mute - Omega!Louis, Alpha!Harry, mpreg (#wattys2016)

Chapter Thirty-Three

EDITED

I don't really like this chapter, so good luck reading it!

But, I did love the Larry fluff in the last chapter!

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Harry and Louis didn't go to classes for the rest of the week, too obsessed with each other to do anything else except lie in bed together and maybe eat some food, if someone remembered about them and brought it up. On Saturday, when the three couples were in Harry's room, two couples sitting on the bed and Zayn and Perrie in his desk chair, Zayn asked about Louis' parents, which snapped him back into reality.

Louis sprung up from the bed and grabbed Harry's hand, trying to pull him into a standing position.

But, Harry shook his head and stayed seated, pulling Louis back to him, so that he stood between Harry's spread legs.

"Louis, move into the Pack House?" he asked.

Louis stood in shock for a second - knowing that sometime the question had to be asked because they were, obviously, now Mated but it still came as a shock - then numbly nodded. When he realised what was happening, he started smiling and giggling, falling into his arms.

"I'll take you to your house so you can get some of your things," Harry suggested.

Louis excitedly nodded, stepping back so that his Alpha could also stand.

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When Harry pulled up outside Louis' house, Louis quickly got out of the car, pointing to Harry then at the seat to tell him to wait there.

Harry sighed but nodded, relaxing into his seat.

Louis smiled and closed the door. He tried to prepare himself for the possibilities for when he walked into his house, calming his breathing.

He walked right in, closing the door quietly behind him. He listened intently for any sign of life in the house, creeping to the stairs.

There was no noise.

Slowly and carefully he stepped up the stairs on his tip toes, scurrying to his old bedroom. He grabbed a duffel bag, then walked around the room, grabbing some clothes and books, his small collection of CDs and DVDs, which he had saved so hard for. Any of his school books were also piled in.

Then, he took out his little shoebox of memories from under his bed. It included everything from school pictures, to certificates and medals he'd achieved, as well as his birth certificate. Anything that had a memory was put into the box. Most of the stuff in there, he had went rummaging in the bin to get back, when his 'parents' would automatically throw them out, like the pictures he had painted in Primary School or essays, which most parents would pin up on the fridge.

He zipped up the bag, saddened that everything that he actually wanted fitted into such a small space.

Throwing the strap over his shoulder, he crept over to his door again and closed it behind him. He softly padded to the stairs and tip toed down them, expertly missing the creaky left side of the sixth step.

Even though he just wanted to get out of there, he wanted to be at least civil and decided to write his parents a note, telling them where he was going.

However, as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, where he would be able to grab paper and a pen, he was stopped, frozen, in the door.

There his parents were, sitting casually at the kitchen table, arms crossed over their chests and staring daggers at him.

Louis gasped and took a step back, wanting to aim for the front door, but his father stopped him.

"And where the Hell have you been?" Cyril gritted out.

Louis opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.

His mother sighed, disgusted. "You're still going on with this mute act?"

Louis slowly nodded - what else could he do?

"Where you going with the bag?" he finally asked.

Louis again pointed over his shoulder.

"I've had enough, just get out of my sight," Sylvia snapped, turning her head away in disgust, a scowl on her face.

"You little shit, upsetting your mother," he whispered harshly. He slowly started to rise from the table, but Louis took that as his chance to turn and run out the front door. 

He ran over to where Harry was waiting, opening the door and jumping in, pulling the bag onto his lap. He slapped Harry's thigh repeatedly, because he was taking so damn long to get the bloody car started and pull away from the curb.

Finally, they were far enough away that Louis relaxed into his seat and threw the bag into the backseat. He pulled his knees up to his chest and set his chin on them.

"What's wrong, Louis?"

Louis shook his head, placing a fake smile on his face.

"They did something, right?" he asked, knuckles turning white with how tight his fingers were curled around the steering wheel.

Louis shook his head again, but whimpered.

Harry sighed and placed his hand softly on top of his thigh. "It's okay, my little Omega, you're never going to see them again. You're with me now."

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