Isn't She Lovely (h.s)

Chapter 30

Louis

This was it, this was the moment I'd been waiting for the last three months. Harry sat down across the table from me, a far-off look in his normally bright green eyes. Something was going on with him, I know him well enough by now to know when something's on his mind.

"H-Harry? You alright there, mate?" I chuckled cautiously, waving a hand in front of his glazed over eyes. His head snapped up to meet my tired gaze. He shook his head a few times and coughed, tearing his eyes away from mine.

"I'm fine." He snapped at me, and I jumped from the acid tone of his voice. Damn, what crawled up his briefs this morning? Something was on his mind. He ran his hands through his curls and sighed loudly. I reached a hand out to touch his hand cautiously.

"Harry?" I lowered my tone. He looked up at me from under his long lashes and his harsh gaze softened. He looked so, so... not himself. He no longer looked like his cheeky, nineteen year old self. He looked old beyond his years. In only nine months or so he's grown up so much...

Is that what was going to happen to me? Was I going to have to grow up to become the adult everyone expected from me? My worries about growing up were attacking me from the inside out as I thought about this.

 Growing up... 

I was going to be the one that a child depended on for the next eighteen years of his or her life. I-I don't know what to do. I feel my shoulders start to shake but I swallow the growing lump in my throat. I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Now it's Harry's turn to snap me out of my dream world.

"Louis, what'd you wanna talk you." It came out as more of a demand than a question, but it didn't really matter. The butterflies in my stomach were erupting like a volcano of nerves and suddenly I became very short of breath. I felt like I was going to vomit. What if he laughed at me? What if he thought I was being childish?

"Louis? Louis!" My head snapped back up to meet his big green eyes.

"What did you want to tell me?"

"Oh... yeah, umm.."

I ran a shaking hand through my light brown hair and moved my gaze down to the wooden table. Suddenly the initials carved into the glossy wood became very interesting to me and I started scratching at them with my thumb.

"Harry, I-I..." I had no idea how to tell him, or ask him what to do for that matter.

"Something, something big has come up and... well, I just.." I sighed in frustration.

"I think I've made a mistake, I don't think I'm ready..." A look of confusion crossed his face and it was obvious that he didn't understand. I opened my mouth to speak again when I was cut off.

"Louis just tell me what's going on! I don't have time for guessing games, I have my own problems to deal with right now, so if you're just going to sit there and mess with me I don't have the time." I was completely taken aback by Harry's reaction. What was going on with him today?

I felt the anger bubbling up inside me at his words. I asked him to come here because I wanted to tell him the truth; I needed to tell him the truth. I wanted him to help me, but obviously he was too self-absorbed to listen to someone else's problems for a change. I knew this wasn't like him; he'd never said anything like this to me before...

"Harry, " I just chuckled and shook my head in disbelief. How could he possibly be talking like this to me? He had no idea what I was feeling right now, he was too into his own problems to listen to me.

"You know what, nevermind. It's not important. Obviously you have bigger problems to deal with." I spat at him coldly as I pushed back my chair roughly. Harry's eyes softened when he saw how his words had cut me.

"Louis, I didn't mean-"

"Save it Harry. I know exactly what you meant." I grabbed my drink and spun on my heels, out the door as Harry called my name behind me. The twinkle of the bell over the door sounded as I slammed it open and ran out. What could have been so damn important that he had to be so cold?

I quickly jumped into my car and drove back to mine and El's flat silently. I couldn't help the fresh tears that ran down my cheeks. As I continued to drive, my mind started wandering. I started imagining the future; the birth of our baby boy (call it father's intuition, but I just had a feeling it would definitely be a boy), the day El and I say 'I do' as our little man stands behind me, clutching my leg. I could just picture our little boy; bright blue eyes like mine, El's soft features, and beautiful chocolate brown, wispy hair. He'd be loud like me, but have El's soothing, sweet voice. And man, would he be spoiled. This baby is going to get whatever he wants; from me at least. I'll never be able to say no to him. I know El will, and she'll make fun of me for being such a pushover, but I don't care. I just want El and our little man to be happy. And I quickly came to the realization that it was okay to be scared, hell it was even okay to feel like the world's worst father, because I'd always have El to tell me otherwise. As long as our little one was safe, happy, and loved, I wouldn't fail as a parent.

As I pulled into the garage, I couldn't help but notice the stupid smile that was playing on my lips. Shaking my head, I got out of the car and locked the door. I practically ran up the front steps to the house we shared, forgetting all of today's events with Harry in the process. Once I reached the front door, I jammed the key into the lock and practically fell into the entryway when the door opened under my weight.

"Babe, Is that you?" I heard Eleanor call from our bedroom down the hall. A stupid grin broke out across my face and I jogged down the hallway to our room. My smile widened as I laid eyes on my beautiful girlfriend lying sprawled out on our bed, book on lap. I threw myself on the bed beside her and wrapped my arms around her stomach as I pressed a kiss to the exposed flesh below her raised tee shirt. She giggled and I looked up into those beautiful eyes of hers.

"I love you, Louis Tomlinson." I smiled and hugged her tighter.

"I love you too, Eleanor Calder." She smiled softly and I pressed a kiss to her barely rounded stomach.

"And I love you too, Baby."