Help me. | l.s. (mpreg) [Book 1]

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The rest of the day Louis spent his time with working on a few things and in the evening he had a therapy session with Dr. Jenkins. He was miserable and tense already because Harry was angry with him and the session was a hard one once again. He felt better when he left the building, but he dreaded going home and dealing with everything alone not wanting to annoy Harry even more with his issues if he wasn't about to forgive him soon. Harry had told him to not talk to him today, but he wanted to make it up to him anyway- not because he needed his support and a shoulder to cry on- and as a start for his apology he wanted to get him some flowers so he stopped at the florist and bought a big bouquet.

When he arrived at home he heard Harry rummaging around in the kitchen so he took a deep breath and clutched onto the flowers before stepping into the room.

"Hey, darling." He said carefully. Harry glanced up at him from where he was just kneeling on the ground scrubbing the tiles when he had accidentally spilt the contents of Charlie's bottle before he stood up and pressed his hands on his hips.

"What's this?" He pointed to the flowers without moving a muscle on his face.

"I wanted to apologise." Louis said and reached the flowers out to him.

Harry took them with squinted eyes before he stepped on the trash opener and let them fall inside of the bin without breaking eye contact with Louis. Louis had already guessed it so he wasn't really surprised, but it stung in his heart anyway.

"Baby, please-" He tried, but Harry just held his hand up stopping him.

"I told you to leave me alone for today and I'm really tired so I'm going to bed now." He said expressionless before leaving the room without another glance.

Louis sighed deeply and steadied himself on the counter letting his head hang low. He had really fucked up- again- and he needed to think of something to make up for it. Hopefully Harry would talk to him tomorrow and accept his apology when he would just try harder. He went to the living room and started thinking of possible ways to make it up to him which was good because by occupying himself he didn't think about the therapy session and how shit he was feeling because of it. 

Eventually his thoughts went back to the conversation with Dr. Jenkins where he was talking about Charlie and his family and if he would be ready seeing Charlie as his family now. To answer this question he had to make a time jump into his past which had triggered him extremely now that he managed to get at least a bit closer to Charlie. The more he allowed himself to make a step towards being a proper father and acknowledging his son the more he feared the further steps.

Louis' chest tightened as he sat in the dark living room and he couldn't bear it anymore. He had to talk to someone, he had to talk to Harry. But he resisted. He could wait until tomorrow. Yes, he would talk to Harry tomorrow, if he would wake him up now because of that he would probably kill him for real. Instead he texted Zayn that he wasn't feeling so well- because he had promised him to always tell him- but that he would talk to Harry and then he was sure that everything would be fine.

When Louis was almost falling asleep in front of the tv for the third time already he took a look at the clock to see that it was already half past two. He rubbed his hands over his face and got up stretching his sore limbs and yawning before he went upstairs eager to get some proper sleep.

Quietly, he went to the bathroom to get ready for the night before he went back to the bedroom and slid into bed. Harry had occupied half of his side as usual but he didn't even move or wake up when Louis gently pushed him over so he could lay down. Automatically Harry's arm flung over Louis' stomach and he snuggled against his hot body.

"Sweet dreams, baby." Louis whispered with a kiss to his head well aware that Harry didn't hear him.

Louis got ripped out of his sleep when Charlie's screams were blaring through the room. He snapped his eyes open and pressed his hands over his ears cringing. He hated that. He waited for Harry to groan and get up to take care of him, but he didn't move a millimeter as he was sleeping too deep. He was exhausted from their actions in bed, not to mention that he could barely sleep because of Charlie so it was just a matter of time until his body shut off completely and he didn't even wake up when his son was crying- much to Louis' horror.