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

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Four chapters left, I guess :(

The following weeks Louis got closer to Charlie step by step without having to think of the youth welfare office taking him away, so he could entirely concentrate on building up a relationship with his son. His therapy was going great and Harry supported him wherever he could. They spent every free minute together as a family and when they needed time for themselves Maria took Charlie or the boys volunteered to watch him.

Harry told Maria about their- or better Louis'- idea of building a guest house where she could live and after a lot of tears of joy and hugs and reassuring that it was really fine, she accepted and not even an hour later Louis made a few calls and hired a building Company to start with the construction the following month.

By now Louis had no struggle with having Charlie on his arm anymore, he even sometimes fed him and changed his nappy but Harry was still a bit cautious and didn't want him to be overwhelmed so he was always checking up on him, how he was feeling and if he was alright. Louis appreciated his consideration and concern of him having a relapse but after a month of always being observed he got a bit annoyed. He couldn't spend time with Charlie without feeling Harry's cautious gaze on him and it was driving him crazy.

"Harry, can you stop it already?" Louis snapped one day when he was just laying Charlie down for a nap.

Harry was standing in the doorway watching Louis carefully as the older one spun around and glared at him.

"What did I do?" He asked innocently, looking at Louis like a deer caught in the headlights.

"That! I'm not going to have a breakdown, okay? So stop watching my every move when I just get near Charlie. I am very well capable of taking care of him without your gaze boring into my back every fucking second." Louis huffed and after a kiss to Charlie's forehead he stomped past Harry- who had his mouth open in surprise- and went downstairs.

Harry gathered himself quickly and followed Louis with fast steps. He caught up to him when Louis was just entering the kitchen.

"Lou, I don't want to supervise you or anything, I just...I don't want you to overestimate yourself again and lose the great connection you have  with Charlie right now." Harry tried in a soft tone, but Louis just spun around to him with a scowl on his face.

"But you're not making it better, Harry! Why can't you just let me be for once and do my own fucking thing? You act like I can't do shit and always correct me if I'm not doing anything like you want to and it's getting on my fucking nerves! I know how to fucking change a nappy, I know how to feed him correctly and I fucking know which toys he likes most! I don't know if you realised but I have also been there since he was born and just because I couldn't actively take care of him doesn't mean I didn't get all of these things! I listened and I kept those things in mind for when I'd be capable of converting them which I can by now, so don't fucking act like you are the fucking super-mum and I'm just some unexperienced idiot!" By the end Louis was shouting and Harry's face fell. His lip quivered and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"I-I'm sorry..." He whispered out and averted his eyes to the ground as he moved a step back. "I d-didn't know that y-you were feeling t-this way. I...I just...I'm sorry, I won't, uhm, get in your way again." He had trouble talking without bursting out crying. "I'm sorry." He whispered barely audible.

He moved back once more as he bit his bottom lip to suppress a sob when he felt the first tear running down his cheek. He just wanted to get away to spare himself even more embarrassment- because Louis was right. He was really acting like he knew everything and Louis knew nothing, but only because he was so proud to be the one teaching him something for once and showing him that he was handling everything well so he could be proud of him. He never meant to make Louis feel like a failure, that was the last thing he wanted.