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

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The day after the events at their house Harry got ready to go to the hospital to visit Louis. Zayn had gone over to their house to grab clothes for him and packed a hospital bag for Louis while Liam prepared breakfast for all of them.

"Are you alright, Haz?" Liam asked as he was standing in front of the stove cooking scrambled eggs and bacon.

Harry glanced up from where he was just feeding Charlie sitting at the counter.

"I'm not sure to be honest. I don't know if I will ever feel secured in the house again." Harry mumbled.

"Kyle will be locked away as soon as he leaves the hospital so he can't do anything anymore. But I understand you. Maybe it's better for all of you if you sell the house and move." Liam said thoughtfully.

"I don't know if I can do this to Louis." Harry frowned.

In that moment Zayn appeared in the kitchen and sat down next to Harry shooting him a smile. Liam placed a mug with coffee in front of him.

"What do you mean?" Liam wondered.

"Lou had put so much effort in the renovation of the house and the spa area and stuff and I don't want him to give up all of this. I have messed up his life enough." Harry said with slumped shoulders. He put the now empty bottle down and burped Charlie before rubbing his belly as the boy got comfortable in his father's arms.

"Haz, what are you talking about?" Liam frowned. "You are the best thing that could happen to him. You gave him a family." He said with emphasis. "He won't give a fuck about the house when you tell him you don't feel safe there."

"Liam, language." Zayn reminded half-heartedly. "But he's right, H. Don't overthink everything just because that happened now. Of course that was a horrible experience, but neither you nor Louis are to blame for it. And if you don't want to live there anymore I am one hundred percent sure Louis will buy a house right away and arrange that you move within a day without even thinking twice about it. He can also renovate your new house where you don't have to be reminded of Kyle anymore."

"I don't know. I have to talk to Louis about it, I guess." Harry mumbled.

The doorbell rang and Zayn quickly got up and a minute later Niall rushed inside and instantly went over to Harry and embraced him in his arms careful to not hurt Charlie.

"God, Harry. Are you alright?" He asked worried.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Harry smiled slightly.

"Fuck, I was so worried oh my god. I will kill this son of a bitch!" Niall exclaimed angrily.

"Make that two." Liam muttered.

"I'd say make that three, but someone needs to be responsible here." Zayn said jokingly and that caused Harry to laugh. That had been the plan.

"Thank you guys. But right now I don't care about him. I just want Louis to get better." Harry said.

"He will be up and about again in no time, don't worry H." Liam smiled.

Harry shot him a thankful smile and then they all ate breakfast together quickly before Harry got dressed and left the house with Charlie in his carrier. He went over to their property but paused in his steps when he took a look at their house. It looked peaceful and inconspicuous, not showing any signs of what had happened in there last night and a cold shiver ran down Harry's spine.

He tightened his grip on the carrier and hurried over to the garage. Thankfully Zayn had grabbed the keys for the Range Rover when he was over earlier so he didn't have to get into the house to grab them. As soon as Harry secured Charlie in the car he got in himself and drove off the property as fast as he could.