Larry One Shots

3. No Reason

TRIGGER WARNING

It was a normal Saturday for the Tomlinsons, they were having picnic in the park with tons of things to eat. Sandwiches, cookies, cupcakes and even some salad. They were sat quietly on their blanket in the grass enjoying the sun. Harry had their half year old son Timmy, in his knee playing with his small feet. Louis were watching them with a small smile and thinking about how lucky he was to have them both in his life. Harry looked over at Louis with the biggest smile he's ever seen. Harry had always wanted a kid and now he finally got one and could be happier. Louis reached over to grab Timmy's little hand and shake it gently.

"Hi Tim, is your dada being nice to you?" He said with a baby voice. Timmy only squealed and waved his arms around jumping up and down. Both Harry and Louis chuckled and smiled at the baby.

"He's so lovely H, how did we get so lucky?"

"I don't know Lou, but I know he has the best parents in the whole wide world!" Harry said and lifted Timmy up in the air making him laugh and make grabby hands for his dada's curls. Harry then put him down again and let Louis take him for a while. Louis was still very new to the whole baby thing since he doesn't have any siblings that he would've taken care of. He basically admired Harry and everything he did with Timmy, but Louis learn fast and is almost as good as Harry.

"Dada!" Timmy mumbled and reached out for Harry.

"No, no, I'm papa baby, hi." Louis said to his son and turned him around so he would look at his father. He soon started crying and Louis frowned. "Harry, why is he like this?" Louis asked and felt disappointed in himself for making him cry. He tried hushing him and it worked for a while before the water works started up again. Harry must've noticed Louis disappointed face and said; "Every baby cries Louis, it's not you babe."

"I guess you're right..." Louis mumbled and sat Timmy down on his lap. "Can I have his pacifier?" Harry reached out for it in the stroller and put it in Timmy's small mouth. He instantly shut up and Louis smiled at Harry mouthing a thank you. Harry then reached over and kissed Louis soft lips gently. "I love you." He said against his lips. "I love you too." Louis said back and smiled before breaking the kiss.

When they had eaten all their food and fed little Timmy it was nap time for him and they decided to take a walk around the park to get him to sleep. They gathered everything and put it in the basket they brought. Louis pushing the stroller and Harry taking the basket. It took about 10 minutes of slow walking for Timmy to finally fall asleep. Harry watched him for a while to see if he would wake up, he didn't and gave Louis a nod. Meaning he was asleep and wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. They decided to walk the short way home and just relax for the rest of the day.

That's what they thought.

Louis and Harry were in the middle of a hot snogging session on the couch, harrys trousers unbuttoned and Louis shirt riding up to his chest, when they heard a piercing scream from their sons bedroom where he was supposed to be asleep. Harry stood up quickly and hurried to his room, Louis wasn't long behind. They saw little Timmy laying on the floor with a bloody forehead and a little blood on the floor. Harry rushed over and picked him up carefully putting his hand on the bleeding wound. Louis checked what had happened and saw that the crib was broken in the corner and there was wood sticking out everywhere and there was blood on it as well. "Louis we gotta take him to the hospital." Harry said with a worried voice. Louis looked at Harry and the still screaming baby in his arms. "I'll get the car keys and you just put on some shoes and get his carrier okay." Louis rushed and ran to get the keys for the house and the car, when he came back Harry was dressed in the shoes he'd worn earlier and he got the carrier but was holding Timmy in his arms. He's also gotten a cotton ball with cold water pressing it to his forehead. Louis took the carrier and they hurried out to the car, driving towards the closest hospital as fast as they could.

An hour later they were sat in the emergency room waiting for the doctor to come back with their baby T. Louis was curled up against Harry's side fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. Harry was pretty much the same, he didn't make a face and didn't move a limb just let the tears roll down his cheeks. "Do-do you think he'll be okay?" Louis whispered to Harry and Harry didn't answer immediately, but then nodded. "Of course he'll be okay, he's Timmy Tomlinson. He'll make it through anything." Harry said with a small smile and a peck to Louis' brown feathery hair.

A couple of minutes passed and the doctor comes out and reads on his paper before looking over at Harry and Louis. They noticed and Louis sat up straight looking at the doctor, Harry did the same. Dr. Flannigan, Harry saw on his nametag. Dr. Flannigan didn't say anything for a while and just crossed his arms shaking his head a couple of times. "How-how is he?" Louis voice came out like a weak, exhausted whisper. "I am honestly so sorry to say this," Harry sighed and Louis broke out into a sob, both understanding that he didn't make it. Their little son, only half a year old wasn't alive anymore. Louis was shaking and tears were rolling down Harry's cheeks as well. "I'm so sorry for your loss." Dr. Flannigan said before leaving the two alone, going back where he came from to get another doctor. Louis turned to Harry and they hugged for what felt like hours. Curious people also sitting in there were watching them, probably wondering what'd happened. Louis couldn't stop shaking and they were soaking each others shirts with their tears. Another doctor comes out and asks them if they could join her for a little bit. They both nodded, not trusting their voices. They walked back to an empty corner in the hallway and the female doctor asks them if they want to see Timmy one last time. "Please." Harry croaked out and held onto Louis, who were nodding slowly. The doctor started walking further into the hospital to the room that their son was in. Louis let fresh tears flow down his cheeks as he coughed loudly hiding his face into Harry's chest. "Are you sure you want to do this baby?" Harry rubbed circles on his husbands back. He nodded and took Harry's hand gently in his own, running his thumb over H's fingers. They opened the door and went inside, all the monitors were off and little Timmy was just laying there, lifeless. Harry wiped Louis' tears before walking over to the small bed he was laid upon. They went on different sides, still holding hands, looking down at their child. "I can't believe it. We were having a fun time in the park just hours ago and I can't believe that we didn't know the crib was broken and that we didn't check up on him-" Harry rambled loosing his voice in the end. He sat down in the chair beside the bed and put his face in his hands letting out a choking sound then the cries. Louis went over to him and kissing his head and holding him close. "It's okay Harry, it-it wasn't our fault." Louis insisted. "L-let's say good-bye okay? W-w-we don't have much time." He hiccuped and Harry nodded standing up once again. He gently stroke Timmy's cold cheek with his finger. "We love you so much Timmy." He said and closed his eyes just feeling his sons skin one last time. "We'll see you soon okay, come find us later okay?" Louis whispered and stroke his small baby hairs on his head. They smiled at him one last time before leaving the room, leaving the hospital.

3 weeks later Harry came home from work and found Louis on the floor in their bedroom, rope around his neck, vodka bottle on the floor, lips blue and eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

// HI there, uhm so I hope you liked this!

there's a LOT of death in this but it was kinda the point, didn't plan the Louis suicide though. Okay so yes, requestS? I might do some. We'll see B)

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