Mess

11.

Louis was sitting on Harry's lap, and he had his arms wrapped around him so tight like never before. It wasn't that it was uncomfortable, but it just made him feel self-conscious about his weight. Harry didn't allow that though, and insisted on cuddling him on the couch whils reading cute 'get-ready-to-be-parents' magazines.

It was kind of sad how it had come to this. There were times Louis wished he hadn't told Harry, and how wonderful it would have been if he didn't. He could commit suicide and finally leave this stupid world, but people couldn't have everything they wanted, could they?

But there were times he was glad he told his boyfriend, and that he hadn't commited suicide. It was comforting to feel more happiness and relief than anger and regret.

He knew he was insane and fucking mental, but sometimes the things he thought about threw him off completely.

"One day we're going to have a baby," Harry stated out of nowhere, kissing his lips lightly. Louis' heart started beating faster immediately. Just the thought of having children with the love of his life was so exciting and beautiful. "We'll have boy, maybe a girl."

Louis smiled, his eyes crinkling in the way Harry loved. "Yeah?"

"Of course, Lou," Harry replied, grinning. He let out a happy sigh, and started playing with Louis' hair. "I'll tell them everyday how brave their daddy is. How beautiful he is and how strong he is. How he is always so kind and always thinks about everyone else's feelings but his own. Gosh, I'll tell them everyday how much of a hero he is."

It hadn't even gone ten seconds before Louis began crying his eyes out, but it wasn't because of sadness this time. Harry threw the magazine on the sofa immediately, and turned Louis around his lap so he was facing him. Harry was quick to wipe away his tears, and as he did that he stared into Louis' teary eyes.

"I love you... f-fuck," Louis sobbed, "Harry Styles, I love you so much."

Harry kissed his nose, smiling even bigger. "I love you too, darling. I love you so fucking much. Do you have any idea? I love you more than anything else in the world. You'll be a wonderful daddy to our kids. You'll be the loveliest parent ever known to mankind."

"S-Stop," Louis cried on Harry's shoulder, "Love, please stop."

"Never, baby. Never. I'll never stop telling you how beautiful you are. You're so fucking beautiful."

Harry was whispering all these words to him, and they were all enough to make him want to stay again. Imagining their future together, how good parents they would be and how lovely their children would turn out like... it was too much for him.

"Harry, please take care of me," Louis cried, panting, "I w-want you to take care me, p-please-"

"Always, Louis," Harry interrupted with a frown, kissing his lips softly, "honey, you don't even need to ask. Never. I'll always take care of my baby."

Louis shook his head, sobbing so much that his lungs started betraying him. "I love you," he whispered, voice breaking at the end, "my hero."

Harry grabbed his face with his big hands, rubbing his thumbs lightly over Louis' cheeks whilst staring into his ocean blue eyes. "Shh, love. You're alright here with me, okay?" he comforted, studying his face closely. "Don't you ever doubt that, love."