Somebody's Child

~ S I X T E E N ~

I walked back into Harry's hospital room to a commotion going on. Harry was crying and screaming as he tried to punch the nurses who were only trying to help him. I dropped my bag and ran over to him and held him.

"Hey hey love, what's wrong?" I asked cupping his cheeks and wiping away his tears with my thumbs. He cried harder when he saw me and hugged me tightly. "What's going on?" I asked again. "T-they are trying to hurt me." He said.

"Mr. Tomlinson, we were just trying to change out his antibiotics because this one ran out." She replied to me. I nodded at them as I kept Harry distracted long enough for them to do it. "W-where did you g-go? I woke up and you w-were gone." He said through hiccups.

"I'm so sorry love. It will never happen again. I promise." I said hugging him tightly. When the nurses left, I climbed back in beside him and rested my hand on his stomach. "Can you feel flutters yet?" I asked with a smile. His face lit up as he looked at me excitedly.

"Yes, I can feel them. They mostly happen when I drink my tea or eat something sweet." He replied smiling. I ran my fingers through his curls as I watched him start singing to the baby.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth

But if I do, it's you

Oh, it's you, they add up to

I'm in love with you

And all these little things

I smiled in awe as I started crying again. Harry was so pure- so gentle with the baby already and they haven't even been born yet. The doctor came walking in and smiled when she saw Harry singing to his little bump. "You know, I can tell you the gender if you'd like?" She offered. Harrys eyes went wide in excitement.

"Hey Haz- Can we do a gender reveal party? We can have them write it down and make it a whole celebration? We can do it tomorrow when we get back to the place. I will give it to Daisy and Phoebe to plan if you would like?" I asked.

He frowned. "Do they even know?" He asked confused. Shit, no one knew about Harry's pregnancy. The nurse handed us a sealed envelope. "Well, here is the gender for when you need it." She smiled as she handed it to me. "Thank you."

"I need to tell my mum, and Gemma." He sighed. "Shh its okay, we will tell them tomorrow. Right now, you just worry about getting better yeah?" I asked pulling his face in gently for a passionate kiss. He pulled away and looked down. "I want to tell her now Louis. Please-" He asked, and I smiled. "Of course, love- let me ring her for you."

I took out my phone and rung Anne. Luckily for us she was still here in the hospital, and she came walking in moments later with a big smile. "Hi Louis. When did you get back love?" she asked kissing my cheek. "I actually arrived back a few hours ago. But there is something we wanted to tell you." I said and she sat down in the chair, looking at us with a smile.

"Love, do you want to tell her?" I asked him. He looked at me nervously as he stumbled trying to form the words. I could see that he was struggling to form the words, so I offered some assistance. "Do you want me to tell her love?" I asked.

He nodded as he looked back down. "Well Anne, I'm happy to announce that you will be a grandma to two little ones now." I said as I handed her Harry's ultrasound picture. She covered her mouth in excitement as she started crying while looking at Harry. "I'm so happy for you two. Congratulations! This is exciting news!" She said wiping her tears away. "I'm sorry, I'm such a mess when it comes to happy news."

Harry looked up and smiled at him mum. She went over to hug him tightly and kissed his cheek. "We also had another question to ask you. In this envelope is the gender of our baby. Could you help set up a gender reveal party for us to do when we get back?" I asked.

"The others have no idea about this, but I was thinking we could facetime them after you go to tell them, then they can help decorate, but you will be the first one to know the gender." I said to her.

Her eyes lit up like she just won the lottery. "Are you guys for real?" She asked crying again. "Mum, of course were serious. You are a very important part to this little bean's life." Harry said. I kind of got a little sad that my mum wasn't here to be able to witness this, but I knew she was looking down from above just smiling.

Anne left an hour later, and we were alone again. "Can I pleaseeeee go home Lou. I am feeling much better and just want to fuck you-" he said before pausing and turning red. He has never fucked me before, it's always been me who's fucked him. I don't want to say its not because I don't like being fucked, because I do one hundred precent, but I think that its because I'm not in the dominant role if I'm on the bottom that that's more my preference.

"Love, you know I only like fucking you. I'm not really into being a bottom." I smiled softly to him. He pouted his bottom lip and looked at me with big, pleading eyes. "No Harry. End of story." I said, shutting the conversation down.

"Fine." He answered grumpily as he turned to face away from me. A few hours went by, and the nurse came back in to change his antibiotic fluids. Luckily Harry was sound asleep this time so there was no trouble trying to change it.

"I think you guys will be able to go home in a few hours, or you can wait until the morning. Its up to you after the doctor comes to see him in a bit." She said. I thanked her before she left and sighed as I laid my head back, shutting my eyes for a few minutes. I had been awake for so long, my body running on caffeine that I just needed time to rest my eyes.

I hadn't realized I fell asleep until I was awoken by my own nightmare. I woke up soaking wet from sweat and panting heavily. I ran my hands over my face as I looked at Harry who was still sound asleep.

My nightmare was always the same. It was the day that I was taken from my mum. I was in the shopping mall with her and my uncle Jeff. She left us to go buy a few things she needed, and Jeff asked if I wanted to see his new motorcycle. As a 13-year-old boy, I was absolutely obsessed with motorcycles and told me mum that one day I was going to ride one.  I got excited to see it and I agreed.

Well, he took me out to the parking lot, and we walked over to a nice looking motorcycle, which I found out later wasn't his. He wrapped his hand around me, covering my face with a cloth, and I passed out. When I woken up, I was a bit droopy but I could feel and see everything that was going on around me. I saw my uncle Jeff, leaning over me and raping me.

It hurt so bad that I cried and called for me mum. When he was finished, he let 2 other men rape me while I couldn't move. I saw him smirk as he was behind them counting the money they had given him to fuck me. That was the start of me being prostituted out to men for money by my uncle.

It was the absolute worst 5 years of my life. 3 years in I found out my mum died of cancer, then my sister died of overdosing. I was not allowed to attend either of their funerals because I was forced to work. I remember just crying those nights and wishing I was dead along side them, wishing somebody would come and save me.

The shittiest part of all, I never got to say goodbye. I live with that guilt in me, buried behind concrete walls because I know - If those walls ever came down, I would come down with them. Harry needed me right now and I just couldn't bare to not be able to be there for him because of that. I needed to move on, even if I didn't heal from the trauma and pain properly.

I didn't realize I was crying until Harry pulled me out of my thoughts. "Louis, love? is everything okay? You're crying." he said wiping my tears away. I haven't told Harry about my dreams because I don't want him to worry about me, at least not right now. Not with everything that is going on. I forced a smile and looked at him.

"I'm just happy you're mine. I'm happy I get to love you will all my heart and have a child with you." I told him as I kissed him. He smiled as he started playing with my hair. "I'm happy you're mine too Louis." He said back to me. We snuggled together as we watched the sun rise over the mountains.