Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Chapter 8

A/N: how many people are actually following this story? No one comments so I feel like it's pointless. I know that sounds selfish and like I should just write and post cause I want to, and I do, but I would also like to know if someone (anyone) is following this story with me. And if you actually like it or not? Xxx

*unedited*

Louis' pov:

"Okay, I packed Olivia and I packed Will," Harry explained as he walked into our room.

"I packed for us," I tell him.

"What about Niall and Zayn? Do you think they are packed? Should we pack for them?" He worried.

"Baby," I smiled reassuringly, "they can handle themselves. You don't need to stress."

"I've never traveled with William," he explained, "I'm just a little nervous."

"Well don't be. You have six extra hands that will make the trip easier and a bunch more when we land. You won't see him once my mom and Lot get a glimpse of him."

"Maybe just to feed him once and a while?" He pouts. I rub his back and kiss his shoulder,

"Course love. We'll get him whenever we want."

"I'm actually really excited," he smiled. It was Wednesday and we were packing for our trip to Australia. I have a house there so my family was just all meeting there today and early tomorrow morning. Most were going home Sunday but I was planning a little something else for Harry. We would celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow, Friday and Saturday were free to do whatever, as long as I didn't need to be in the studio, and then early flights Sunday morning sending everyone back home. Not all of my sisters were coming, just Lottie. My other siblings were spending thanksgiving in LA with their dad. I couldn't wait to spend time with everyone.

"Me too," I smiled up at him, "by far the best Thanksgiving to be." He blushed and kissed me quick before looking at our bed. I had three suitcases packed all together for just the two of us and I admit that I feel good. I'm confident in what I packed.

"I think that's your phone," he pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up at him confused before looking to the bed at the ringing.

"It's yours. Mine is downstairs," I explain. He frowns slightly before flipping the blankets around to find his phone. I watch as he looks at it surprised before answering.

"Liam? What's up?" I look at him slightly annoyed.

"Put it on speaker!" He listens and clicks it,

"-and so she had to go quickly which left me alone with Brooklyn and she won't stop crying Haz! She won't! I tried feeding her and she only ate a bit and then kept crying, so I tried her diaper and still- crying! What do I do? Is there any way you can come over and help?" He begged.

"He's kidding," I whispered in shock. Only Harry's fucking ex would ask him to come over and help with his baby.

"Please, I don't know what else to do. It's like she knows Sophia left and that it's only me here."

"She does know," Harry explained, "and I'll come over as long as Louis can come too."

"Course! That's fine, great even. So you're on your way?"

"Yeah, I'll see you in ten." Harry hung up and I looked at him in shocked annoyance.

"You're kidding!" I complain.

"He needs help, are you coming with me or not?" He raised his eyebrows and grabbed his things.

"I'm coming," I pouted and grabbed my shoes. No way in hell was I letting Harry go to Liam's alone. I trusted him, fully, but I couldn't stand Liam.