All I Want (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

As Harry drove through the dark streets his thoughts were going a mile and minute and refused to stop. His foot heavy on the brake and hands gripping the steering wheel as he took a sharp turn onto the street Louis lived on, needing to find this house.

And Harry didn't care what time it was or what the older lad was doing as he screeched into a driveway of the small brick house he thought to be Louis'. He stomped up to the driveway, his heart pounding so loud he could hear it in his ears and his breathing heavy as he got to the door and knocked with a closed fist.

He knocked again and again, rang the doorbell and continued his knocking until the door abruptly swung open.

Harry felt himself swallow thickly as he saw Louis pulling a t-shirt over his head and the older lad's hair all tousled, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

"Harry what the fuck are you doing?" Louis asked through gritted teeth.

Harry opened and closed his mouth, wanting to say something but for some reason nothing would come out. It hit him that in a second he could find out he was a father, and just at that thought he felt like he had just been smacked with a sack full of bricks.

"Harry," Louis said, getting more and more annoyed by the second. "What are you doing here?" he asked, more than ready to slam the door in the younger lad's face if he didn't answer.

"I n-need uhm... I need to talk to you," Harry managed to say just loud enough for Louis to hear him.

Louis looked at him in disbelief, having no motivation or energy for whatever it was Harry was going to say. But he figured that with it being so late, and Harry looking like he was a second away from crying something must be going on. And if it had something to do with maybe what Louis and Niall talked about earlier then he had an idea as to why the younger lad was here.

"About what?" Louis asked, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his eyebrows at him.

Harry shuffled on his feet as he was about to say something, but a little voice stopped him.

"D-daddy?"

Louis quickly turned around and saw Holden clutching his blanket as he hesitantly walked towards the door. He let out a quiet breath before glancing back at Harry, sending him a cold glare before walking over to his son.

"Daddy I-I hear big noises and I go to you room but y-you not in bed," Holden said as he sniffled to himself and raised his arms above his head, wanting to be picked up.

"I'm sorry you woke up buddy but it's okay," Louis said softly as he rested the 3 year old on his hip and kissed his head. "C'mon let's get you back to bed."

Holden nodded as he wrapped his arms around his daddy's neck and rested his head on his shoulder, already drifting back to sleep.

Louis looked back to Harry, him looking at him nervously as he stayed outside. "Sit on the couch, I'll be back in a second," he said quietly before making his way towards the stairs.

Harry nodded as he bit his lip and took a cautious step into the house, closing the door quietly behind him. He watched as Louis carried the toddler up the stairs and once he couldn't see him anymore Harry walked into the small living room, stepping over toys and making his way towards the couch. And just as Harry was about to take a seat on the couch a high pitched meow made him abruptly stand back up.

He let out a deep breath, clutching his chest and checking if his heart was still beating before taking a seat beside the grey and white fluffy cat.

Harry began petting it, the cat immediately purring under his touch and stretching out. "Louis never liked cats, how'd he end up with you?" he whispered, scratching between the animal's ears.