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twenty-three: on my own

twenty-three: on my own

"As much fun as it is just sitting here in complete silence Lou, I would really like to know what the hell is going on. You're scaring me." Harry says about an hour later. Louis still had yet to say a word to Harry, but he had stopped crying. Louis didn't really know what to tell Harry, he got upset with Zayn because the other boy was a jerk... But it was more than just that. He felt like an idiot for even thinking for a second that he was going to make this work. Today made Louis realize just how much of a dick Zayn could be, especially with such little things.

Zayn made it seem like Louis relied on him, that without him Louis wouldn't know what to do.

And that angered the young boy more than anything else in the world. Louis was independent, he had been since his father left him and his mother when he was only five. He learned how to take care of himself when his mother was forced to take more than one job. He learned that he didn't have to rely on anyone if he didn't want to. He was regretting telling Zayn now, wishing more than anything that he could just go back and pretend like none of it happened.

But he couldn't do that, Zayn knew and Louis couldn't change that fact... but that didn't mean he couldn't do this on his own now. He could tell Zayn to f uck off, let him off the hook and do this all on his own... He had told himself that by having Zayn in their life, they wouldn't have to go through what he had... but at this point in time, Zayn didn't appear to even want to be apart of it. He was all on board with just one kid, but now that he knew there were two... Louis just didn't understand Zayn.

"Louis, I'm going to start telling jokes until you tell me what's going on." Harry threatens, looking at Louis expectantly as the other boy finally looks at him again.

"I'm gonna be a single dad." Louis says earning a somewhat confused look from Harry.

"What do you mean?" Harry asks, not really getting what Louis meant by that. Last Harry checked, Zayn was on board with Louis on this. For Christ sake, Louis and Zayn were getting married.

"I don't want Zayn to help me. I don't want my kids to grow up with a dad who doesn't want to be their dad. Zayn found out about baby number two and he threw a f ucking fit. I'm not going to put up with it, so I'm done trying to make it work. It's not going to, Zayn and I are too different and we hate each other too much." Louis says, shrugging like it was the most obvious conclusion. To Louis it was, by letting Zayn do what he was doing... He wasn't getting help, he was pretty much being walked over like a door mat.

"Lou..."

"I don't want you to tell me that I need his help, I told you when we first found out that I could do this on my own... The only thing that changed my mind was that I was having two instead of one... But I can do this and I'm going to. I don't want his selfish ass anywhere near my kids." Louis says, shaking his head before pulling his knees to his chest. Harry didn't know what to say now, mainly due to the fact that Louis was right... Louis could do this without Zayn, he at least had his mum and Harry. He wasn't doing this on this completely on his own.

"Alright, if that's what you want to do. I'm gonna support you either way, Lou." Harry finally says, smiling sadly at his friend as the other boy starts to cry again. Louis hated the fact that he was always f ucking crying, he cried over everything, be it life decisions or what kind of topping he wanted on his pizza. It was getting ridiculous.

"Thanks Harry... You're my best friend."

"Well duh, why else would I want to put up with your emotional ass?" Harry teases, earning a chuckle from Louis. Louis wiped at his eyes after that, sniffing a little before smiling at Harry.

"Can you take me home now? My mum is supposed to be back." Louis asks, earning a nod from Harry.

"Yeah, let me grab my keys and we can head out." Harry says, going into the kitchen to grab his car keys. Louis' phone went off while he was gone and the nineteen year old boy frowned when he saw it was Zayn.

From: dick Received: 1:07 PM

did you make it home alright?

Louis sighed, not feeling like replying to Zayn right now but he wanted to get it over with. He needed to tell Zayn that he was backing out of the deal...

To: dick Sent: 1:08 PM

yes. we need to talk though.

Zayn replied back almost immediately.

From: dick Received: 1:08 PM

Okay. Come over tonight and we can talk.

Louis didn't reply to that as Harry walked back into the room. The nineteen year old put his phone back into his pocket before standing up from the couch. Harry gave him a curious look, but didn't say anything as they walked out the front door.

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