All I Want (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 10

"Papa?" Holden asked quietly as he bit his lip.

Harry let out a small breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose and turned around in his seat to face the toddler. "What buddy?"

"Papa you mad?" Holden asked with a touch of nervousness in his voice, unable to escape the heavy feeling in the car.

"No, I'm not mad," Harry breathed out, probably not sounding all that convincing. And it was pretty clear that Holden didn't believe him because of the way the toddler was frowning at him.

Holden bit his lip as he looked at his father and sat back against his seat. "You mad at daddy?" he asked, his gaze shifting to his lap.

At that Harry looked over to Louis, the older lad glancing right back at him, worry flashing across his face. "Of course I'm not mad at daddy," he said softly.

Louis released a breath of relief, actually terrified that Harry was furious with him, but he knew the younger lad wasn't when he brought up their tangled fingers and kissed his hand gently. He was also grateful that Holden seemed to believe Harry because he didn't ask another question, instead focused out the window on the snow falling around the car.

"Does she know?" Harry asked so quietly he wasn't sure Louis heard him. "Does she know about Holden?"

"Yeah, she knows about him," Louis nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. "I uhm, when I told her I said I had a son... I thought you would want to tell her yourself, but I think she already knows he's yours or has an idea or something."

Harry bit his lip as he ran a hand over his face, having no clue how all of this was going to play out. After years he was going to see his mum and sister, and with seeing them bringing back what had happened at the hospital with his mum. But not only that, he also had Holden and that more than anything terrified him for how they would react.

And the further they got into Cheshire the more and more nervous Harry got.

His knee was bouncing up and down, his heart was pounding in his chest and his hands were clammy. Even when Louis would squeeze his hand or thigh, or would rub his leg his nerves wouldn't calm in the slightest.

And when they pulled up to his childhood home Harry was sure he wasn't even breathing as Louis parked the car.

"C'mere H, relax," Louis said softly, taking off his seat belt and reaching for the younger lad.

Harry let out a shaky breath as he felt Louis pull him into his chest and kiss his head. "What if they're mad at me? Louis I was so awful to them and-"

"Listen to me," Louis said almost firmly as he pulled away slightly to look at the younger lad. "No one is mad or upset with you. Your mum and sister are so excited to see you, they don't care about what's happened in the past... All that matters now is you being here and taking this opportunity to make up with your family."

Harry just looked at Louis, searching his face that he might be lying to him, that his mum was actually upset with him. But the older lad wouldn't do that to him, he wouldn't make him come see his family if he knew they were upset with him.

"Can we get out?" Holden groaned, hating just sitting in the car.

"Buddy give your pop some time," Louis said softly, turning around in his seat to look at the 3 year old.

"Well where are we?" Holden asked, looking out the front window and seeing a house.

Harry bit his lip as he glanced back at Holden and let out a deep breath. "This is uhm, well this is my mum's house. It's where I grew up," he said, his eyes locking on the house in front of him.