Harry sighed heavily, wiping his eyes and his cheek, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, he tapped his black inked pen against the glass top and rolled his eyes. Work sucks.
There were three small knocks on the door and Harry mumbled out a 'come in' it was Luke as usual with a hard drive in his hand along with a few more papers, Harry has big responsibility, he's not the boss, but he's close as hell to one. He doesn't understand how he still is when he's only been to work twice every week when they need him everyday. Whatever Luke told them must've been a good lie because they pitied the shit out of him when he walked in.
"What now?" Harry whined, tossing back the few strands of hair slowly unwinding in his bun.
"You've got a meeting in ten, read these online files and the rules on the paper, fucking twats are strict." Luke informed Harry, pushing his glasses up further on his face. "Plus Louis called, he said he's gonna get 'riah a babysitter because he'll be over here in an hour or so."
"Fuck me.." Harry groaned, flopping his head down on the table, he heard Louis chuckle and place the papers and hard drive on his desk.
"Welcome back, Mr. Styles." Luke laughed, walking out the room. Harry swung around his seat an stared outside, sighing softly. When he looked at the sky, he could clearly see Louis' eyes, crinkling up, widening, looking around. It was like Louis was his sky, his world perhaps, wherever he went it was Louis.
Luke walked back in the room with out knocking, "Louis." He said quickly, nudging Louis inside and closing the door again.
"You're seriously everywhere." Harry chuckled and Louis smiled at him softly.
"Thank you? I guess." He said, kicking off his heels and dropping his book bag on the couch.
"Did you get a test yet?"
"Yeah." Louis breathed out, gulping noticeably, "um."
"What? Did you take it?" Harry asked, sticking the hard drive into his computer and looking at the papers full of strict and unnecessary rules.
Louis nodded slowly, "Not pregnant." He said, "I went to the doctor and asked a few questions and stuff. Said that it was either my lack of eating and stress or food poisoning. Something of the sort."
"What could you possibly be stressed about?" Harry said without looking at Louis, just typing away on his computer.
" A lot of things, Harry. Money, Freakshow, fucking life." Harry scoffed at him, not even sparing him a glance.
"Oh yeah, sure. So much stress." Harry said as he rolled his eyes. Louis furrowed his eyebrows at Harry's ironic tone.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
Harry looked towards Louis and wipes his face, "All I'm saying is that, you stress over nothing, you literally get to sleep in all day while I get up at five to get ready for work."
"Don't you dare tell me what I have and don't have. If you haven't noticed, I've got more doctor notes and therapist notes than you so I suggest you pipe that shit down, real quick, Styles." Louis snapped.
"That's your mental health, you don't make any money, I have to worry about my outcome if I skip work again, how much money will be deducted from my check so I have to work my ass off."
"So its all about you know.." Louis chuckled bitterly."okay."
"Louis. Could you just shut up." Harry mumbled, typing on his computer, looking in between his paper and the screen.
"No I fucking won't!" Louis shouted and Harry shot out his seat, rushing towards Louis and roughly slapping his hands over Louis' mouth.
"Get anymore louder and I swear to god I will put your ass out, people work here too, if you wanna argue let's do it while we're at fucking home but not at my job. Shut the fuck up and let me work. Please." Harry whispered harshly to his fiance, he removed his hand and walked back to his seat.
Louis bit his lip and looked down, tears filling his eyes, but refusing to let them fall down his cheeks. It was too late though. He was crying.
There was a knock on the door soon enough and Luke was there. "Meeting time, next floor, third door on the left."
Louis was still crying, Luke looked at him in concern, Louis just shook his head at him as if saying 'don't worry' Luke looked at Harry and then Louis again, the quick shift in Luke's eyes cause Harry to look at Louis and sighed when he saw him crying.
He bent down to kiss him, but Louis turned his head, Harry stood up straight and nodded slowly.
Harry closed the door behind him, Louis slowly grabbed his stomach, clenching it in his hands, sobbing out "I'm so sorry."
Louis lied on his side and tried to shush himself, it only made him cry harder.
He's just did something horrible and he hates himself for it.
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Harry looked into the kitchen at Louis cooking, just some simple pasta with garlic bread. Simple.
" You okay?" He asked and Louis nodded. Harry knew he was lying but he left it alone. "What are you making?"
"Its right here." Louis mumbled, stepping back, but limping.
"What's up with your foot?" Harry asked Louis while he was walking to their bedroom.
"Nothing."
"Nothing my ass, what hell is going on!?" Harry was beginning to get frustrated, Louis wasn't telling him anything and he's worried about him.
"Nothing! Nothing, just leave me alone!" Louis shouted, Louis slammed the room door shut and left Harry out in the living room, Harry was frustrated even more. Louis was being childish.
"Fuck. Open the fucking door!" Harry shouted, jiggling the handle but he should've known his stubborn fiance wouldn't listen.
Harry stepped back and rammed himself into the door, knocking it open. He groaned and held his sore arm, looking around the room, Louis was on the floor completely unconscious and he was bleeding.
"Lou..oh my god." Harry whimpered out, picking Louis up, hands under his knees and below his lower back, rushing out the apartment and into the car.
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"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked nervously, trying to peak into the room, but the curtains were closed and the doctor was in his way.
"You are," The doctor shuffled through papers, scanning them closely."Harry Styles, his husband.. am I correct?"
"I..Uh..Y-yeah. I'm his husband." Harry lied, but it was a half lie, no harm done.
"He didn't tell you then?"
Harry looked up at the doctor slowly, "tell me what?" He mumbled, fidgeting with the coat he had on.
"Well Mr. Styles. Louis, your husband.. got an abortion."
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this took a bad turn, i'm sorry. i'm not much of a happy person at the moment.
qotc; why do you think Lou did what he did ?
