The Difference Between Storm and Silence {Larry}•{BDSM}•{Hybrid}•{MPreg}

Chapter Twenty Four

Harry sighs, running his hand through his hair. A few strands get caught in his rings and he grumbles.

Beep

He whimpers softly. "Hello, kitten. I-its still Christmas Day. I haven't left my room. Um...yeah. Gem just called. Her and Mark, remember him? He was at our wedding. Anyway, they're getting married. He proposed last night. I haven't met him more than once, but he seems nice. Gem really likes him. I can tell."

The hinges creak as the door opens, bright light creeping into the dark room. A woman stands in the doorway. She has a plate in her hand.

Harry sighs. "I love you, baby. I have to go now. Bye."

His thumb hovers over the END CALL button as tears well up in his eyes. Anne sighs and strides over, kicking an empty liquor bottle out of her path. She sets the plate down on the wooden table next the chair Harry is sitting in. She takes his phone away and ends the call, slipping it in her pocket.

Harry's eyes widen. "What are you doing?"

She glares at him. "I'm taking your phone away, Harold. It's not healthy to keep doing this to yourself. He doesn't even have his phone."

"You don't know that," Harry interjects. He sighs, running his hand over his face. "Mum. You can't take my phone away. I'm thirty years old. I'm not twelve. Give me back my phone."

"Don't talk back to me, mister," she chides. Harry bites his lip. She kneels down and takes his hand, stroking his palm lovingly. She looks around the dark, littered room and sighs, rubbing his knee. "Louis wouldnt like this, babe," she says softly.

"You think I don't know that?" Harry snaps, running his hand through his hair again.

Anne rolls her eyes. "Don't get pissy with me. I understand this is hard for you, but this isn't the answer. Imagine the look on Louis' face if he comes back and sees all this crap around," she gestures. "He'll be furious. Heartbroken. I've been in some terrible situations, honey, but I never even thought to consider - "

"Mum, you don't understand!" Harry insists. "I've lost Louis so many times in my life. Whether its in a fucking grocery store for twenty minutes, which was very stressful, or for ten fucking years! Or watching him have to be with my best friend and I couldn't do a fucking thing! - "

"We all know you did do that fucking thing," Anne mumbles.

Harry sighs. "Well, yeah, but before that, Mum! It was bad."

Anne gives him a pitied look. "I'm not going to say you're over-exaggerating because you're probably not, but, baby...your kids miss you."

Harry bites his lip and sinks to the floor next to her. He leans into her chest and sighs. "I miss them, too, mummy."

"Then go out there. They're very confused about why both their parents left them."

"I didn't leave them," Harry whispers.

"But the important thing is they think you did. They haven't seen you in a while. You're always in here or at the station. Please just go tell them everything will be alright."

Harry nods and sighs, shakily standing up. Anne stands with him, looking around. "I'll clear this place up and you are going to stay with them until I'm done. They're playing in the boys room. They insisted on playing even though they're exhausted."

Harry nods, "Thanks." When he reaches the door, he turns around. "Mum?"

Anne perks up, watching him silently.

He takes a deep breath. "You said 'if he's coming back'. Mum, he's coming back. I'm going to find him."

Anne nods solemnly. "I know you will."

When Harry reaches the kids room, he opens the door slowly. The three kids are sitting on the floor on the rug by the bed. Jax is curled up in a ball with his tail wrapped around his waist while Jet is braiding Annalise's long hair.

"Papa!" Lise squeals. Harry beams immediately, feeling his chest warm. He closes the door and strides over, kneeling in front of his daughter. She flings her arms around his neck and holds him close.

"Papa!" Jet cries, tearing up. He scoots forward and snuggles into Harry's side, crying into his shirt.

Harry gasps, wrapping one arm around him and picking him up. Jet nuzzles into his neck and wraps his hand in Harry's long hair. "What's wrong, babyboy?" Harry asks softly, kissing his cheek.

"Missed you, Papa. Thought you left like Mummy," Jet whispers.

Harry sighs. "Mummy didn't leave, babe. He just...he's on vacation, huh?" He asks, coming up with it on the fly.

Jet is silent for a while. "Ok. When Mummy coming back?"

Harry shrugs, rubbing his back. "I don't know, baby. I don't know."

This is really short, but oh well.

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