Hate to hate (Larry Stylinson AU & Mpreg) [FINISHED 8/8/2013]

Chapter 13

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Harry's POV

This is awful. I sleep alone, I cook alone, I take care of the children alone. It's two months already. Tomorrow is Lottie's and Edward's sixth month birthday. And I'm alone. 

I sat down the couch and sighed. A few tears streamed down to my cheeks, and my stomach hurted. Lottie and Edward sat on the floor and they had their toys, what Louis had bought them. I smiled, and wiped away the tears. 

"Adi", Lottie giggled and I froze. 

"What, sweetheart?" I asked and knelt down.

"Adii!" Lottie said and giggled again.

"No, daddy", I said and Lottie looked me a little confused.

"Adi."

"Daddy", I repeated and Edward looked me. I stroked Lottie's cheek and Edward's hair.

"Daddy is a little sick", I whispered and they both stared me. They are so adorable. They're gonna be so amazing peoples in future. And a new baby, too. I stroked my stomach, which was a little bigger already. And I miss my husband.

"Daddy", Edward said and I stared him.

"What did you say, my little boy?" I asked and stared Edward for a while. He giggled and said: "Daddyy!"

I laughed and cried at the same time. Lottie and Edward giggled and I stared them.

"Yes. Daddy loves you both so much", I said and took them both to my lap. 

"And the other daddy loves you too", I whispered and I sniffled. 

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Another two months. I'm just so alone. Of course I have Lottie and Edward. And mom and Gemma. But I just... I just feel so alone. I don't have anyone who takes care of me. And it's terrible.

The doctors don't know, if Louis ever wake up. They say, that there's 35 percent change. But I have lost my belief. I don't believe that Louis would wake up. I just don't. Keep me crazy. Whatever.

The baby kicked and I smiled. I stroked my stomach, which was bigger now. If you'd see me in the street, you would say I'm obviously pregnant. 

Lottie and Edward are now with my mom. They're somewhere... park? I don't know. I'm just so tired of this feeling. 

Maybe I should go to the hospital. But I'm not sure if that helps. I break anyway. I'd cry and it would not help Louis. 

But I need to tell him that I need him. And this is the last time. Last time. 

I stood up and took my car keys from table. I walked out and locked the door. Then I climbed to my car and started to drive.

I turned the radio on and listened it.

Now you were standing there right in front of me

I hold on it's getting harder to breathe

All of a sudden these lights are blinding me

I never noticed how bright they would be

Tears streamed down to my cheeks. But I couldn't stop listening that song.

Don't let me

Don't let me

Don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone

I wiped away the tears and parked. I was here. At the hospital. 

It was a freezing day. My breath was broken and I started to sob. Maybe this was a bad idea. Then the baby kicked and I rememberd why I was here. I need Louis. I need Louis.

I walked inside and took a deep breath. 

"Excuse me. Which is Louis Tomlinson's room?" I asked and and the nurse looked me.

"Are you brother?" she asked. I shooked my head.

"No. Husband", I answered. Her face froze and she nodded too quickly. 

"Room 511", she said and then she took the phone. Too quickly. Damn homophobics.

My legs started to shake when I walked along the corridor. 509... 510...511. Here is it. I can't do it. I can't.

I need Louis. And Lottie and Edward need daddy. I need my husband.

I opened the door and I was ready to break. But I froze. Louis was here. But he was awake. 

I stood still, and Louis stared me. I couldn't move. Then I really realized it. He was awake! He breathed, he was awake! 

I started to cry but I couldn't move. My legs were shaky and Louis just stared me. I saw a tears in his eyes. Then I ran to next to him and I climbed on the bed. I didn't care about hoses or anything else. My husband was alive and awake.

"Don't cry", he whispered and stroked my back. It felt too good. Damn, he was in coma four months. I was ready to lose hope. I was ready to raise my children alone. I was ready to be pregnant alone, again. 

"F-f-fuck", I mumbled and I thightened my grip to him. 

"What?" he whispered and I cried. 

"I-i love y-you so much", I sobbed. Louis kissed my head and whispered: "I love you too."

"Louis?" I asked and sat up.

"Mm?"

"I'm pregnant", I said and Louis face brightened.

"What?!" he laughed and I smiled.

"I'm pregnant", I repeated. Louis smiled and wiped his tears away. He took me to his hug and stroked my stomach. It felt so amazing. My husband was awake. I had a family again.

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